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**05-21-2014, 10:15 AM**

The scene opens up on the outside view of a local bar in Hickory, North Carolina. The place is packed and the sign on the outside is lit up in neon colors, "Hickory Tavern." The camera zooms towards the opening of the establishment as people are lined up outside. The scene fades to black and then opens back up to a view of a pub table with four patrons sitting on the bar stools. The tavern is a bit noisy, the four men have been equipped with lapel microphones in order to hear the conversation. The man to the top left is wearing a Carolina Panthers jersey with Cam Newtons number and name on the back, this is Jimmy Allman, a former marine and current correctional officer at a local facility. The man to the top right is wearing a lime green polo shirt and a nike ball cap. Hes about six foot six and is a heavy set man. This is Tyler Hensley, a high school friend and a car salesman at the Toyota dealership in Hickory. The third man, sitting at the bottom left is Kevin Harvey. Locally known as a playboy, he is a boxing trainer and has his own gym in the town south of Hickory, Conover, North Carolina. The fourth man, sitting at the bottom right is wearing a solid white tshirt, blue jeans and Rocky brand boots. A Tapout hat is sitting at the center of the table, and it assumed it belongs to the fourth man, Jeff Taylor. The friends are sitting around talking about random things, the audio from the table is now tuned into the broadcast.

Harvey: No fuckin' way man. I've been doing this boxing shit for years, and I know that even with the amount of talent that Floyd Mayweather has, he could never beat Ali, no fuckin' way.

Allman: Fuck Mayweather. Ali was the best in the world man, so fast, so manipulative. He beat you with his mind and with his words before he even stepped into the ring with you. I don't think Floyd "Money" Mayweather is smart enough to contend with Ali, much less have the boxing prowess.

Hensley: Fuck boxing.

Harvey: What!? Fuck you bean bag.

Jeff Taylor: *Letting out a heavy laugh* Kev man, lay off Hens' weight. He's trying to lose it.

Allman: And whatever he's losing, I'm gaining.

Harvey: Because you won't come down to the gym. I could get you back in shape man. You used to be a rock solid Marine, now you're... pudgy...

All four men begin to laugh as they continue to talking. The waitress comes back to the table and serves them more beers. Harvey begins talking to her, doing his normal thing. After about a minute, she writes down her number and hands it to Harvey. The other three men just shake their heads as the waitress walks off. Harvey then looks towards the main bar of the Tavern. Two men are beginning to argue.

Harvey: Oh shit... Gonna be a fight..

Hensley: Well this night just keeps getting better.

Allman: I'll handle this.

Jimmy Allman, stands up from the bar and wipes his shirt down before nodding at his friends and walking towards the bar. The two men that are arguing begin pushing one another. One of the men is obviously a wrestling fan, and is wearing a XWF shirt, while the other leaves that fact undetermined as his clothes doesn't suggest any affiliation with the sport. The wrestling fan pushes the other man again, and he goes back slamming into Allman as he's walking up. The man turns around and pushes Allman. All three men at Jeff Taylors pub table stand up and begin walking towards the commotion. Three other men step up and stand beside the drunk that slammed into Allman. Heated words are flying between the men, except for Jeff Taylor, as he just stares at the biggest man that is in the entourage of the inebriated fool. The XWF fan, tilts his head and begins look at Jeff Taylor.

Fan: Wait... Wait a goddamn minute... You're him... You're "Devil Dog." Jeff fuckin' Taylor, its really you.

The drunk man then looks to his friends. " Look boys.. a 'wrassler!'. Lets fuck him up." The drunk mans group of cronies jump on Jeff Taylor, as Taylors friends grab three of the individuals. Bouncers run in to grab the man that has grabbed Jeff Taylor, but before they can get there, Taylor picks him up and delivers a spine buster on the biggest drunk through a table in the bar. The bouncers grab Jeff and break up the others and the fighting. The head bouncer grabs Jeff by the arm and begins escorting him to the door, as the others are being escorted.

Jeff Taylor: Hey dude, I don't want any trouble. I was just defending my friends and myself. I will leave without any problems.

Bouncer: Fuck that, you're not going anywhere. I just got to make it look like I'm kicking you guys out too. Once all of you are out of the building, I'll send those idiots to the left and you guys to the right. Walk around to the back and I'll let you guys back in.

After all the men are escorted to the outside. The bouncer instructs them just as he told Jeff Taylor he would. As Jeff and his three friends walk around the back of the building, a door to the kitchen is opened and the bouncer is standing there waving them in.

Jeff Taylor: Man I appreciate it, you didn't have to go through this trouble.

Bouncer: Ain't no thing man. I seen the whole thing go down, plus I'm a huge fan. The anticipation of your debut is killing me. I'm a former Marine myself. I can't wait to see what you can do in the ring.

Jeff Taylor: Well, it won't be long buddy. And I can guarantee you a damn good show.

The bouncer leads Jeff Taylor and company back to the table they were sitting at. The camera man tells Jeff that his lapel mic had been damaged and his audio wasn't coming in clearly. Jeff and the camera man head to a back room that blocks out the noise from the busy bar. Jeff looks into the camera and just smiles.

Jeff Taylor: Another day in the life of "Devil Dog" Jeff Taylor. Can't get just a night out with my friends. Well, its whatever. Other days will come. But there is actual business to attend to, as I am about to make my long awaited ring debut. Fans have seen me train. Fans have seen what I can do in high pressure situations in life threatening environments. Which leads me to believe that a submission match on my first Wednesday Warfare will be a cakewalk. I know nothing of the two opponents that have been placed into this bout with me. I hope they bring their A-game. That is really all I can say for them. But just a note to all the fans and all the people that watch XWF on Wednesday nights. This is just the start. This match is just a stepping stone. Jeff Taylor is going to march on every person that is placed in front of me. The time is oh so close. I am getting more and more excited as the hours pass. The blood that pulsates through this veins is steaming at the fact that in only a few hours time, "Devil Dog" Jeff Taylor is going to walk down that ramp. He's going to step through those ropes and he's going to put the worst beating on whoever is in that ring with me that the world has ever seen. With it being a submission match, there is only one way this can go down according to the rules. But "Devil Dog" has a different opinion on the matter. Its tap... nap... or snap... I'm going to let my opponents choose their own fate. Choose wisely... Regardless of how long they have trained and worked out to get ready for a match against "Devil Dog" Jeff Taylor, they are not prepared... YOU!... ARE NOT!... PREPARED!.... Now turn that fuckin' thing off Jerry, come have a beer with the boys.

As Jeff walks back into the main room of the bar with Jerry the cameraman behind him, all the patrons of the bar are clapping their hands for him. He raises his arms to the side and shouts, "Oorah!" as the camera slowly fades to this image.

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YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!

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