(The scene opens and we find ourselves right outside the Hartford County Police Station. One may wonder just what we're doing here, but anyway who hasn't been living under a rock will tell you that the pure hatred between two men has put one of them behind bars. The scene cuts to the inside of the police station. Things seem pretty calm inside. But things begin to change as the cameraman makes his way towards the prison cells where the inmates are kept. The cameraman slowly walks looking into each cell, obviously looking for something. But a few cells down, something tells me that's where he is. Who? Well, an empty bottle of Old No.7 is on the floor right outside the cell. That could only mean one drunken bastard is here. And upon further inspection, our suspicions are answered. The camera focuses in as we see Jack Daniels sitting in the corner of the jail cell. Daniels has his head down, but slowly raises it up to notcie the camera outside. Daniels begins speaking...)
Jack Daniels: Well...well...oh fuckin' well. Now isn't this ironic? Me...Jack Daniels...the innoncent one is locked up behind bars. When in fact, the one that should be locked up behind bars is that human piece of horse shit Marcus Hailey. Hell, for him it ain't bad at all. For him, prison is home. Hailey is used to livin' with roaches crawling up the walls. Hailey is used to eatin' food that looks like horse shit and baboon piss thrown in a blender. Hailey is used to bendin' over to pick up that bar of soap. And that's what makes Hailey who he is. But this ain't Jack Daniels...not by a fuckin' longshot.
But ya know somethin' Hailey, this has served Jack Daniels as a good learnin' session. Not, it hasn't taught this drunken bastard that maybe he should take out his anger in other ways rather than throwin' someone off of the roof of an arena. But it's givin' Jack Daniels an idea from just exactly where you are comin' from. It gives this drunken bastard a different perspective four our match at FEAR. I'm startin' to see things through your eyes Hailey. I'm startin' to realize what you're all 'bout. I'm startin' to realize just who ya are. And that isn't good news for ya Marcus. Ya see, as much as ya would like to believe that ya have gotten under my skin and gotten into my drunken head, the reality here is that Jack Daniels has gotten into your head. And now Jack Daniels sees things through your eyes. Jack Daniels knows how empty you're feelin' deep down inside. Jack Daniels can see how lonely ya really are. I mean hell, ya spent most of your meaningless life locked up in Riker's Island. And you're gonna sit here and tell this drunken bastard that he's all fucked up? (Daniels smirks) Shit, Jack Daniels thinks ya better take a look in that mirror son cuz ya obviously ain't seein' things the right way here.
(Daniels gets up and moves around a bit in his cell. He looks back into the camera and continues speaking...)
Jack Daniels: Let me ask ya something here Hailey. Do ya know why Jack Daniels is in here? Do ya know why Jack Daniels got locked up? For the attempted murder of one Marcus Hailey...right? WRONG! Ya see, this drunken bastard could have easily thrown ya off the top of the Civic Center with no problem. But right 'fore I was 'bout to, this drunken bastard stopped for a split second and thought to himself..."Now what fun would this be for Jack Daniels?" As I see it, we have ourselves a match at FEAR...a Jack Daniels match. Something that this drunken bastard has been brewin' for quite some time. The point of this match was not to make ya sick to your stomach and puke from the liquor. Ya could only wish it would be that simple. It was to make ya suffer. It was to make ya see things through my drunken perspective. It was to ultimately make ya realize that Jack Daniels ain't to be FUCKED with. This drunken bastard wanted ya to have to suffer through the week thinkin' 'bout how many different ways Jack Daniels would have handed ya your ass. This drunken bastard wanted ya to wake up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, fearin' for your life that come FEAR, all your chances of ever bein' greater than your older brother Smirt would come to an end.
(Suddenly one of the prison guards walks over with a set of keys. Daniels stops and looks at him. The prison guard sorts through the keys as he speaks...)
Prison Guard: Alright, you're a free man Daniels.
Jack Daniels: Well it's 'bout damn time.
Prison Guard: Yeah...yeah. Keep it up and I just might change my mind.
