Jason Craven is sitting at his desk in his office in the HWA building. He's looking through some papers when he hears a commotion coming from the corridor. He moves his chair back and rises to his feet, as he heads towards the door the commotion begins to get louder. He opens the door and walks out into the corridor where he sees a janitor yelling at a man in a suit, who looks scared to death.

Jason Craven: What's going on here?

The janitor turns his head to look at Jason and points the glass door.

Janitor: This prick just put his filthy hands all over the windows that I just cleaned!

Jason stands there for a moment and stares at the janitor. He's about six foot give or take a couple of inches, about two hundred - two fourty. A smile slowly comes across Jason's face.

Jason Craven: Could I see you in my office for a minute?

Jason turns around and walks back into his office. The janitor turns to face the man in the suit.

Janitor: You're lucky!

The janitor walks into Jason's office. Jason is sitting at his desk.

Jason Craven: Please, have a seat.

The janitor sits down, never taking his eyes off of Jason.

Jason Craven: What are you doing here?

Janitor: What?

Jason Craven: As a janitor, what are you doing as a janitor?

Janitor: It's a paycheck.

Jason Craven: Can't you find anything better?

Janitor: Most places won't hire you if you with visible piercings and tattoos.

Jason Craven: You've tried out for the HWA before.

Janitor: A few times.

Jason Craven: Why didn't you make it?

Janitor: They said I had anger management problems and that I should see a therapist.

Jason Craven: Did you?

Janitor: Did I what?

Jason Craven: Did you see a therapist?

Janitor: Hell no.

Jason Craven: Why not?

Janitor: Because fuck them, that's why.

Jason Craven: How would you like to wreslte for the HWA?

Janitor: You serious?

Jason Craven: Always.

Janitor: What the catch?

Jason Craven: You do what I say, when I say it. If I have a problem with someone, I can't personally do anything to them because of my position - but you can.

Janitor: So you just want me to hurt people?

Jason Craven: Precisely.

Janitor: I can definitely do that.

Jason Craven: Then you'll start Saturday in a match against Dylan Wolfe.

The janitor smiles.

Jason Craven: Now go reclean those windows.

The smile quickly vanishes as he slowly gets up and walks out of the office. Jason finishes looking through some of the papers before getting up and walking out of his office. He head out of the building and on his way out the door places his hand on the glass to open the door. The janitor's face fills with anger, but Jason doesn't look back to notice.

Janitor: Oh, I'll do your bidding for now - but you'll get yours soon enough.

The janitor sprays the window with a bottle of glass cleaner and begins to wipe the glass off.