The scene opens up, near midnight in downtown Manhattan. Manhattan, a city full of dreams and promise, during the day that is. The night is a scene almost as different as right and wrong. Crime floods the streets, murder, suicide, drug use, it is all prominent in the large metropolis. We are taken to a dark alley, an area known to coincide with violence, fear, and anger. The darker it is, the harsher it is. Beyond this alley, a large door, a thick, redwood door. There is a slot in the door about eye level. A hand knocks on the door, everything seems to be going is slow motion. The knocks are loud, and eventually, the slot opens, a pair of firey red eyes looks through. The slot then slams shut, a few locks are turned, and the large redwood door creaks open ever so slowly. As the door opens, nothing can be seen but a faint dot that resembles a light, almost like a lamp without the shade, so to speak. The picture moves in, closing in on the light, and at the snap of a finger, lights flash on all over the place. There are two men standing face to face. There are people surrounding the two men, as if to humanly form a barrier around them. The men are fighting, fighting with their fists, carelessly, as if no defense is allowed to the men. One of the men falls to the ground, a right hand landing square on the temple of his head. Blood seeps from the ears, and the man closes his eyes for the last time. The other man stands there, rugged, tired, dreadfully tired. The man seems to be sobbing, but the man's face is blurred. Finally, the man turns to the camera, and screams!

Jakk wakes up, feeling a dripping from his head. Shocked, he dabs his fingers to realize that the drippings are none other than sweat from his night terror. Jakk sits up, he feet landing at the side of his bed. He rushes his fingers through his hair, and looks at his clock. The clock blinks 12:00 am, his power must have been shut off again. Jakk, tossing the clock back down, then stands and heads to the bathroom. He stands in front of the mirror, seeing an image that brings him dissatisfaction. He grabs at his shrubbery face, and brushes his teeth. Jakk looks out the bathroom window, peering into darkness. It must be at least 9:00 at night. This day is as ordinary as any other day, and on an ordinary day, Jakk is getting for work right now. Deciding not to shower, Jakk throws a wrinkled t-shirt on over his body. The word "Security", is printed across the back. Jakk locks his door and heads outside.

Location: Tease n' Please gentleman's club Time: 10:02 pm

Jakk arrives at the back door of the Tease n' Please gentleman's club, his place of employment, and knocks on the door twice.

Voice: Who is it'?

Jakk: It's Jakk, open the door Tony.

Tony: You were 'sposed to be here over 2 hours ago.

Jakk: Yeah, so I am a little late tonight, so why don't you do yourself a favor and open that door for me.

Tony: Do myself a favor!? Why don't you take your punk a** and find another job you lowlife.

Jakk: Tony, you must be in a pretty bad mood tonight, alright man, sorry. Bye.

The camera witnesses Jakk standing outside the door of the club. He stands there, motionless. He can hear someone slowly walking up to the door on the other side, then the noise stops. We switch camera's to see Tony with his ear up against the door of the club, listening for Jakk. A second later, bam, the door flies in, ripping from the wall, and falls on top of Tony. Jakk walks in, kicks the door to the side and looks down upon Tony.

Tony: Jakk, you a**hole, get the hell out of here. Sergio, Sergio!!!

Jakk: You messed with me on the wrong night Tony. This is a new day for me.

Tony: A new day for Jackie Manhattan, ha ha ha!! Your all washed up Jackie boy, all washed up. Sergio, get him.

A large man storms to the aide of Tony the club owner. He stands probably seven feet tall, and is built like a locomotive. He charges at Jakk, Jakk stares him down and waits for his move. Sergio takes a swing at Jakk, who evades the punch, and then grabs Sergio, executing his famous Manhattan Spike on the large Italian, slamming him on top of the busted door. Jakk stands up, and grabs Tony off the ground.

Jakk: It's over Tony, Manhattan's out.

Jakk stands at the head of Tony, reaches into his pocket, and drops a bag with white powder inside of it on top of the fat Italian man. The bag presumably contains narcotics. Jakk then turns around and leaves.

On his walk, Jakk thinks of all he has accomplished in his lifetime. The awards he has received, the accolades he has accomplished. Jakk smirks, a rarity to the Manhattan mauler to show any sort of emotion, and he continues walking. He thinks of his friends, be them good guys or bad guys, and he thinks to himself of all the people he has made proud in his lifetime. The only problem is, the past few years have been a void to the mauler. No achievements, no accolades, no friends. Rock bottom times for the manhattan mauler. We don't exactly know how Manhattan arrived down this road, or when he started on the path of ill-fated choices. But Jakk thinks to himself that if you can break it, you can fix it. It is time for the Manhattan mauler to fix it.

Jakk, on his walk, notices a young girl being approached by two men, both whom look like they have on thing on their minds, and it isn't good. Jakk stops for a second, watches the two men following her. Jakk decides to play a little reconnasiance. He creeps across the street and ducks behind a few trash cans. The two men finally approach the lady and Jakk listens to them.

Drunk: Hey baby are you from Nashville?

Girl: No.

Drunk: 'Cause your de only Ten-I-See!! Ha ha ha ah ha grumble. What's your name girlie.

Girl: I don't want to talk to you guys.

Drunk: Tell him yur name girlie, or we'll have ta force it out of ya.

One of the drunks grabs the girls arms, closing his hand tightly around it to prevent escape. The other drunk makes his way toward the girl as she tries to break away. She screams.

Drunk: Les jus make dis easy now girlie! Ha haha ha ahah grumble.

Jakk decides this has gone too far. He leaps from behind the cans, and charges the two drunks. He spears one of them down to the ground, their head hitting the curbside hard. The other one lets go of the girl and takes off down the street. Jakk chases after him and when he catches the drunk he pummels him to near death. Jakk gets up, the girl looks at him, he looks at her. She runs away. Jakk leaves the scene as he hears police sirens. On his escape, he heads into the nearest open business. It turns out to be a public tavern. Jakk gives another one of his rare smirks. If there has been one acquaintance he has made over the past couple of years, it is beer. Jakk strolls inside and has a seat at the bar. The place is a dump, it's main amentities being a television. Jakk orders up a beer and looks at the television. It is a late night wrestling report show.

Jakk: Must be the only thing on this late at night.

Bartender: Hey, your that wrestler Jakk aren't you. Yeah, it's you. You just look so, retired, now. Hey didn't you wrestle with that guy before?

The bartender points to the television. On the wrestling show, it is showing new and upcoming federations. Jakk looks to the television, and to his amazement, he sees his long time partner, Gambit. Jakk listens in.

Reporter: The Global Wrestling Alliance has been deemed an up and coming federation by the National Wrestling Wire, probably large in part to the recent signing of superstar Gambit. Gambit, whose claim to fame can while wrestling with Jakk Manhattan and his Union Jakks entourage, will begin wrestling for GWA starting as early as this week. Now we'll break for a commercial. Don't turn that dial!

Jakk puts his beer down, his face awestruck. His blood brother, Gambit, the newest member of an up and coming federation. What a chance for the Manhattan Mauler to turn things around. What a chance for the man from Manhattan to start fresh. Jakk looks at his beer, sets it down, and throws down a $20 dollar bill. He gets himself together and rushes out the door. The bartender turns to his friend.

Bartender: I told you that was Manhattan, I could see it in his eyes.