Fade in to a shot of the Old Courthouse in St. Louis, Missouri. As the camera zooms back Fusenshoff is seen sitting on the steps out in front of the building. He looks lost in thought and it’s several moments before he addresses the camera.
Fusenshoff: “What more is there to say, Jason? It seems we’ve been through this song and dance a hundred times now, doesn’t it? This is the home stretch, I guess. It’s come far too late for me.
“You forced your way into my life just over a year ago. Before that I had my wrestling career in EPW by the dingleberries. Somehow I let you crawl into my life and weigh me down. I can blame you all I want Jason, but the fact is that I didn’t take action when I should’ve. I gave you control without even seeing it happen.
“I came into this new lifestyle adamant about being uncommitted to everything but the matches. I withdrew myself from the squabbling and petty posturing that some prefer to partake in. As you well know, I was just looking for a release. I was looking for something to keep me occupied.
“You saw this clearer than anyone in EPW, Stalker. It’s one of those things only a man like you really notices. Like a blind man’s heightened senses, your lack of moral compass lead you to me.
“You saw a man reluctant to fight against the debauchery that comes with the territory of sports entertainment and you pounced like a cougar on a frat boy.
“Yet here we are full circle. The last few weeks you’ve watched me slowly change. You changed me… influenced me… just not the way you wanted or expected.
“You have control. You can make me do almost anything you want, but I’ve been fighting back using the loopholes. Suddenly your grip isn’t iron clad anymore and you see it…
Fusenshoff pulls out the flask and takes a sip, careful with his next words.
“I was surprised when you gave me this out. I can go back to square one, minding my own business with you out of my life completely. All I have to do is sign the line. You did it because I’m not who I once was. I’ve changed; pulled into this promenade of pretense to win the crowd and fan egos.
“Now you’re willing to flee over fight, to get out unscathed rather than test your own mettle.
“Still, your offer is enticing. I’ll have you out of my hair and I can start fresh. I can continue on the path I started and enjoy every moment of the challenge it promises. It’s almost too good to be true and all it takes is a signature to find out.
“Well I spent an entire year of my life waiting. I sat around and tried to anticipate your next move. I’d run scenarios over and over in my head for days. It was torture; it was deteriorating.
“It’s been sweet as the underbelly of hell returning the favor. I could get used to it.
“You might have my answer at Russian Roulette Reeves… or you might not. I won’t spoil the surprise."
Fade out as Fusenshoff can’t help but grin. He pulls out the flask and leans back on the steps of the Old Courthouse, pouring liquor down his throat as the scene fades.