The brand new Colosseum appears on screen against an overcast sky. The massive structure takes up most of the screen. The familiar car horns honking, and the random hustle and bustle of New York City streets can be heard. The camera moves toward the building at a pretty quick pace, flying over cars and people to the front door. The door opens up and the lobby outside of the raised seating is seen. Different concession and merchandise stands are seen to the left, and when the camera pans right, Buck Evans is seen walking towards the camera, with one end of the International championship in hand, and the rest dragging the ground behind him. In the background, EWA world champion Buzzsaw and Frankie Manning is seen discussing something at a photo set. Buck is wearing a green and black flannel shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of brown cowboy boots. Buck walks up to the camera, center screen, before stopping just in time to make the shot a bust shot. Buck readjusts the title belt by grabbing the middle plate of the belt in his right hand to keep the rest of the belt off the ground. Buck: Goddamn, I hate photo shoots. I gotta git all clean and shit. And then they wanna put me in a damn picture with Buzzsaw. Stupid sumbitch. I know, I know, he’s a damn world champ, and that puts him in the number one position in this damn company. He’s there until I decide to knock him down from that pedestal that the EWA hotshots have put him on. One day Buzz, one day, so keep a eye on me.
Buck walks past the camera, and the camera follows him down the corridor to a black, steel door marked “Buck Evans,” written in black on white tape. Buck opens the door and inside is a 4-square room with wood panel walls. In the far left corner is a medium sized flat screen tv and in the opposite corner is a brown La-Z-Boy. There is a white mini refrigerator in the far right corner, and a wooden locker in the close left corner with Buck’s jeans hanging there. A black cowboy hat sits atop the locker. Buck walks over to his La-Z-Boy and sits down. The camera stops next to Buck and shows the tv. The tv flickers on and shows the beating Buck gave Slate last week. The shot with the branding iron, and then the subsequent hanging. Slate’s face showing the pain the whole time. Buck chuckles at the sight of Slate’s pain. The tv goes black and the camera pans around to show Buck leaning back in his chair.
Buck: So, what’d I tell ya? I said that I’d take care of Slate, and by God, I think I did just that. That sumbitch ain’t gonna be a problem fer me anymore. I reckon I got a pretty easy title defense in a few weeks now. I don’t think a bastard that can’t breathe is gonna be too tough to beat. So now, I’ve done beat Slate in a match and proved that when push comes to shove that I can beat the ever lovin shit outta him. I proved it at the last Shatter Point, and I’ll prove it again in a few weeks when I beat his ass to keep the one thing he can’t stand livin without, this goddamn belt. So Slate, I hope you get better soon, cause I want you at yer best when I whip you again.
Buck gets up from his chair and walks over to the fridge. He opens the door and reveals a fridge stocked full Budweiser cans. Buck grabs a beer and returns to his chair.
Buck: Now, I feel like I’m forgettin somethin.
Cameraman: Maybe your opponent this week? Jun Yao.
Buck: Jun, again? Fuck that no good sorry bastard.
The screen goes black.
Scene fades in and Buck is still in his chair, but now the camera is now in the corner above the tv and is a surveillance camera based on the type of picture shown. Buck has a cell phone to his ear, and instead of hearing his words, subtitles are shown across the bottom of the screen.
Buck: Karen, look, baby, this has been goin on fer weeks. Just come out here.
.....
Buck: No I’m serious.
…..
Buck: Ok, so it’s all set, yer gonna fly out here in a few weeks once you git everythin taken care of at the farm.
…..
Buck: Of course I’m happy bout that.
…..
Buck: No, I’ll be fine till you get here…
The scene fades to black then the EWA logo appears middle screen.
