We fade into a very dimly lit corridor inside a factory building. The only light in the building is provided by a huge hole in the wall. As dust swirls through the air the camera man begins to walk forward through the small spaced walk-way and into the main room of the factory. We see a huge sign marked "Rieth Moving and Storage." This factory must have been used to hold furniture for a moving company...however, there is no way the company is still in business because water damage has completely destroyed the furniture that is left in the building. There is moving pads that are half covering sofas... there is dressers missing drawers.... there is refirdgerators missing doors. This place has apparently be supseptible to vandalism for some time. As the camera man explores farther we find a man sitting indian style on a broken down couch. The camera man stops dead in his tracks as he steps in a huge puddle.... a raindrop falls on the 10,000 dollar camera lens.)

Camera Man: Jesus christ! Why do they always put ME on these stupid asignments.

(Apparently the camera man hadn't yet noticed Shadow sitting indian style on the couch because he jumps about ten feet in the air right about...oh, . . now.)

Shadow: Because you love it!

CM: AHHHH!

Shadow:Hahahaha! Welcome! To our home away from home!

CM: Uh...home away from home? You guys actually lived in this place

(Shadow hops up in one false swoop. He takes a few struts forward and points his index finger right into the lens and ultimately the camera man's fat mug.)

Shadow: LISTEN BUB! I'm giving you a little walk down memory lane. Now pay your respects to some legends and shut the trap!

(Just then REDRUM walks backward out of a big crate... He is dragging something. It's a..... A CASKET! REDRUM pulls the casket out of the crate and it comes crashing to the cold cement floor with a "thud." REDRUM continues the conversation for his demented brother....)

REDRUM: We didn't dwell here. BUT! This is where it all began. Our Fathers moving business. Our first jobs.... Our sanctuary after work. You see, while the other kids were out drinking, drugging, and being complete wastes to society... Shadow and I were in here imitating our favorite superstars. We were practicing our submissions... We were bashing each other over the skulls with steel chairs. We were powerbombing each other through splinter filled crates. So yes... Mr. Camera Man! This is our proverbial home away from home. Got a problem with it?

(No response.... Naturally.)

REDRUM: What do they pay you for anyways.

CM: Well, uh... To film these stupid interviews.

REDRUM: Exactly! So do your job and shut the f*ck up! MOVING ON! Okay, it seems a little past feud has restarted once again. It's awful funny that a meer month or two after I return to the ring... that we see the return of "Big" Davey Smalls and "Small" Willie Jones. You two are pretty smart aren't you? You had it ALL planned out. I know you two... you are both cowards. it's never one on one when it comes to you two... Well, what you didn't plan on was my brother Shadow's return. What you didn't plan on was the resurrection of the HELL'S REJECTS! What you didn't plan on.... WAS HELL! You see this sunday I am going to bring HELL down on you like never before. "Biggie!" I don't care if you bring your buddy right into the ring with you or not.... I already know the deal. You are a mutant on the lowest form... You can't even give your opponents respect and that's fine because unlike you, I can adapt.

I adapt to my surroundings. I adapt to my opponents. You are a brawlers. I am a hardcore icon! You come with the numbers. I come with an army! It may only be an army of two right now... but this. Ha! This my friend is a way of life. And that scares you. Do you know why it scares you Smalls? Because you know its true! You know that we have the experience... we have the talent... and we have the brains. You will be just a stepping stone in my career. Unlike you, I didn't return for no reason. I have some things I need to accomplish.

(REDRUM lets out a psychotic cackle as his brother takes the stage.)

Shadow: Ya' know. My brothers right. We have etched our names in the annuls of wrestling history in the past decade... now its time to show all the new blood what the HELL'S REJECTS are all about. And I have a message for you "Small" Willie Jones. I may not have a match this week in Buffalo... and I may not be ringside with "Mr. HOMICIDE" *Cough* Only 'cuz he doesn't want me too *cough* but... if you decide to get in the mix. Don't think I wont be out there before you can say "fried chicken" you little puts! I've mopped the canvas with you before and I will again.

REDRUM: Hahaha! Thanks brother.. but, honestly. It wont be necessary.

Shadow: heehehehe!.... I KNOW! But it sure as HELL will be fun!

REDRUM: Oh it will be more than fun!

(REDRUM walks over to the casket and the camera pans down. On the cover of the casket it reads "Big" Davey Smalls." He then lifts up the lid and we see a wax replica of the gangsta-fied superstar. He is wearing a plaid baseball cap and a foam wrestling title belt around his waste. REDRUM begins his eulogy.)

REDRUM: We are here today to pay our respects to a man that doesn't even know the meaning of respect. A man that loves fried chicken and...

Shadow: DILDOS!

REDRUM: Ahem..... yes... And applesauce.

Shadow: Dildos and applesauce?

REDRUM: Don't look at me man. He's the freak!

Shadow: If anyone here has any kind words to say about the deceased...would you please share with us now?

(Fade to a long pause of silence and then uncontrollable psychotic laughter.)