The scene opens up in an undisclosed section of an undisclosed forest somewhere in central Pennsylvania. The camera operator pans from left to right, unable to make out anything in the darkness except for the shapes of the trees just within reach. He takes a few steps forward, and with each step brings the sound of twigs cracking under his feet. From off in the distance the hooting of an owl can be heard along with the sound of a bush rustling. Seconds later a pair of yellow eyes appear, most likely belonging to a raccoon or other animal, and then disappear just as quickly as they appeared. He begins to take a few more steps forward, sticking his hands out in front of him to avoid running face first into a tree, as he again wonders aloud why he's out here.

Watching, not more than 50 feet from the man, through a pair of night vision goggles sits another man on a large, flat rock. The man watches for a few more moments and then lowers the goggles in order to take the last drink out of his bottle of beer. After finishing the delicious beverage the man stands, tosses the bottle off to the side where it smashes against a nearby tree, and heads off into the darkness.

The cameraman, upon hearing the sound of glass shattering, turns toward the source of the noise and calls out....to no avail. He again curses himself out for being stuck with yet another crappy assignment and heads off in the opposite direction from the man.

The man with the night vision goggles returns to where he has set up camp and sees that his two friends have succeeded in their duties to build a fire and set up the three tents around it. The two are currently sitting in lounge chairs around the fire with bottles of beer in their hands, and when they see the man, the one closest to him opens up a nearby red cooler and hands him one as he passes by. Sitting by the fire gives the chance for the appearance of the three men to be seen. The man with the goggles is the largest of the three, and is dressed in black jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, which would be odd because of the weather, however the oddest part of his attire is the rubber clown mask covering his face. The other two men are dressed similarly, with black jeans and dark sweatshirts, however they are both wearing masks different from the man's. The one that handed him the beer is wearing a Frankenstein mask, while the other is wearing a mask that resembles Billy The Puppet. The man with the goggles opens his beer and pulls a third chair up to the fire, taking a seat before he takes a drink from the bottle.

Man #1: We have company.

Man #2: Who?

Man #1: Don't know.

Man #2: How many?

Man #1: Just one from what I saw. He's alone and walking around with a camera in his hands.

Man #3: A threat?

Man #1: No.

Meanwhile, back in the woods the cameraman is still walking around lost, occasionally stopping and listening for any noises that may signal the presence of another human. The sound of a twig cracking from behind him causes the cameraman to stop in his tracks. He turns around and strains his eyes as he tries to see anything.

Cameraman: Is someone there?

Male Voice: Dave is that you?

Cameraman: Wallace?

Male Voice: Yeah. Where are you?

Cameraman Dave: Hold on. Keep talking and I'll follow your voice.

Wallace Coleman: This is so freaking stupid. We're both respected in the journalism community...and we're stuck out in the woods trying to find some psychopath. I feel like we're stuck in a lame Friday The 13th rip-off.

Cameraman Dave comes upon Wallace Coleman, WWA's resident backstage interviewer, sitting on a large, flat rock.

Wallace Coleman: You're telling me. I'm pretty sure I've been walking circles for the last 3 hours.

Cameraman Dave: Same here. I thought I heard some glass shattering earlier but I haven't figured out where it came from.

Wallace Coleman: Oh you know what, I stepped on some glass a few minutes ago. It was over there.

Wallace points off to the side near a group of trees.

Wallace Coleman: It wasn't there the first few times I came through here so I thought if I stayed put I might find who put it there.

Cameraman Dave: Smart thinking.

As the two continue to talk amongst themselves the scene switches back to the three men wearing masks, still sitting around the fire and drinking beer through the mouth holes in the mask.

Man #1: Gotta take a piss.

The man in the clown mask sets his beer down on the ground and gets up as he heads for the nearby tree line. As he's taking care of things he hears the sound of two voices nearby. He walks through the tree line, making sure he's careful to avoid certain wet spots, toward the the voices. As he walks he lifts up his night vision goggles and scans the area. He spots the cameraman from earlier along with a new man that he hadn't seen before.

Man #1 (whispering): Interesting.

The man lowers his goggles and carefully sneaks closer to the two, being careful to avoid any branches on the ground. He stops when he hears one of the men speak up.

Wallace Coleman: Hey I gotta take a piss. I'll be right back.

Cameraman Dave: All right. I'm going to keep trying to get a signal on this damn cell phone.

The cameraman sets his camera down on the rock and walks off in an attempt to locate a signal as Wallace heads off into the woods. The man in the clown mask steps back as Wallace approaches his location, not wanting to give himself away. The man then moves slowly in a semi circle around the man so that he is now behind him, and then slowly moves up behind him. When he's within just a few feet from him, the man reaches into his pocket and slowly pulls out something small and metallic which slightly glistens under the moonlight. As Wallace finishes what he was doing the man quickly moves up behind him and wraps one arm around his neck and pokes the end of the metallic item into his sides.

