One more down, two to go.

[The scene opens up to the sun shining down upon a park setting where a big party seems to be in full swing. The camera pans around, showing a mixed group of adults and children playing basketball on the basketball court, a bunch of tables set under a canopy where other people have gathered for food and drinks, a playground set with a sandbox where more kids are running around, while even more people are messing around the soccer/baseball field in the background.

This is Richardson Park, a full on park area set right down a hill from Richardson Elementary. The school, and the park, hold a lot of memories for the Tanner family; while Bryant didn't go to school here, his little brother and sister both did, and they all spent many a day hanging out at this park, which is why seemed the perfect place to Bryant and his wife Jenny to hold their twins sixth year birthday party.

The camera makes one last swing around the park before finding Bryant, standing in the area between the sandbox and the picnic tables playing frisbee with the birthday boy and girl. At the moment they are taking a break, Bryant is holding the frisbee in his hands as he talks with his two little munchkins about various things.]

Madison "Madi" Tanner: But daddy, why did the bad man attack you?

Bryant: Well sweety, the bad man's a-

Brandon: -Because the bad man's a douchebag!

[All eyes turn to one Brandon Young, "Uncle Brandon" to the little people, brother-in-law to Bryant as he walks into view eating a hotdog. Bryant's eyes go wide and he glares at Brandon.]

Bryant: Brandon!

Brandon: Oh c'mon, they aren't gonna-

Matthew "Matty" Tanner: What's a douchebag, daddy?

[Bryant shoots Brandon another glare before shaking his head.]

Bryant: It's a bad word, Matty. It's a word that daddy doesn't wanna hear either of you guys use, okay?

Madi: Okay, daddy!

Bryant: Good girl! Matty...?

[The youngest of the twins (by a few moments) looks between his sister, his dad, and his uncle, then grins before taking off running down the way anxious to try out his new word.]

Matty: Douchebag! Douchebag!

Bryant: ...

[...Bryant facepalms. Hard. Then he turns to Brandon with a look that would melt steel.]

Bryant: You. Fix this. Now!

Brandon: Aw, c'mon... It's not that big of a-

[Bryant cuts Brandon off, pointing towards where Matty ran off too, one of the picnic tables where Jenny and Brandon's wife/Bryant's little sister Kaycee Young (nee Tanner) are sitting and talking. Brandon's eyes bug out of his head.]

Matty: Hey mommy, guess what Uncle Brandon taug-

Brandon: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Brandon bolts after his nephew as Bryant just shakes his head. He turns from the soon-to-be-melee towards his daughter as she tugs on his pant pocket.]

Madi: Is Uncle Brandon gonna be awright?

[Bryant chuckles to himself.]

Bryant: I'm sure mommy won't hurt him too bad, he is family after all.

Madi: Yeah! Can I go play in tha sandbox?

Bryant: Course ya can, kiddo! This is your day! Just make sure Uncle Adrian and Auntie Rachel watch out for ya, kay?

Madi: 'Kay! Auntie Raaaaaaaaychel!

[Bryant outright laughs as Madi storms off to the sandbox, no doubt intent to drag her favorite aunt into whatever scheme her six year old brain can cook up this time. He watches her long enough to see her grab his sister-in-law's hands and pull her off away from his brother, her husband, to the ensuing mischief, then he shakes his head and starts walking around the park as he speaks to the viewers at home.]

Bryant: ...Kids, man. They're hilarious. Y'know what else is hilarious? The antics of one Chuck Matthews and Matt Rydell.

[Bryant stares at the camera for a moment.]

Bryant: Yeah, hilarious. Ha ha, funny. You guys sure got me. I'm used to this shit from Chuck. He wants me gone, I want his head on a silver platter, it's a mutual hatred. But you Matt...

You feel good right now? You feel happy with yourself right now? Think you're a big man, attacking me after the match I went through? After I pulled through your new buddy's interference not once, but TWICE and still managed to move in the Battle for the Briefcase, you jumped me. And now I'm supposed to be afraid of you?!

Not a chance, pal. I'm not afraid of guys who jump me from behind. If you're not MAN enough to hit me when I'm watching then you've already proven what type of man you are, Matt. That you're Chuck Matthews new crony just makes it worse. You wanna take me out? You wanna run me outta IWF?

Fucking come on and TRY IT!

[Bryant shouting attracts some attention from the people on the soccer field, but he just waves it off and continues on his way.]

Bryant: "Luck is for losers," huh? Well it's fitting then, because you're going to need all the luck you can get that I don't put you in a hospital should we meet in that ring. I'm done playing around with this issue between us, Chuck. If I have to destroy your flunky to prove my point, I will. I'm not really into hurting innocent bystanders, but if I have to then I have to. Because that's what you are Matt, you're not some badass Chuck brought in to destroy me and rule over IWF, you're an innocent bystander in a war between two vets, one too dumb to know when he's being played like a fiddle. And at this point in the game, that makes you open season.

And I've been a bit of a hunting nut in my day.

[A smirk crosses his face for a brief second.]

Bryant: But enough about those two for now. This little tournament just gets more and more interesting, doesn't it? Despite monumental interference, I beat Vinnie. Just like I said I would. And now... I'm one match away from being in the finals at Isolation.

Chad Mason! I have to sadly admit... I don't know much about you. You're a former world champion, cool. You beat Chuck Matthews, awesome. Maybe after the match you can give me some tips, heh. But it doesn't seem to me like you've done much HERE. Regardless, you're in the semi-finals so there has to be something to you. Damned if I know what though.

At any rate, Chad, come on down! You are the next contestant on the Price is Rig- I mean, The Bryant Tanner Comeback Tour!

Here's the thing Chad, when I joined IWF, I wasn't expecting to do much. I'm 10 years removed from active competition. I came here 'cause I wanted somewhere I could work out the kinks and see if I still could go. But now, that I am two matches from holding a briefcase that gives me not only booking power over the roster, but a guaranteed IWF Title shot? Yeah, you bet your ASS I'm in it to win it now!

I refuse to let an opportunity this big pass me by, even with certain... distractions... looming on the side. So while I may not know much about you Chad, you're going to know MORE than enough about me by the time this match is over! I guarantee it. I am first and foremost still a teacher.

It won't be good things you'll be learning though, I'm afraid. At Battle Grounds I'm going to teach a class on how to drop people on their heads until they stop getting back up for more, and you just jumped to the front of the line for test subjects. I promise I'll try not to send you to the hospital, but you're gonna be hurtin' for a good long while after this, you can be assured.

All I can really say to you, Chad, is let's go out there and have a ball. Bring me your all and I'll reward you with a glorious, if unsuccessful, match the likes you haven't seen since you faced Chuck in that Anything Goes match, probably!

Don't bring me your all and well... your funeral.

[He shrugs.]

Bryant: I'll see you at Battle Grounds, Chad. May the best man win.

So long as that man's me and all.

[A final grin, and then a fade.]