*The scene opens to static. The camera pans out and we realize that we were staring at a big screen tv that was all snow. The camera pans a bit and we realize we're in someone's home. There are a few leather couches surrounding the tv. A pool table behind them. On the wall over there, there's a large display of numerous title belts, trophies, plaques newspaper and magazine articles...everything only a ture legend in this sport would have. The camera turns away from the wall and notices a bar in the corner over there. Wait a second, that's not just any bar...that bar and this home belongs to none other than the legend himself, one half of the NWF Tag Team Champions...Jack Daniels. And by the looks of it, Daniels has already hit the bar. There are quite a few empty bottles of Old No.7 laying on top of the bar. Some are standing, some are knocked over. Wait a second, look at the ground, there's some Old No.7 spilled on the ground and there's a couple more of empty bottles as well. Damn, either Daniels had himself a party or had a party by himself. All in all, there's got to be at least a dozen bottles scatered around.*
*But where is our drunken hero? He should be cutting a promo by now. The camera moves along a bit...wait a second...wait a damn second. What the...Daniels is here. But not in a conscious state. Daniels is passed out on the floor near the bar, with another empty bottle of Old No.7 just outta the reach of his hand. What the...did the drinking finally get to the Drunk One...to the whole drunken show...to our drunken hero? Why dammit...WHY? The camerman in a state of shock drops the camera on the floor and all we see is Daniel's hand extended on the floor with an empty bottle of Old No.7 just out of reach. But we hear the cameraman run. Suddenly the sound of a phone being dialed is heard and then his voice.*
Cameraman: *Speaking frantically* Ye...yeah...I need an ambulance here right away. Jack Daniels has drank himself to death, I think. Yeah...Jack Daniels. That's the guy's name. NO, THIS AIN'T A JOKE! He's passed out on the floor and he's had plenty to drink. HURRY! What...hold on. *The cameraman's feet are seen now by Daniel's body* HOLY SHIT! HE'S GOT NO PULSE! HURRY! *We can see the cameraman's hand putting down the phone near his feet* Oh no...not my drunken hero. I gotta save him.
*The cameraman gets on his kness and looks as if he begins administering CPR to Daniels. This goes on for a few moments and the camera is still rolling, when suddenly, the sound of sirens are heard in the not too far distance. Voices are heard and a herd of EMTs coming rushing in to Daniel's aid. The cameraman gets out of the way and realizes the camera is still on and then just like that, we fade to static. What the hell is going on? Why would Daniels do something like this? Why was Daniels drinking to the point where he's in an unconscious state...maybe even dead?*