( The scene opens and the land is covered in one large white blanket of snow. Most people are out enjoying the snow as they ski down the slopes, snowboarders shredding up the slopes, and some…some are just having the good old fashioned fun as they have snowball fights or build snowmen. But there’s one individual, who knows the best way to spend his day while the rest of the word is frozen under. The scene cuts to the inside of a ski lodge. There aren’t many people in there cuz most of them are outside having fun. In the corner there, we see someone sitting in a large recliner with the back of his head looking at us. But something strikes our eye that seems very familiar. We can see a bottle of Old No.7 placed on a table next to the recliner. Bottle of Old No.7?? That can only mean one thing…it’s gotta to be your NEWF Heavyweight Champion, Jack Daniels. There’s no movement from him. The cameraman works his way around and confirms that the man in the recliner is none other than Daniels. But Daniels is sound asleep as the fireplace is burning strong near him. Wait a second, what’s going on here…the scene is beginning to get cloudy and fuzzy. Uh oh, I think I know what’s going on here. It’s been a while since we last saw this, but it’s happening again. We’re entering Daniel’s dream state. That’s right, we’re going into the drunken bastard’s head to see just exactly what is going on in that little dream of his. Here we go…)

(The scene becomes a blinding white as we enters Daniel’s dream state. The intensity of the light goes down and eventually we can see what’s going on. It seems as if we’re back in the 1940s or something. Alright, we are in the 1940s for a reason. The scene is black and white and everything looks very simple like it did back in those days. Suddenly, a voice is heard…a radio broadcast is being heard throughout the entire country as a reporter brings us an emergency news flash…)

Reporter: We interrupt our regular scheduled programming to bring you a special news flash. It seems as if another World War is on the brinks of happening. The tension between the Jews and Germany has only gotten worse. And now that Japan has decided to bomb Pearl Harbor, this has turned out into one huge mess, or as many would call it…World War II. Drafting is underway and the US has already started coming up with a plan for retaliation for Japan, and to put an end to the world’s most hated figure in history…that hated Nazi, Nazi Joe…

(And that’s all we hear from the radio broadcast, with those last words remaining in our head…that Nazi, Adolf Hitler. What went down with the US and Japan, who really cares. Hey, this is a dream so we can fast forward a bit. Suddenly, we cut to the scenery of Germany. The war is in full effect as Germany is successfully fending off army after army…country after country. Suddenly, we cut to the inside of some fort or something. It doesn’t really matter, what matters is this…there is an army, ready to take to the battlefield. And look who the General is…it’s Jack Daniels. The Drunken General is standing in front of everyone and speaking…)

Drunken General: Alright men. This is it. We have waited long ‘nuff for this moment, and now it’s finally here. No one can stop that Nazi and his army over there. Or so they say. But do ya know what I say? Do ya know what this Drunken General says? Who gives a fuck what the rest of ‘em say. We can take those Nazi bastards out. How ya ask? We go right to the heart of ‘em, their leader…Nazi Joe. He has been reeking havoc for too damn long and it’s ‘bout time this Drunken General puts that nazi sunuva bitch in his fuckin’ place (the troops cheer him on). Ya bastards, just pave the way and give me a clear path. Then leave the rest up to your Drunken General. Men, here is where men are made out of boys…legends out of heroes. So if you’re not willin’ to risk your life for your country…for your Drunken General, then get up and get the hell out of here right now. Otherwise, ya come out there with your Drunken General and together, we take out Nazi Joe. (The Drunken General waits for a moment. Everyone stays in place and no one leaves. The Drunken General speaks again…) This is it men…LET’S GO!

(The men storm out of the shelter or fort if you will. And there they go. As soon as they step outside, the battle begins. Guns are being fired…grenades are being thrown. All hell is breaking loose. Men are dying left and right. But look at the Drunken General making his way through and towards enemy ground. It’s hard to see at points with all the smoke…all the gunshots…all the mayhem going on. Wait look, the Drunken General is within range, there’s Nazi Joe. Of course it’s a spitting image of our NEWF beloved Bazooka Joe. The Drunken General sneaks up on him and puts the gun to that back of his head and speaks…)

Drunken General: You’re fucked Nazi Joe. Ya thought ya could beat this Drunken General and take over this world. Not today…not on my watch. Maybe in some other life Nazi Joe. But today …today you’re just ‘nother victim of the Drunken General. Today…today you’re just one more sorry bastard to realize that this Drunken General ain’t to be fucked with.

(And with that said, Daniels pulls the trigger on his gun. **BOOM**…wait a second, what happened to the explosion. Wait, there was no explosion. The Drunken General has a…WATERGUN?! Holy shit, the Drunken General is shooting…OLD NO.7 at Nazi Joe. At look at Nazi Joe, he’s melting… melting…..melting…….till he’s nothing but a puddle of Old No.7 with an Army hard hat on top. The scene fades to black signaling the end of the dream…)

(The scene fades back in to where we saw last Daniels before we entered his dream state. Daniels is awake now, as he takes himself a swig from his bottle of Old No.7. He rubs his hands near the fire to warm them up and then begins speaking…)

