Fresh Air....
:: Fade in slow into the parking lot as a white truck pulls up::
:: Two guards in white shirts pop out of the truck::
:: Camera's catch the side of the truck "Black Water Mental Clinc”::
Guard 1: Is Mr. Andrew Medina around, just need him to sign this release and this guy is all yours.
Event Staff: Yeah, he's coming keep you boots on.
:: Andrew Medina make his way into the parking lot::
Medina; Yeah, what do I have to sign?
Guard 2: You sure you want us to put him in your custody?
Medina: Yes, I discussed this on the phone where’s the damn papers?
:: Guard 2 hands Medina a clipboard with paperwork on it::
Guard 1: Opening the emergency lock.
Guard 2: Ok, Sign here and here Mr. Medina.
Medina: Ok here ::Medina hands him back the papers:: Now open this thing up.
:: Guard 1 opens the door as a ramp slides down, Guard 2 goes inside the back of the truck as he rolls out a body on a dolly, the body held tight in a straight jacket::
Guard 1: Ok take off the muzzle.
:: Guard 2 carefully removes the muzzle off the man as the man opens his eyes slowly::
Man: That was a bumpy ride. Guys, you need to learn how to drive.
:: Guard 1 Raises his nightstick::
Guard 1: Shut your mouth! Take off the jacket for we can get out of here.
:: Guard 2 undoes all the chains and the straight jacket holding the man to the dolly::
Medina: John Doe?
:: Doe's eyes turn to Medina::
Doe: Yeah?
Medina: Is that your real name?
Doe: I don't know my real name, excuse me for second.
:: Doe gets up from the dolly and stretches, Doe looks at the Guards and hit one with a crushing clothesline. The other guard rushes toward Doe, Doe slams on a harsh Shoulder Block::
:: The Guards lay there in pain holding their chests as Doe smiles then turns to Medina::
Medina: Hey! Don't lay a finger on me damnit!
:: Doe starts walk ing Medina out of the parking lot::
Doe: Now would I lay a finger on you?
Medina: thats the scary part...I don't know.
:: Medina and Doe walk out of the parking lot and down the hall::
Medina: Now, I see you can wrestle, where did you learn that from?
Doe: Well, I use to watch NWL in the nut house, so when I was in confinement, well all I did
was practice.
Medina: Against?
Doe: What you mean against?
:: Medina looks around annoyed::
Medina: Who did you practice against?!?
Doe: No one, just went over moves against the air and in my mind.
Medina: Well I'm going to give you a match.
Doe: Yeah, well why did you get me?
Medina: Heard about you from a friend, said you took out 12 guards just using wrestling moves, thought it be fun to what you can do.
Doe: Oh, so I’m here just to humor you?
:: Medina shakes his head::
Medina: No John, your here to entertain.
:: Medina stops in front of a locker room::
Medina: This is your locker room, I think you will find it much more relaxing than your little padded cell.
Doe: Yeah, anything’s better than that.
:: Medina walks Doe into the locker room then looks at the lineup::
Medina: Well, looks here like you will be facing Derek Graham.
Doe: Good, maybe he will be nice enough to let me win.
:: Medina rolls his eyes again and heads towards the door::
Doe: Hey Medina!
:: Medina turns around his face a little red::
Medina: Its Mr. Medina to you and what is it?
Doe: Thanks for getting me out of there, I'll give you a match that you won't forget and Graham won't forget.
:: Medina nods::
Medina: Nice to hear, I have business to attend to.
:: Medina walks out the door as Doe smiles. Camera zooms on his face::
Doe: Oh don't worry I'll give Graham a match.
:: Camera's stay on John Doe's face as droplets of foam fall from his mouth::
:: Fade out::