(The scene opens up. The camera seems to be on inside of a car. The car is driving down a long, winding road.
It's night-time outside and so you can't see much, but the light of the camera illuminates the car.
Suddenly, the car makes a sharp turn and starts up a hill. A large set of iron gates begins to loom in the distance, getting closer.
As the car nears the gates, it stops and you can see a small talk-box on a pole on the left hand side of the car.
The driver of the car stops beside it, and presses the button on the panel of the door to roll the window down.
As soon as he can reach it, the driver reaches out and presses the "TALK" button on the talk-box.
After a few beeps, a voice comes back.)

Voice: Yes?

Driver: Umm...we're here to do the interview with President McLean and Commissioner Carlisle.....is that alri....

(Before the driver can finish speaking, a green light flashes on the talk-box and the gates begin to open.
The driver rolls up the window on the car and as soon as the gates are open enough, begins to drive through.
The car passes through the gates and suddenly the President's mansion comes into view.
It's a large 3-story complex, and it's fully illuminated. The driver parks the car outside the main entrance.
Both driver and cameraman get out and move towards the front door.
Before they can even knock, a man dressed like a butler opens the door and speaks quickly, in a British accent.)

Butler: Yes, welcome, gentlemen, Mr. McLean and Mr. Carlisle are in the study....please follow me.....

(The door shuts behind the two men almost automatically as the two men follow the butler down a long hallway.
The heels of the mens shoes click on the marble floor as they continue down the long corridor.
Suddenly, the butler turns and goes towards a half-opened door. He opens it all the way, announcing his presence in the room.)

Butler: Excuse me, sir, but these two gentlemen are here from the GFWA to do an interview with you and Mr. Carlisle....?

President McLean: Yes, yes, of course, let them in, Johnson....please....come in, fellas...please, make yourself comfortable in my home....

(The cameraman and driver enter the room cautiously. The cameraman sets up his camera near the fireplace.
The driver just makes himself comfortable on a large oversized loveseat across the room.
As soon as the cameraman signals that he's ready, President McLean speaks first.)

President McLean: Well, the GFWA has finally arrived inside the mansion home of President Matt McLean....and along side me tonight is the one and only Commissioner of the GFWA, Mason Carlisle....we were just going over some footage shot by GFWA Live! this week.....some material from Biggunn, I think.....*the two men laugh together*....here, you take a listen.....this is good stuff.....

(The camera wheels around and points towards the television. Biggunn's face appears on the screen and he says the following:

"I'm going to sign you up for a little match my friend, and your opponent or should I say opponents will be introduced to yuo the moment you walk down the aisle and set foot in the lions den. thats right commish, you and two people of my choice will have a little tangle in the den in triple threat match format..........because theres a reason behind it commish, a reason of pure genious and structure. The reason is, if you sruvive the match, the very last match on Rumble on the 18'th will be you and me in the same den, anything goesd."

As soon as the footage ends, President McLean pauses the tape. The screen is a strange shot of Biggunn making a strange face in mid-word.)

President McLean: I could spend two years dissecting this, Mase....but are you getting what he just said???

Commissioner Carlisle: Yeah....don't know if I believe it yet though....what a moron...*laughs*

President McLean: I mean, it would appear to me as if he's callin' YOU out! *laughs* Is this guy truely out of his gord???

Commissioner Carlisle: *laughing* Well, he's half in charge, and it sure sounds like he's calling me out...I am the "Commish" after all....Of course, you have the other fifty percent....if you say he's calling me out, then the match is a lock....

President McLean: Look, Biggunn....you said, plain and simple....a match with the Commish.....and you're looking at the Commish, sitting right beside me! Take a good long look, too....because you just challenged HIM....And not me....so get ready.....Mason, he's called you out, man, he's called your punk card, now whatcha gonna do?? *grins*

Commissioner Carlisle: ...and I just accepted....Who's the bitch now, Biggie? I've had a problem with your attitude since the day I came on board here.....If you think we're going to roll over for you for the next two weeks, wrong answer. You think you can punk The Establishment? Well, bring your belt, bring your buddies, and bring your vaseline, cause we punk a lot harder. *reaches down, pulls out a fountain pen, signing a stack of papers below him*

President McLean: Listen, Biggunn....you've had it out for me ever since I punked your lame ass out as the dominant wrestler Skarrphace....even then, you couldn't one up me and now, of all the times to lose your brain.....you screwed up and called me Commish! *laughs* It's almost comical.....but with that, you sealed your fate.... You want the Commish....you can have the Commish.....and just take a wild guess who the special guest referee for that match will be, Mase? *grins*

Commissioner Carlisle: Why, forgive me for sounding like a game show host, but step on down Matt! Biggunn, you are an ignorant disgrace to this federation. As champion, you should at least know who put you up where you are, who pays your bills.....You can't be allowed to continue to represent us, and The Establishment will make certain of that.....

(Commissioner Carlisle finishes signing the papers and hands them to President McLean.
He turns and leaves the room. As soon as he's gone, the camera zooms in on McLean, now with a more serious look on his face.)

President McLean: Biggunn....take note. For one time in your life, try and use the walnut-sized brain that God gave you....and think for just a moment about the chance you have of surviving the next two weeks....think about all the times in the past when you've tried....and you've fought....and you've kicked....and you've clawed to try and rid the GFWA of me...whether it be as Skarrphace....as Commissioner, and now as President.....I'm the same person....and you still.....you are still on the bottom of the food chain, looking up at me with all the envy in the world....and there's not a damn thing you can do about it....so bring whoever it is you want to the lion's den.....I'll bring Mason...and my referee's shirt....and we'll walk out victorious....yet again.

(Suddenly, Carlisle walks back into the room. He strides back towards his seat but doesn't sit down.)

Commissioner Carlisle: Well, I just got my tickets...Time to rush deliver a big slice of humble pie to Biggunn in Tacoma.....Biggunn....*laughs* I don't care how big he is, there's never a reason to fear an uncocked weapon. I'll have Aless forward all my calls, cancel all my appointments, and pick up my trunks out of the cleaners..."Mad Dog" Mason is coming back, and there's nothing BiG2k can do about it....

(Carlisle re-exits the room, walking with a stern purpose. McLean gets a smile on his face as he turns to leave himself.)

President McLean: And as for me......I guess you'll see us in Tacoma, Biggunn.....that is.....if we don't see you first.....*laughs*

(McLean continues to laugh to himself as he exits the room. The cameraman surveys the room one last time
before shutting off his camera. The scene fades to black.)