Jack Daniels: Ya know Bazooka Joe, a lot of people believe in dreams. Just last week, the world celebrated Martin Luther King Day, cuz one day he had a dream for the world. And he went outta his way to make sure that his dream would come true for everyone like him. Hell, this drunken bastard is damn sure that ya have your own dream BJ. He knows that ya go to sleep each and every night, and dream that ya are gonna one day come home with the Heavyweight Title ‘round your nazi waist. But what anyone has failed to tell people like ya, is that all dreams don’t always come true. Not only that, but they can be a bitch. Ya dram and dream away each and every night. Ya get your hopes up cuz after dreamin’ so damn much BJ, ya actually start to believe that one day, hopefully this Monday night, that ya will walk away with sixteen more pounds of gold ‘round your waist. But then, Monday night rolls ‘round, ya step in that ring and ya can literally taste the win and the title. But when it’s all said and done…the only thing that ya will taste is the bitterness of the sour mash of an 86 proof ass whoopen.

(Daniels pauses to take one of his trademark swigs from his bottle of Old No.7 and then continues speaking...)

Jack Daniels: Now, Jack Daniels knows what you’re thinkin’ BJ. Hell, I just had myself a dream of takin’ your nazi ass out in a blaze of glory. But ya see the difference here Joe is that Jack Daniels makes his dreams come true. Just like the King, Daniels goes outta his way to make ‘em come true. And Jack Daniels is goin’ to make ‘nother one come true tomorrow night. Ya see, it’s not just a matter of steppin’ in that squared circle and retainin’ my title. Nah, it’s a helluva lot more to it than just that. Ya see bitchboy, ya made it fuckin’ personal. How ya ask? Ya disrespected Jack Daniels in the worst ways. Ya came out after this drunken bastard once ‘gain successfully defended his title, and ya so cowardly attacked him. What did ya prove? That ya got no balls and that ya got no brains. Shit BJ, anyone can run up from behind and attack anyone and seem like the bigger man. It doesn’t prove jack shit. If ya wanted to make a point, then ya would step right in my drunken face and do what ya gotta do. But ya obviously knew that there was no possible way of ya takin’ care of this drunken bastard in a fair manner, which is why ya lack the grapefruits like Jack Daniels has got. And as far as the brains go…shit, as long as ya got the advantage and the opportunity, ya might as well finish the job. But ya didn’t, now did ya? Jack Daniels is still alive, breathin’…and downin’ bottle after bottle of Ol’ No.7. That right there was your first and last mistake. Ya had the golden opportunity to do somethin’ which everyone in this industry would love to take claim to…and that’s take out the Drunk One.

And then, to top it all off, ya added insult to injury when ya cost this drunken bastard the tag match just this past week. Ya knew exactly what ya were doin’ and exactly who ya were gunnin’ for. So please, spare Jack Daniels of your "accident" bullshit cuz he ain’t in the fuckin’ mood right now. What Jack Daniels is in the mood for is for an ass whoopen, one that has your name all over it. Now granted, Jack Daniels had the opportunity to take your nazi ass out once and for all as well just this past week. But ya see, that’s not what I intended to do. Nah, what this drunken bastard intended to do was prove a point. Prove a point that you’re absolutely-fuckin’-nuttin’ in this industry…that ya can’t upstage Jack Daniels. And come Monday night, Jack Dnaiels is also gonna prove the point that ya just can’t handle a round of Jack Daniels. Ya see, it’s not just an ass whoopen that you’re gonna receive tomorrow night. Oh no, not by a fuckin’ longshot Nazi Joe (Daniels grins). Ya see, Jack Daniels is gonna ruin your pathetic career, right in the middle of that squared circle tomorrow night. Now obviously, he can’t take the most precious thing in your life from ya, which is your meaningless Television Title. But what this drunken bastard is gonna do is beat ya within an inch of your pathetic life, leavin’ ya helpless and permanently scarred for life so the next bastard that comes ‘long will take your title…and then eventually your career.

(Daniels pauses once more to take himself a swig from his bottle of Old No.7 and then continues speaking…)

Jack Daniels: Ya see BJ, little maggots like yourself are made and broken day in and day out. But legends…livin’ legends like this drunken bastard are slowly sculpted through time. Pieces of shit like yourself are made with ease. Just eat plenty of bran and scoop outta the toilet. Ya see Joe, what Jack Daniels is sayin’ is that it’s not impossible for ya to win, very fukin’ unlikely and will most likely require a fuckin’ miracle…but it’s not entirely impossible. But if ya did, ya would give the NEWF Title a bad name. Ya would be a fuckin’ disgrace to the title. Ya would only bring its value down, in turn bringin’ the NEWF in a whole down. And Jack Daniels ain’t gonna let that happen. Not tonight…not tomorrow night…not ANY FUCKIN’ NIGHT! This drunken bastard has worked too damn hard to get to where he is to let some sorry sack of nazi shit take it all away. I have worked my drunken ass off to bring some order…some honor…and some integrity to this title. Jack Daniels made this title what it is…and it’s the most wanted prize in this industry. And if ya think ya can just take it away like that, well then BJ, ya got ‘nother thing comin’. Joe, Tuesday mornin’, you’re not only gonna wake up outta your comatose state with no Heavyweight Title…but you’re gonna wake up with…

Till then…Nazi bastard.

(And with that, the scene fades to black…)