It's two months later. A different person is trying to reach The Man Without Fear.

That was an impressive showing against Vincent Cain.

Michelle always knows how to start a conversation. JC smirks.

He gave me a bigger beating than I thought he would, but I sent him packing from this place.

Don't send too many people away, I don't think the roster can take it.

I find it quite the coincidence that Josh Allen leaves after Phoenix brings me in to take him out. I guess he heard about me.

I'm curious as to how NLW will regroup, build it's roster and crown a new champion.

After what I've done in recent weeks, I think I should just be given the belt. It's not like any of the other "talent" can hold a candle to me.

Don't get too arrogant.

I'm serious. The roster consists of guys like Drake Munday, Ray Lopes and Ethan fucking Dashery. Oh but you have Nick James on the injured list, that should be a huge improvement.

Can the sarcasm for a minute, Joe. You've got a challenge from elsewhere.

What the hell are you talking about?

You heard me, Joe. I want to talk about the way we've been acting towards each other.

Two months ago, Eric tries to convince JC to reunite the family. It's a tough sell.

Now that it's not your job to stop me anymore you want to just let things go? You're willing to just forgive everything I've done to you?

Yes. Because we're brothers. Brothers fight and there was no permanent damage. We've fought before Joe, in BTW and ICW.

I get what you're saying, but who's to say that you won't try to stop me should the OWF ever come back? Or what about if I go elsewhere?

I think our bond should be more important than "what ifs". I think maybe you're still working for Johnson and this is a trap.

Wow, you're getting a little paranoid without working for "the biz", aren't you?

You stabbed me in the back. I have a right to be a little paranoid.

Someone had to knock some sense into you.

I get it. You think I was acting a little out of line. You clearly don't understand what I was doing and you never will. But...I guess since we are brothers, we should have a discussion.

That's more like it. Want to meet at the usual spot?

I don't see why not.

Well I know you don't care enough about the OWF to come back, but let me spell it out for you. CJ knows you have a job with NLW now. He's pulling out the fact you have the Tears title to force you to come back. He'll probably sue you otherwise.

That type of slimy politics is exactly what got the OWF closed to begin with. What, does he want me to give El Plaga another chance to lose?

No. He wants to fight you in an electrified steel cage match.

Well why didn't you say so? I'll gladly come back if it means I can put an end to that farce of a president.

The only thing I question is to why he'd want that match.

He probably put himself in the spot where GI would have been. I did challenge him at the last Addiction. But we all know how that ended up.

Yes. We do. I know you hate CJ, this would be the perfect opportunity to take him out for good.

And legally. I want to go scan the OWF Network to see if he's saying anything...but I'll definitely meet up with you in a couple of days. Tell them I accept, even if I didn't have a choice in the matter.

Well you did, but I imagine you don't want to get sued.

JC hangs up the phone and turns on the TV. The OWF Network had been nothing but static for weeks, and replays of old episodes of Addiction before that. JC got a notice from his cable provider stating it was about to be taken off the lineup in November. But now, there is something on and it's new. It's a presidential address.

JC's truck pulls into the driveway of the old family house and GI is already there.

I can't believe you moved out. At least no one's bought it yet.

The upkeep was more than I cared to deal with.

Okay, you've got me out here. Talk.

Well, we've been through a lot together. You tried to stab me in the leg, you had your lackeys shoot me with a fireball and you've made the wrestling world's last impression of me a joke.

And you've attacked me and impeded my work...even going as far as to team up with Greg Jackson and Chase Johnson to try and fail to get revenge.

I'm willing to let that slide if you are.

Funny thing about that. I consider what you did to me the bigger insult. Everything that happened afterward was just me going on the defensive.

Really? That's the stance you're taking? That's it's all my fault?

Everything was going just fine in OWF until you stuck yourself into matters that didn't concern you.

It's clear there is still some tension because their voices are starting to increase in volume. GI begins pacing.

Maybe I did that because I didn't like the fact my brother has turned into some kind of fucking psycho!

There you go, not understanding what it is I'm doing.

Okay, let me try to understand. You attempted to cripple or kill a man, you attacked a woman, you've ruined careers all in the name of some ideal wrestling company that only you want!

GI, I'd choose your next words carefully. I will not have you belittle my work like this.

You know what, this was a bad idea. Obviously there are still bad things between us and it's not going to get resolved by talking. Sorry to waste your time.

GI begins walking to his car. JC, perhaps feeling remorseful, moves over and puts a hand on his shoulder. GI spins around and gets in his face.

What do you think you're doing? Just forget about it!

Listen..

GI refuses to listen. He turns around and so JC decides to grab him and spin him around. GI's anger overflows and he resorts to shoving JC off of him. JC shoves back, and the brothers begin to scuffle. It's not the first time the brothers have fought on this property, but it may be the last. GI tries to punch JC, but JC ducks it and lifts his smaller brother up and shoves him down onto the car. JC tries a punch of his own but GI moves and JC's fist connects with the car. It dents the hood and a look of grimace and pain appears on JC's face.

