Out to pasture...
[ Inside the city of New Orleans, while a part of the historical city have returned to fruition, some areas of the city are still devastated in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Almost two years later, houses, businesses, schools, churches, industrial regions and corporate offices alike lie in ruin at the hands of Mother Nature.
In one of the residential districts, the sounds of hammers, saws, and vehicles can be heard as people continue the rebuilding process under the hot sun. Throughout the last 22 months, hundreds of celebrities, politicians, religious leaders, actors, musicians and athletes alike have all come to lend their support in their own way. Now, we zero in on the sound of one particular hammer, coming from the top of the frame of a new home-in-progress. The camera traces over to find the man behind the hammer, former EPW World Heavyweight Champion and current Head of EPW Security, Beast, clad only in work boots and torn denim shorts, drenched in sweat from a hard day's work.
As the camera crew nears, Beast puts down his hammer and grabs a nearby bottle of water to take a much-needed swig. ]
Beast: Man, this brings back a lot of memories. Building dog houses when I was a kid, and helping my dad build a new tractor shed or the latest addition to the main barn. It feels good to put in a hard day's work, and to see the results of that labor.
Especially here, in New Orleans, after Katrina tore this city apart, it's great to be able to chip in and even if it's only for one family, to help try and put their lives back together.
[ Beast tidies up his tools and climbs down off the roof of the house. ]
Beast: But not my opponent this week. Anarky, your name is symbolic of everything that's happened here in New Orleans.
Anarchy.
Countless buildings, environments, and lives destroyed. Looting in the streets. Police crossing the line and resorting to crime. People beating each other and leaving them for dead.
And something tells me that's exactly what Dan Ryan's trying to accomplish with this match. Ryan would be really happy if I was out of his hair.
But Danny-boy couldn't beat me on his own, so he's sending his dog out to do the job for him. Only problem is, Anarky, you're more of a chihuahua than you are a pit bull. Sure, you've got that mean look, you tell everyone that'll listen about how you love to hurt people, how you love the pain.
But your bark is sure a lot worse than your bite, isn't it, 'Nark? You're supposed to be the Chairman of this company, but for all the big words in your vocabulary, Dan Ryan does all the talking for you. We all know that you're just a stand-in for the real think, Anarky. Ryan lost control of the company, but he has you to do his dirty work for him. Only thing is, Ryan's still the one pulling the strings. He tells you to sit, stay, and roll over, and you do so without question like a good trained mutt, wagging your tail all the way.
But please, whatever you do, keep the stories about Ryan rubbing your tummy all to yourselves, shall we?
But now, Ryan's loosened the collar and taken off the leash, hasn't he? "Git 'em, 'Narko! Git 'em, boy!"
So you come screaming across the yard, yapping your head off, but all that's going to happen is you're going to let out a big "YIPE!" and scurry back where you came from with your tail between your legs. There's only room for one alpha animal around here, Anarky, and son, you're not it.
You want a street fight? Fine. Let's have a street fight. But not in the arena. Let's make it a REAL street fight. I want to bounce your face off the pavement. I want to leave grid marks on your face with a man hole cover. I want to throw you through the windshield of a car. I want to staple you to this house that I'm building. I want to bury you in the concrete I'm pouring for the sidewalk.
I'm going to show you exactly why I'm the Alpha Male, 'Narko, and quite frankly, ring steps and announce tables just don't cut it any more.
Let's see what you've got, Lassie. Let's see if you want this bad enough, or if I'm going to take you out behind the shed and put a bullet between your eyes.
But don't worry, I'll be sure to tell Danny-boy that we just took you out to the farm and had to leave you there.
[ Fade out. ]