*After the video ends, the scene opens up to an airport, where Jason Signs awaits his flight. He sits calmly, wearing gray sweatpants and a New Jersey Nets jersey. On his head he wears a New Jersey Devils hat, with the rim to the back, making it evident that he's from the Garden State.*

Signs: It's so close I can taste it. And after Wreckage when I regain my Anarchy Title, I'm gonna throw the biggest party ever at the Marriott. I'm talking champagne and nude bitches everywhere! And as I sit there with the Anarchy title slung over my shoulder while I'm drinking the finest, most expensive champagne, while getting a lap dance, your gonna be sitting at the Shack Inn, at the edge of your bed, which doesn't even have a sheet, if I may add, thinking about how you should of trained harder and and what you did wrong, while the attempts of suicide run through your mind. And then as soon as you think you've got it figured out, the fat, shirtless, manager of that ghetto ass motel is gonna come in, fucked up teeth and all, and ask you if you'd like the daily special. Then he's gonna proceed to turn off the lights, give the biggest YEE HAW! and the rest is history for you, my friend.

*Signs gets up as he hears that his flight is now boarding and chuckles to himself. He picks up his luggage as the scene fades. Moments pass as the scene then re opens inside the plane. Jason is shown sitting around a variety of group of people. We got the black gangster, who wears very baggy pants, a large tee that could be a skirt, and a do rag on his head. A mexican, who sports a pair of Dickies and a button up shirt with only the first, top button, buttoned. Under it he wears a white tee, as well as a net over his slick hair. He repeats the phrase "They call me mad dawg, esse" over and over. And on Jason's left sits a rather large white man. Shirt, a tad small as his belly shows. He sits in his seat with a big smile on his face as he finishes the remains of what used to be a bowl of ravioli.*

Signs: So Mad Dawg, how did you get your nickname?

Mad Dawg: They call me Mad Dawg because when I was younger I got into a lot of fights and always won. Growing up I had a bad temper, so it fits perfectly, amigo.

Black man: I know how yall mexicans is crazy, bruh. Yall mofuckas neva give up when in a fight. Especially dem mexican boxers, yo. They be getting hit like no otha, but never fall.

Mad Dawg: It's in our blood, esse. We keep coming at you until we kill or get killed.

White man: You know, one time I got into a fight when I was in elementary school. All I had to do was sit on the guy.

*Everyone except the white man laugh. He looks on and asks, "What?" with a confused look.

Signs: Nothin' man, nothin'.

Black man: Ey, by da way my name is Tyrell. I got locked up when I was 18 for robbery. I'm visiting my baby mama so we can discuss our future and what not.

Signs: Damn man..sorry about that. My name Jason Signs, nice to meet you, bro.

*The two shake hands*

White man: Oh, and my names Michael.

*Signs and Michael shake hands.*

Signs: Nice to meet you, man.

Mad Dawg: So what do you do for a living, Signs?

Signs: Well I'm a wrestler for the UWF, Ultimate Wrestling Federation. I'm actually on this flight because the next show is in Des Moines, at the Wells Fargo Arena. I'm fighting some dude who calls himself the "Cold hearted soldier" for the Anarchy title. If everything goes like it should, I should be the Anarchy Champion in no time.

Tyrell: Oh, no shit man? Dats coo.

Signs: Yup yup, yall should come check it out.

Tyrell: Oh fo'sho.

*The food cart passes by as big boy Michael grabs three different plates and proceeds to eat. As Michael, everyone else does their own thing. Signs leans his head over a bit and closes his eyes as the scene fades.*