(Freeman is back in Harold's Bar drinking a Heineken and finishing up
watching interviews by Jackass and Big Lou. Brett Guillory walks in
and sits down on the bar stool beside Freeman for an interview. The
bartender comes up to Brett.)

Bartender: "What'll it be?"

Brett: "Ummm...Coors."

Bartender: "Yes, sir."

Brett: "Arial, after watching the last interview by Big Lou, it
seems as if he has a bone to pick with both you and Nebula. What are
your thoughts?"

Freeman: "This guy has been on hiatus ever since I've been here and
now he's gonna come back and tell me what fear is. Please, fool.
You ain't shit. That's obvious by the 'vacation' you've been on.
Nobody in this federation is scared of you anymore so your best bet
is actually getting in the ring and earning some respect instead of
telling people to watch their backs to try to scare respect into
them. Because, mother fucker, you can't scare me. Period."

Brett: "So if Big Lou ever put up a challenge, you wouldn't hesitate
in accepting?"

Freeman: "Not at all. He says I claim to deliver the Sum of all
Fears during my matches. Bitch, I don't claim to deliver nothing. I
DELIVER it. Ask any of my opponents. You'll know soon enough how it
feels to be on the other end of it."

Brett: "Next up, what are your thoughts on the 1 on 1 contest with
the Cajun Patriot at July Revolution?"

Freeman: "The Cajun Patriot scares me less than Big Lou, and thats a
tough thing to accomplish because Big Lou scares me 0. Cajun, I'm
gonna apologize ahead of time to all your friends who were looking
forward to coming to your victory crab boil. It ain't gonna take
place because you ain't gonna have a victory. However, if you change
it to a losing crab boil, I'll show up and have a glass of wine or
something with you after I crush your skull. Sound good?"

(Bartender brings over Brett's Coors.)

Brett: "Thanks."

(Brett takes a sip.)

Brett: "Now onto the battle royal for the Heavyweight title. The
oddsmakers in Vegas have declared you one of the favorites. Your
thoughts?"

Freeman: "I knew everybody in Vegas would be betting on me. I mean,
I have the athletic skills that it takes, obviously, but my brain
will be what ends up winning it for me. You have to be smart in
battle royals. Do things you normally wouldn't do. Make friends you
normally wouldn't make. Just watch. You'll see how it all goes
down. When I walk out of July Revolution on Sunday, I will be the
HWF Heavyweight Champion. And Brett, you'll be the first I'll let
interview me."

Brett: "Thanks for the offer. Anything else?"

Freeman: "Hood, I still haven't forgotten about the paid off refs
that cost me the Frenzy title, I will be after you on Sunday as I
will McNeal. You two better be ready for a fight when you walk in
the building. Nebula, I hope you win, and win in style. I'll be
rooting for you in the back. Jack Casse, if you think you are
knocking me out of the battle royal, you've got another thing
coming. You'll be the first guy I look to knock out. And Lou...once
again, just like beauty, fear is in the eye of the beholder. You
don't scare me. Bring it on, lil bitch. Mother fucker I told y'all."

Brett: "Thank you."

(FADE TO BLACK)