FUCK!

As JC stops to hold his hand, wondering it maybe the force broke it, GI grabs him and throws him headfirst into the hood of the car. JC falls to the ground and his brother gets in a striking position and begins punching him. JC throws up his arms to defend himself and then shoves GI off onto the dirt. JC gets up and with all the force he can muster drives his leg into his brother's ribs. He holds an arm to his side and wipes blood away from his split lip. Unlike when he's in the ring, there's no finesse or cold, calculating strategy. It's just an unplanned brawl. GI tries to stand as he coughs and tries to regain his breath. JC ducks his head and charges, pushing GI against his truck with force.

JC is laughing at what he is seeing. Chase Johnson declares war on him, says that he's calm and ready. He thinks he has a chance. JC decides to pull out his own camcorder, which hasn't used in some time, to film a response to deliver to CJ.

It looks as though I was wrong. CJ isn't responsible for this little "reunion" that half of the previous roster has signed up for. He's not even in charge. So whoever signed this match, thank you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to end Chase Johnson once and for all. CJ is walking death row and he's about to get the state mandated two-thousand volts. Unfortunately for you I'm the man with the hand on the switch. These metaphors would be heavy-handed in a normal match, but since it's an electrified cage match, it feels appropriate. I have no clue what I'm in store for? You're a small man who sat behind a desk for years. I am still in active in-ring competition and am ready for anything. You? You're a former pencil-pusher that thinks a big in-ring return will amount to something. I'm here to be the bearer of bad news: it's not. You are nothing and this return will end with your smoldering carcass being sent to the hospital with your career of any kind being over. You'll be lucky to be able to eat solid foods.

You're not here for revenge? You're not here to hurt me? Bullshit. I removed several big, money-making names from your roster. I ended your run as OWF President. I took your dream, the company that you love away from you. I did that. Doesn't that upset you? I know it does. You know what else I did? I put you in the hospital for a long time. You're at a low place in your life right now because I made it possible. You're going to throw away your desire for revenge? I doubt it. Get angry, Johnson. Get angry because if you don't give in to your emotions, nothing will be able to save you. I've dreamed of destroying you for a long time. I will not throw wild boots, or be reckless. I will calmly and efficiently tear you apart. I will watch with glee as your flesh burns off the bone and sticks to the steel. For someone that claims to be smart as you do, you sure have not been able to prevent the tragedy that has become your life. Your own hubris will see you end. Your world is crumbling, and at Shock and Terror I will finish this once and for all.

I have nothing more to say to you, Johnson. After you let your paper champion Jesse Williams cheat and use people to keep his stranglehold on a belt he didn't deserve, he got control of the company for one night and caused it's downfall. The OWF will be forever looked at as joke because of the events you placed into effect while you were in charge and refused to take action. I stood up, I rebelled, I revolted. The revolution is at it's end, with the final disgrace of the former malevolent dictator. Like Hitler in his bunker, you have shot yourself in the head by agreeing to this match. I will end you. So say goodbye to everything you've ever worked for, because it's over.

JC turns off the tape and goes to his desk to grab an envelope. He hopes the package will arrive in time for the event.

GI sits in a hospital bed, his ribs being taped up by a nurse. A doctor is nearby showing him an X-ray, with two fractured ribs. JC walks in, his arm in a sling and sits down in a chair. He asks the doctors to leave. They do and GI looks at him with a black eye and a split cheek that has been stitched up. JC's hand is in a cast and he has two black eyes and a healing split lip. The two stare in silence for a few moments before JC begins to speak.

I think this is the worst fight we've ever had.

I think we needed this. Now we're talking.

Yeah but...do you really think it's going to be any different? I'm not going to change. I feel the way I feel about this industry. I will do what it takes to restore it to it's glory.

Maybe, but I'm through trying to stop you. I just don't care anymore. You're not worth it.

JC feels his stomach drop and the words from his brother hurt more than the hairline fracture in his hand.

So we're probably not going to be around each other for a while.

I don't know if we'll be anything but Christmas card relatives again.

You can't mean that.

Joe, you're not going to change, and I'm not going to stop disapproving. I don't know why this business has made you so bitter..maybe it was the two-year long absence from the neck injury. I don't know. But I don't agree with it and as long as you're an active competitor, I'm going to know that you're doing these things and it will pain me to see my brother acting this way. For my own sanity I just can't deal with it.

Then I guess I'll see you after I retire. You're my brother Eric. I do love you. You're the closest thing to a friend I have anymore.

You should think about that the next time you kick someone's face in because they don't share your viewpoint.

JC stands up, and without another word leaves the room. This family is broken. JC has nothing left to lose. He takes one last glance at his brother who has already turned away. He looks down at his broken hand and walks on to whatever the future may hold...