Man #1: Say one word and it'll be your last. Got it?

Wallace quickly nods and remains silent. The man releases his grip around Wallace's neck but moves the metal item from his side to his back.

Man #1: Now move. Slowly.

The man leads Wallace a quarter of a mile through the dark woods until the orange glow of a fire can be seen in a clearing up ahead. Once they reach the clearing the man roughly pushes Wallace forward, causing him to trip and fall face first into the dirt. The other two men, both still wearing their masks, casually look up at the sound of the man falling but neither move from their chairs.

Man #1: Found one of the two poking around the woods about a quarter mile from here.

Man #2: Is that so? What do you think we should do with him?

Man #3: Well we can't just let him go.

Man #1: Both of you shut up. All right who are you and why are you here.

Wallace Coleman: W..wa..wa..wallace. My name's Wallace.

Man #1: You got a last name Wallace?

Wallace Coleman: Coleman. Wallace Coleman.

Man #1: All right Chuck, now tell me why the hell you're out here.

Wallace Coleman: I work for WWA and I was told to come out here and find a wrestler. I'm supposed to interview him.

Man #1: Oh really? And who exactly are you looking for?

Wallace reaches into his pocket and pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket which he unfolds.

Wallace Coleman: Jay Price.

Two of the men begin to snicker as the first man simply stands in front of Wallace with his arms crossed in front of him.

Man #1: Oh? And what exactly do you know about this...Jay Price was it?

Wallace Coleman: I really don't know him. He was only just hired a few weeks ago and I've yet to meet him.

Man #1: Well unfortunately I have some bad news for you.

Wallace grows anxious as he stares into the eyes that lie behind the mask.

Man #1: Right now you happen to be in a very bad situation that you really don't want to be in. And well...guys show him why.

The two men behind Wallace move in quickly causing him to spin around out of fear. The man uses this opportunity to move in behind him and pull the metallic item from his pocket and place it in front of Wallace's throat.

Wallace Coleman: Oh god...oh god..please don't kill me.

Man #1: See that bad situation you were just in...it just got a hell of a lot worse for you.

The other two men begin to laugh hysterically as the man shows Wallace the metal item was really just an ordinary metal spoon.

Wallace Coleman: What the hell!

Wallace turns around in time to see the man pulling off his mask and revealing the face of Jay Price. Behind Wallace the other two men remove their masks to reveal two of Price's drinking buddies, Trevor and Jordan. Price then points his finger over to a camera that is set up to record the entire camping area.

Jay Price: It just got worse because everyone that sees this tape is going to see you almost piss your pants because you thought a spoon was a knife.

Wallace Coleman: Well what was I supposed to think? You come at me out of nowhere, kidnap me and then drag me here. So excuse me for thinking you might just try to kill me.

Jay Price: You really don't have a clue who I am do you?

Wallace Coleman: No and I don't give a damn. You don't just go around kidnapping backstage interviewers like that.

Jay Price: Hey just be glad I didn't shave you bald and try to give you an exorcism.

Wallace Coleman: What the hell? Are you all crazy?

Jay Price: My psychiatrist doesn't think so.

Wallace Coleman: That's it, I'm out of here.

Wallace turns to leave but Price speaks up, stopping him.

Jay Price: Wally, chill out. You came for Jay Price right?

Wallace Coleman: Yeah.

Price holds up his hands.

Jay Price: Well here I am.

Wallace Coleman: You gotta be kidding me.

Jay Price: Nope. So why don't you go over there, take a seat and have a beer with me.

Wallace Coleman: All right.

Jay Price: And you two, go out there and find his damn cameraman.

Trevor and Jordan head off into the woods as Price and Wallace take a seat in front of the fire. Price takes a swig from his beer as the camera switches out to the woods where Trevor and Jordan are searching for the cameraman.

Trevor: Why is that we always end up doing what he tells us?

Jordan: Because he always hooks us up with booze.

Trevor: I know that, but is that the only reason?

Jordan: I dunno.

Trevor: Of course. God what do you know?

Jordan: Well I know for a fact that you're a...

Trevor: Shhhh!

Trevor holds his finger up to his lips as he stops walking. Jordan also stops and listens. Off in the distance the sound of twigs cracking signals that someone is near. The two slowly, and quietly, follow the sound until they come across someone wandering around the forest using a flashlight attached to his camera to guide him. The man is walking while at the same time holding his cell phone out in front of him, opened, presumably in search of a signal. The two look at each other and nod, not needing to speak a word to understand what the plan is. Trevor heads off to the left, Jordan to the right, and the two slowly close in on him from the sides.

