Our scene opens up in a small wooden cabin, located deep in the woods of Winchester, VA. The pine trees sway to and fro with the small breeze blowing in the air. Faint screams of pleasure and ecstasy can be heard coming from inside the cabin. John can be seen exiting the front door, wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans and a pyramid studded belt around his waist.

His neck is red from the dog collar that has been placed around his neck from Christine Nash. His chest looks like Wolverine from X-Men got a hold to him. He slowly walks down the steps and takes a seat at the last one. He takes out a joint from his pocket and places it in his mouth. He pulls out his lighter from his other pocket and tries to light it. After a few flicks and not getting a flame, John throws the lighter into the thick brush off to the side. He places the joint behind his ear and hangs his head down low.

I feel like I am losing my mind, I swear. She hurts me, she hurts me bad mommy but I love it. I love being used and abused by her. Becoming her bitch and so called "play thing" has breathed a new life in me that I thought I would never have. You see Justin, I am a man of many talents. I can play the guitar, I can roll a joint faster than D. Shadows, despite what he says and I can take more pain than anyone can imagine.

With that pain I receive, I dish it out twice as worse. It doesn't matter if it's Christine doing wicked things to me or with Wyatt Reynolds sticking a pistol in my mouth. When I these things happen to me, I become comfortably numb. I become so numb that when I inflict my pain onto you, I am unaware of the damage till after the fact and Justin, that is bad for you...that is VERY BAD!!!

I did some research on you Justin and all I know about you is you are a so called "Canadian Bad-Ass" ...What the fuck does that mean? Does it mean that you can withstand sub-zero temperatures than any other American? Does it mean that you are the Canadian version of Chuck Norris? Nobody gives a flying fuck about you Justin. In-fact, I don't think I have ever seen you backstage at a event, not once. I wonder if this is some big rib by NeoNero to avoid my challenge I issued out to him, hmmmm....?

Well Justin this is the second annual of the Nero Games and I will make this your first and last appearance at it. I already read about our stips and I will take great pleasure in whipping your ass inside and outside the local pub. I will pin your ass and after, I will enjoy a good pint of Lager to celebrate my victory over you why because I am John Austin and I enjoy some good brew. I may be a alcoholic, fuck it doesn't matter because I am awesome.

Whatever your accomplishments are Justin, they got out the window here come Monday because you can do amazing things in other companies but when you get to XWF, they don't mean a damn thing and they don't mean anything to me. I look at you as just another lonely, sad individual who is in the wrong place at the wrong damn time.

So say your prayers, eat your vitamins or do whatever the fuck it is you Canadians do to train because it won't mean a damn thing by the time that bell rings. You do all that to make yourself feel good and give you the thought of a fighting chance but realistically, when the darkness overtakes you, your soul will enter into my possession.

The sound of a whip cracking into the air can be heard and at the door way, we see the silhouette of Christine Nash. By the looks of it, she is dressed rather sultry and is holding a whip in her right hand.

John slowly gets up from the stairs and walks back up to the door. We see her extend her hand and she pulls John along as our scene goes to black