{The scene opens up with a shot of a tall, dark looking man walking down the streets of Chicago, IL. It's cold and dark outside, people are hiding in their houses, trying to escape the possible dangers that are waiting outside. The man doesn't seem to care. He has long dark hair, tied together behind his head. He is wearing a black coat, almost reaching down to the ground. This 6'7" monster is none other than the man who beat El Gordo on Tuesday, it's the Italian Stallion, fighting for the Cosa Nostra, it's Signore Balzaretti.}

{He slowly walks down the streets, hands in his pockets, obviously trying to find an answer to an for us unknown question. His mind seems to be somewhere up there in the skies, looking for clues and hints to answer this question. What is he asking himself, you want to know? Well, it's hard to say, but it involves the word WHY.}

{Why what?}

{He keeps on walking down the streets, passing a locked video games store. His eyes quickly wander over what he can see in the windows, but his mind is still set on something else, somewhere else. A young guy, maybe 25 years old walks past him, but Signore has a different idea. He quickly turns around and follows the young man. We can see that the boy knows that he's being followed by a rather big dark man who doesn't look very friendly, so he speeds up, trying to increase the number of steps he does per minute, but Balzaretti keeps up with him, in fact he evens comes closer by the second. Suddenly the first man stops and so does Balzaretti. The man turns around, he looks like a random guy, nothig special about him. He has a rather afraid look in his eyes, but he takes his entire courage and walks up to Balzaretti. The Italian monster just stares at him.}

Man: [in a shaking voice] What do you want from me?

Balzaretti: [with his thick Italian accent] Give me an answer.

Man: [looks rather confused] An answer?

Balzaretti: You heard me.

Man: [still looking very puzzled] What is the question?

Balzaretti: [looking at the sky] The question is... why?

Man: [looks at the sky as well] Why what? What is up there?

Balzaretti: [revealing a tatoo on his right arm] Why? She was only 23 years old.

{We zoom in on the tatoo. It's is a big red heart the size of golf ball with the name Alessandra in black letters written across it. His eyes search for the sky again and the man begins to understand.}

Man: [almost whispering] Your wife?

{Balzaretti nods his head. He covers the tatoo again and then looks back at the man. His eyes show a deep sadness, very new to the character of the tough and rough monster that he pretends to be.}

Man: [still very calm and almost not audible] The ways of the Lord are not always easy to understand.

Balzaretti: What is your name?

Man: Friends call me Freddy.

Balzaretti: You're a good man, Freddy, but I still don't understand why he had to take her away from me. [his voice gets a bit more shaky] She meanst a lot to me.

Freddy: I believe you. But there's no point in keeping on mourning. Your life goes on, with or without her.

Balzaretti: I can't go on like this.

Freddy: [suddenly becoming more curious] Say, aren't you one of these professional wrestlers?

Balzaretti: I'm not a wrestler. [in a strong tone] I beat people up!

Freddy: [getting friendlier] Yeah, but you work for this wrestling organisation, don't you?

Balzaretti: Yes.

Freddy: I think I know you.

Balzaretti: Good. But that doesn't help me at all.

Freddy: [letting out his newfound confidence and trying to impress the big man] You're the Italian guy, you have a big match this week, don't you?

Balzaretti: True.

Freddy: I've been a long time fan of the HWA, I ca only wish you the best of luck, you're up against some tough opponents.

Balzaretti: My toughest opponent is [looking up to the sky again] Him. He hurt me.

Freddy: Let me invite you for a coffee, maybe I can help you.

Balzaretti: Espresso, per favore.

Freddy: No prob. [he puts his arm around the back of the Italian and tries to persuade him to go with him] I know a nice Italian place just round the corner.

Balzaretti: [looking at Freddy with a very angry look, motioning for him to take his hands off his back] Sure.

{The scene fades out with Signore Balzaretti walking away with his new 'friend'. His motions still show that he is deeply hurt, but somehow he seems to have found enough confidence to be able to BEAT PEOPLE UP this Friday at Fear!}