3:48 PM: Brooklyn New York.
[The scene opens at a street corner in Brooklyn New York; there are trash cans on the street as well as the ordinary litter you would expect to find on a dirty street in Brooklyn. Jason standing next to a building wearing black tracksuit pants with a white stripe down the legs with a black t-shirt and Converse Sneakers]
Jason: Hello I am Jason Fisher and once I drank 5 bottles of Drain-o to win a bar bet….
[Jason begins to walk down the street and the camera follows him, he brushes his hand against a red bricked wall adorned with graffiti and movie posters as he passes]
Jason: Last week I overcame the biggest challenge of my career when I defeated Joseph Harrington, after the match I was beaten on by Harrington pretty much making me a big wound for a few days…
[Jason lifts his shirt and turns around, you can see a bandage on his ribs and a few bruises on his side, he lowers his shirt and continues walking]
Jason: This week is much easier; I am facing a dipshit stoner by the name of Young Mannie, this man has defeated me before I will admit, but back then I was ignorant and stupid, I stand here today a changed man whereas Young Mannie insists on living like trash, filling his body with Marijuana every day…
[Jason stops and points to a man across selling counterfeit handbags out of the back of his car]
Jason: Young Mannie is just like that, a piece of street trash and a drain on society, a good for nothing waste of food living in a dream world, a world he conjures up in his mind in a haze of Marijuana smoke and alcohol, im not saying I never touched the stuff, but I don’t require a joint every hour of the day to keep myself going…
[Jason continues walking down the street and turns the corner; he passes a hot dog stand and a person with the hood of their car up fixing whatever is wrong with it]
Jason: Mannie, I doubt you are going to be able to see this through the cloud of smoke that always surrounds you, you think you are better than me, but I have beaten wrestlers better than you, you got lucky at Fallout but this time will be different, I have become a better wrestler since then and you have gotten worse…
[Jason points to a man stumbling around the sidewalk with a bottle of beer in his hand, the man appears to be homeless, Jason shakes his head in disapproval]
Jason: Just like that man you offer nothing to society, you and your Red Shield Mafia buddies insulted me and even spat in my face the first day I was here and since then I vowed to take what you idiots cherish most: The IWF Tag Team Championship….
[Jason stops dead in the middle of the sidewalk next to a taxi, a crowd advancing behind him, he steps towards the camera]
Jason: You say you want that shit forever, the IWF Tag Team Championship is not shit, it is the symbol that proves you are the best, but you only possess those belts because of Harrington’s interference, you run around the locker room and you act stupid, but hey; at least you guys have the courage to be yourselves and act like idiots. Jeff and I are the REAL IWF Tag Team Champions and we are coming for your gold Mannie…
[The crowd moves closer to Jason as he takes a couple of steps back as a serious look forms on his face as he wipes some sweat off his forehead]
Jason: We…Are…Coming…For…You…
[The crowd starts to pass Jason but you can still see him pointing at the camera with a smile on his face]
Jason: Because: Who dares….Wins….
[Jason steps back into the crowd behind him and disappears from view as the scene fades to black]
