The scene fades into a small bar, somewhere in New York city. Inside the bar can be seen, and four men sit around a table in the back. Jimmy "Ace" Conway, Frankie DeVito, Joey Santoro, and Nicky Santoro. Nicky takes a sip of his martini and spits it out, all over the table.

Ace: Aww, Nicky look what you did. You got that martini all over the table. Come on now.

Frankie: Hey come on, you almost got that on me!

[ Nicky ]: Ah, shut up, I'm tellin you, this place can't make martinis. They taste like shit. Fuckin' tastes like I'm drinkin a glass of bleach or somethin, hey waitress, get this shit outta here.

A waitress comes over to the table and wipes up Nicky's drink, and takes away his glass. She leans over the table, and Nicky can't help but stare at her cleavage.

Joey: Hey, hey, hey, Nicky...

Nicky looks up at the waitress and takes her hand.

[ Nicky ]: Hey sugar. What you doin' later? Hows about me and you get together after you finish work?

The waitress looks down at Nicky and smiles

Waitress: Ok.

The waitress gives Nicky a look and slowly walks away.

Joey: Ah, come on Nicky, what about your wife? You have a family. I can't see why you wanna do stuff like this. I'm your kid brother, I gotta look out for you.

[ Nicky] : Hey, don't worry about it. You know I can take care of myself.

A tv is set up in the corner of the bar, mounted on the wall. A baseball game is on.

[ Nicky ]: Come on now, just watch the game.

Frankie: You know I got some money on this game.

[ Nicky ]: That's fuckin' great. Why the fuck should I care? Why don't you think before you fuckin' talk? Goddamn degenerate.

Ace: Hey take it easy Nicky. You are a little hot headed sometimes what's the matter with you?

[ Nicky ]: Oh, now I gotta answer to this fuck over here. (Points at Ace) What is this, a fuckin' interrogate Nicky hour? Shit.

Joey: What's wrong, you got somethin on your mind?

Nicky looks over at his kid brother Joey and gives him a look.

[ Nicky ]: Yea, well as a matter of fact I do. And what's it to you? Huh, what do my problems have to do with you?

Joey: Sorry, I just wanted to help. Why don't you tell me what's fuckin' bothering you.

[ Nicky ]: Alright. Down at World Wide Wrestling, I fuckin' beat the shit outta that little fuck Tommy Willer. My god that guy is the worst wrestler I have ever seen. I don't know that much about wrestling, but uh, trust me. This guy fuckin' sucks! First of all, he came out in a goddamn dress of some kind. I dunno, he's a fuckin crossdresser faggot for all I know. You know, I actually did not feel comfortable being that close to that guy. Well, anyway, So he cut this really bad promo. Which, by the way, I haven't quite figured out this guy's gimmick, but I think that he's supposed to be an iliterate, ignorant, confused, crossdresser. But, that story is for another day.

Nicky takes a sip of his glass of ice water.

[ Nicky ]: Ok, so as I was saying, this muddafucker Tommy Willer cut this dumb promo, that actually made himself look stupider, and challenges me. Can you believe that? He fuckin' challenged me and some other dumb fucks to some stupid kind of match, and when he tried to explain it in the promo, I couldn't understand what the hell he was trying to say. You know, this dumb fuck doesn't even make sense. He tries to explain something, and just fuckin dances around the point. He talks all stupid and shit. I can't take it. Oh shit he says that he's "gonna get me next time!" Well I'll tell you what you little prick', thre aint' gonna be a next time understand? I want no part of you. I want the Ringmaster Title, and you don't have shit to do with that, and pal, frankly, you never will, because you are never going to even win a match you fuckin' crossdresser.

Ace interupts.

Ace: Yea well sounds like you need to get yourself away from this guy.

[ Nicky ]: No shit Ace. So Tommy Willer, you little prick you, I don't accept your fuckin' challenge. Because frankly, I don't want anything to do with you. Yea that right. Nothing. I can't believe I am even wasting my time talking about you. You are nothing, and you will never be anything. Can you understand that? Huh? You fuck! You are shit. And you will never win a match here at World Wide Wrestling, nevermind beat me. I don't know what the fuck you were thinking. You must be on coke or some shit. You fuckin' degenerate. And another thing. I NEVER want to hear from you again. I really don't care if you fuckin' die tomorrow. Really. I want no part of you. End of story.

Frankie: Alright, well that seems reasonable. Hey Nicky, you want us to whack this guy? Tommy Willer.

[ Nicky ]: Nah, don't waste your fuckin' time. I got another thing to say.

Nicky takes another sip of his ice water as the three other guys sitting around the small table listen to Nicky and watch the baseball game on the small tv mounted to the wall.

[ Nicky ]: It's about the WWW Ringmaster Title. It's simple. I want it. I deserve it. Because, frankly, the current champion, The Falcon or whoever the fuck he is, it doesn't matter. Cause if I am correct, he isn't around to much these days. And it doesn't make sense to have a champion that isn't even fuckin' active. You know?

Ace: Yea, that makes sense. I mean I am by no means a wrestling expert, I limit myself to baseball, football, and basketball, but that's just me. But, yea Nicky, Nicky, you would be a great champion.

[ Nicky ]: Well thanks for your support Ace. I just need to get the World Wide Wrestling president to think so, and you know what I mean.

Frankie. (Chuckles) Yea.

The same waitress that came over earlier, walks over to the four men at the table.

Waitress: Boys, I hate to break the news to you, but we are closing in five minutes. So you're going to have to get going.

Ace: Well we were just about to leave anyway.

Ace, Franky, Joey, and Nicky get up and start to leave. But, the waitress grabs Nicky's arm and says,

Waitress: Not so fast... Big boy...

[ Nicky ]: Oh, ok, well I'll catch you boys later...

The other three men look at the waitress, then at Nicky and walk through the doors and out of the restuarant.

Joey: He's never gonna learn. Oh well, someday he will realize...

Scene fades out.