Its another hot, Texas day as cars pass by, and people rush past eachother. None of them care about eachother, or there safety - they only care about themselves. As a street light turns from red to green, cars drive by. Almost hitting a old man who was walking in the cross walk. The man raises and shakes his fist, in anger but moves fast as he trys to get off the busy road. Whats going on in this small town, that could get everyone in a frenzy? From his apartment, living room window alittle boy looks on, amazed at whats going on outside. In a different apartment, next door to the apartment with the little boy. Nas's "Hate Me Now" is blaring out from the CD player.

In the bedroom, Malakian lays on his bed. He has a pair of baggy blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. He is laying there, reading some sort of letter --

Yo! That is fucked up. Rent is coming up by 100 dollars? I have a damn family! Kinda,

Malakian throws the notice on his bed, and gets up. Malakian walks over to his bedroom window, as he looks out it -- he thinks. He begins to speak again.

They just dont wanna live with me.

Malakian walks out of the bedroom, into his living room picking up one more letter. Its from his agent, Malakian looks through it quickly, and for the first time - grins. He grabs some stuff, and heads out th door.

Malakian walks into a office, on the walls are pictures of a overweight Asian man, with his family. Malakain flashes a grin before sitting down in a chair. He is all alone in the office at this point and time. After about 5 minutes of waiting, the Fat Asian man from the pictures (Jimmy Kahn) walks into the room, he sits behind his desk as he begins to speak.

Mr. R. Malakian, right?

Yeah. Mr. Richard Malakian. Your the one who wanted ME to come HERE!

Yes. Yes. Sorry, I'm not feeling well today. Now, if I remeber correctly, you give me a application to send to wrestling federations, on your behalf am I right?

Yeah.

Yes. Well after sending the applications has I photocopied the one you gave me, to many different wrestling federations, I got a reply from one, and one only. This federation is called: Extreme Wrestling Federation, ran by Andrew Riddle and the General Manager Jesse Shively. But do you want this? The job pays good money, and your the first and only star they've signed so far and your they've got you booked for the mainevent for the first show. How do you like that, M?

Oh. I like that alot. EWF, better get ready because Malakian is here, and he is gonna kick some ass! Because unlike anyone else who might join Jimmy or "Mr. Kahn", I NEED the money. I have a son to help support and my ex-girlfriend isnt going to sit around waiting for the money, so call EWF up and tell them Malakian is on his way -- now!

Jimmy Kahn nods in agreement and in a understanding matter.. as the scene fades out