The scene opens sharpe with The Masked Cabana sitting at his desk. He is looking down towards a book, which was seen earlier as "The Masked KaBaNa'z Journal", while rocking back, and forth in his old wooden chair. The room looks like an old cabin, with pictures of "Masked" people, and animal heads, lying on the wall as trophies. He scratches the top of his, and chuckles for a moment, and then begins to write...
The last scene quickly fades, as another shoots in. This scene is showing different arena crowds, and different Legends faces...ThE MaSked CaBanA- Dear Journal... So many days has past since I have stepped into the squared circle. So many days have past his I have made a man bleed, and scream in the sight of his own horrible blood being wiped on the ring mat. I remember the arenas, those crowds that were so thirsty for blood. They would stand on there toes all the time I was in the ring, waiting for me to break the skin of a man open, and watch his wound turn into a puddle of cherry jello... Oh yes! How I miss those days. But what I miss most of all is my belt. The one which was stolen from me years ago. ... Oh.. But no journal. I cannot allow too put myslef back inside...
The scene quickly fades out, and back. Next, showing the inside of a rubber room. Fading in, out again, it shows images of a mental hospital. The room has a nicotine yellow wall, about large as a normal elementary school cafiteria. Numerous people walking around, with bars on the windows, and 2 guards viciously beating on mans near a corner. ThE MaSked CaBanA- Oh God! I cannot go back inside that place! I cannot let them hurt me again! I told them I was sane! I told them that my anxiety was gone! And that I would never hurt again... I told them that!... The scene then fades back to the masked face of Cabana. He grims with a confident smile, and his eyes turn black as night as he looks into the camera. ThE MaSked CaBanA- But they will not find out. They will not find out until it his too late. When the beatings begin, and the titles are in my possesion, it will then be too late. Have they not broken me down as they did, this would not happen, but now it is too late. You are sole responsible for why I was in their! You are sole responsible for the lives I almost took outside the ring! You are sole responsible for now the action I must take! You are sole responsible... For what must happen... The scene fades to logo...
