Suddenly, out of nowhere, a nicely-painted Chevy pickup with a 9" lift comes tearing through the streets. The glasspack muffler drowns out any other sound as the truck's engine runs at high RPM, and the truck comes to a skidding stop when the light turns to red. The camera focuses on the two men inside the truck. One of them wearing an old, worn-out, black hat. The other with a flat-top hair cut and a very intense look on his face. Then, the audio tunes in.
Driver: I am so glad I put the money and the wrench time into this truck. I don't regret a minute of it!
Passenger: I don't blame ya. This truck could probably out-run and out-pull any other truck in the tri-state area!
Driver: Damned right it could! At least I'd hope it could after I dumped ten grand into it.
Passenger: Shoot... if ten grand didn't do it, then I don't know what will!
Driver: I just wish we could find that damn arena. We're gonna lose if we don't show.
Passenger: No doubt. But I dunno... I hear that the guys we're facing are pretty bad.
Driver: It don't matter. If we don't show, we lose. Simple as that.
The passenger then lifts a small object up into view. The camera zooms in and comes to find out that it is a 9 volt battery. The passenger stares at it for a moment, then licks the terminals.
Passenger: Ahh, that feels better.
Driver: You really need help, you know that?
Passenger: Yeah, you're probably right. But at least I don't have an obsession with nuts, you sick f*ck.
Driver: Yeah, well... uhm..
The driver hammers on the gas just after the light turns green. The truck once again tears down the street as the scene fades to black. TO BE CONTINUED...