Jack Daniels: Yeah ya know, ya should change your mind. Don't eat that jelly donut. Go for the chocolate frosted donut. That's probably the most important decision ya have to make in a day anyhow.
(The guard gives Daniels a look, who just smirks. The guard opens the door and Daniels walks out...a FREE MAN! Daniels walks down the hall and finally, outside the police station. Standing outside right by the door is none other than the lovely Electra. She gives Daniels a hug then a kiss as he walks out.)
Jack Daniels: What took ya so long? COuldn't come up withthe money to bail a drunken bastard out?
Electra: No, I didn't bail you out. As a matter of fact, you were never really arrested.
Jack Daniels: What the hell ya talkin' 'bout? Have ya been hittin' my bottle or somthin' lately?
Electra: No baby, don't be silly. The police just took you in to give you time to cool down and seperate the two of you. They had nothing against you to lock you up.
Jack Daniels: HELLO?! What did ya forget? I damn near pushed that sorry motherfucker off the edge of the Civic Center last night.
Electra: Yeah, ya might have. But ya never pressed the button.
Jack Daniels: What button?
Electra: The button in the elevator. Hailey pressed it, not you.
Jack Daniels: Well whatever. Do me a favor hun. There's a liquor store right down the block. Go get me some milk.
Electra: Yeah sure, no problem...
(Electra walks off and heads down the block towards the liquor store. Daniels looks back into the camera and begins to speak...)
Jack Daniels: Let me ask ya somethin' Hailey. How did it feel to be on the top of the Civic Center, looking down and havin' your own life flashin' 'fore your very eyes? This drunken bastard knows all 'bout it cuz he's been there. But how did it feel Hailey? How did it feel to be absolutely powerless in a situation that ya couldn't control the outcome of? Hell, I bet it quite didn't fit your style, now did it? I didn't think so. But ya see Marcus, there's not much ya can do 'bout it. As a matter of fact, there's only two...NUTTIN' and LIKE IT! Cuz that's how it's gonna be at FEAR. Ya have gotten yourself into a situation that ya just won't be able to get the fuck out of, no matter how hard ya try. Now granted, we're gonna be on your home turf in Riker's Island. But do ya think it really matters Hailey? Do ya think it makes the slightest difference in the world where we hold our match? Ya see, just in case ya forgot Hailey, this here match is a Jack Daniels match. This is MY match. Drinkin' until ya can't go no more. If ya wanted to make this an even playin' ground Marcus, ya would have demanded that this drunken bastard drink 'bout a half dozen bottles of Ol' No.7 'fore the match officially starts. But no, instead ya decided to be humiliated...to be demoaralized at the on place ya can actually call home. The one place where ya actually belong. The one place where people would actually know your name, take ya in and give a damn 'bout ya. Cuz if ya think that anyone...and Jack Daniels means ANYONE...gives two shits 'bout ya, than you're sadly mistaken Marcus.
(Electra enters the scene once again as she hands Daniels his bottle of Old No.7. Daniels opens it and takes a much needed swig and then continues speaking...)
Jack Daniels: This past Monday night...was one of the worst days this New England region has ever had to live. Ya see, after ya won the NEWF New England Title the other night...just 'bout everyone in this New Engalnd region wanted to commit suicide, cuz they couldn't handle the fact that they have a piece of scum...a fuckin' criminal representin' 'em as their champion. But ya know what saved this people Marcus? The very fact that they knew damn well this Sunday night at FEAR, Jack Daniels will take not only that title...but your fuckin' pride...and your FUCKIN' LIFE if he has to...and represent New England as their champion. The only thing your qualified to represent is the shit on the bottom of my fuckin' boot. Hailey, ya have no idea what the word FEAR means just yet. Cuz if ya did...(Daniels looks straight into the camera with a sick look in his eyes) Ya would already be...DEAD!
Au Revoir...MOTHERFUCKER!
(Daniels starts grinning a bit. Then he slowly busts out laughing in a sort of a demonic nature. He takes a swig from his bottle of Old No.7 and begins to calm down a bit as the scene fades to black...)