Cameraman Dave: I hate the woods. You can never find a damn signal around all of these trees.

The cameraman stuffs his phone back into his pocket and looks around, trying to get an idea of where he might be. As he scans the area the sound of leaves rustling from behind startles him. He spins around and looks but sees nothing. Out of nowhere from behind a pair of hands grab hold of his shoulders and pulls him backward before one of the arms is wrapped around his neck. A second man appears from behind the trees in front of him and he grabs the camera along with the flashlight.

Trevor: All right let's get him back to Jay.

Jordan: Aww. Can't we have some fun with him first.

Trevor: Well he didn't say to be careful.

The scene switches back to Price and Wallace who are still sitting in front of the fire with beers in hand.

Jay Price: Now that was the first time I tried to pick up a hooker that turned out to be a cop.

Wallace Coleman: Interesting. But my question was about what your plans are for snapping this losing streak of yours.

Jay Price: Oh really? My bad.

Wallace Coleman: It happens. So honestly, this week you're set to face a daunting task in defeating the monster known as Trendkiller. What are you doing to do?

Price takes a swig of his beer and stares into the fire as he lets that question sink in.

Jay Price: Wally...you don't care if I call you Wally do you?

Wallace Davis: Actually I'd rather you not call me tha..

Jay Price: You see Wally, as of late I have been struggling in WWA. But what nobody besides me realizes is...it's not my fault.

Wallace Davis: Not your fault?

Jay Price: No, not my fault whatsoever. You see it's WWA Management that is at fault for my problems.

Wallace Davis: How so?

Jay Price: When I signed on to come here, I had to agree to abide by a certain standards. I was no longer allowed to do the things that made me a wrestling legend in the other companies I've worked for. I could no longer be that over the top, overly violent foul mouthed heathen that I naturally am. But I'm done abiding by their rules and their standards. I'm done with losing to talentless hicks that wouldn't last a day in any other promotion that I was in. Wally, I'm done with being none as "the winless rookie".

Wallace Davis: So what's your plan?

Jay Price: Wel...

At that moment Trevor and Jordan emerge from the tree line half dragging-half carrying a barely conscious cameraman along with them. Wallace stands up upon the sight of his friend.

Wallace Coleman: What the hell did you two do to Dave?

Trevor: We didn't do it, we found him like this.

Jordan: Yeah what kind of people do you take us for?

Jay Price: Dammit you guys, did I tell you to beat him up?

Trevor: No, but you didn't say not to.

Jay Price: Hmm, you're right. Meh.

Price takes another swig from his beer and continues to relax as Wallace heads over to check on Dave. Trevor and Jordan let him go and allow him to hit the ground as they head for their chairs. Wallace crouches down beside Dave and shakes his shoulder.

Wallace Coleman: You all right man?

Cameraman Dave: Uggggggggh.

Wallace Coleman: Jesus! What the hell did you two do to him?

Trevor: We may have scared him and he may have run face first into a tree.

Jordan: And then we may have accidentally stepped on him while we tried to help him. But it was really dark out there.

Wallace Coleman: Dave are you going to be okay.

Dave lifts his head up off of the ground long enough to spit blood out of his mouth before laying it back down.

Jay Price: He's fine. As long as he's breathing he'll live. Now get back over here and finish your beer with us.

Wallace Coleman: But Da...

Jay Price: Wally get back over here so we can finish this damn conversation.

Wallace reluctantly leaves Dave and walks back over to where Price is sitting. Trevor and Jordan have taken the empty seats so Wallace elects to remain standing rather than sit on the ground.

Jay Price: Now we were in the middle of discussing my upcoming match with Trendkiller. Correct?

Wallace Coleman: Correct.

Jay Price: So make with the questions.

Wallace Coleman: Well as I had just asked, what are you plans to end this losing streak?

Jay Price: First off, I'm done pandering to the masses with all of the high flying bs that I've done in my first two matches. All that does is put my well being on the line in order to make them cheer. No more. I'm going back to what I know best and that's strictly mat work and submissions. And secondly, well let's just say that Trendkiller is going to be the first one to experience why I'm known as the South Street Menace.

Wallace Coleman: And what exactly does that mean?

Jay Price: Don't ask questions that you don't want to know the answers to.

Wallace Coleman: But I do want to know the answer.

Jay Price: No you don't Wally. No you don't.

The scene fades to black with Price staring into the fire as Wallace studies him with a quizzical look on his face.