Career Record:
9-3-0
TNT Record:
2-0-0
Master of puppets i'm pulling your strings...
The scene opens up in a hotel room somewhere. It is about 48 hours after Mayhem. The room is well furnished, a king sized bed in the middle of the room. A nice sized TV lays in the corner. A desk is in the other corner. Hardcore Justin is seen comming out of the bathroom. He is wearing a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of ripped Jeans. He has a flannel shirt tied to his waist. He sits on the bed. He picks his shoes up from the floor. He begins putting his beat up old Converse all-stars on his feet. He gets up and picks up his duffel bag. He begins putting his gear in there. There is a knock on the door.
Justin sighs as he goes to open the door. He unlocks the door. A man is seen standing there. He has short blond hair, brown eyes. He is much older than Justin. He wears a pair of black jeans, and a Black leather trench coat. He has a Ozzy Shirt on underneath.
Guy:So this is where you've been. I thought you dropped of the face of the earth kid.
Hardcore Justin:Jesus christ. Would you look at this bastard. Floyd. I haven't seen you in a year.
Floyd:I saw you on TNT a couple weeks ago fighting some guy named Macintosh Rogers. Decided to come down here and see you. After LWA closed down i haven't seen you. Where the hell have you been all this time?
Justin continues to pack his stuff, still talking.
Hardcore Justin:I've been around. I wasn't going to even get back into wrestling. But I decided to give TNT a try. What about you? You doing anything right now?
Floyd:Besides just sitting at home smoking cigarettes and drinking beer? No. Justin, i'm 34 years old. I'm definatley not a kid anymore. I haven't been in any federations since The APW. I'm thinking about hanging it up.
Hardcore Justin:Well, that's up to you man. It's not like you need the money or anything man.
Floyd:Yeah, well you know i'm just bored nowadays. Retirement isn't all what it's cracked up to be. Who knows? You might see me again wrestling.
Hardcore Justin:Yeah. Well i gotta get out of here man, theres a house show i'm going to be interviewed at. I'll see you around Floyd.
Justin extends a hand and Floyd shakes it. The scene fades with Justin leaving the room.
The scene opens up over a TNT Houseshow. "Thoughtless" by KoRn blasts over the PA as Hardcore Justin comes out. Some cheer him, some boo him. Justin walks down the ramp, looking over the crowd. Camreas go off here and there. Justin makes it to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. He gets up, and asks for the mic. His music cuts and he raises the mic to his lips.
Hardcore Justin:In just five days i'll be fighting for the Hardcore title in TNT's up comming pay per view. The hardcore title is something i've always had some sort of bond with. The hardcore title has alot of hidden meanings to it. Alot of people think of it as a low-grade title. Alot of people think its not even a title worth fighting over. I'm going to prove them wrong. I'm going to show everyone sitting here, and everyone watching the Pay per view home, just what the meaning of Hardcore is.
Hardcore Justin:Before i get to my match this sunday i'm going to say a few other things. Xander Kross.. Yeah, i'm talking to you. Did i not tell everyone in TNT that i would defeat Mr. Kross? I slayed the giant, and i have proved myself enough to get myself a title shot. See Xander, no matter what you did, you could not put down a 175 pound punk. I hope your beating yourself up after losing to me. I hope the humilation has gotten underneath your skin. I hope it's festering like an open wound. Xander, i have a feeling we shall meet each other again. And once again, i will beat you like the dog you are. Now that that is out of the way, onto my match.
A small Justin chant is heard throughout the arena. Some boo it out. Justin waits for silence.
Hardcore Justin:I see many of you don't know whether to like me or hate me. Personally, i don't care either way. No one has ever mattered to me except me. If you want to cheer me, go ahead, if you boo me, oh well. Whatever.
The boos get louder, but some cheers are still heard.
Hardcore Justin:Okay. Well this sunday i will be facing the current champion Sean O' Callahan. Now, i was able to catch his match on Sunday. Sean, it seems your match ended in a draw. Both men were knocked out, yadda yadda yadda. I think that was a pathetic excuse for a match. A hardcore match no less. Sean, you are the hardcore champion? Don't make me laugh. That match was horrible. See you may be the reigning hardcore champion but your title reign all ends Sunday.
Hardcore Justin:See TNT has all been a walk in the park before i got here. Now that i have arrived, and i am 2-0 here, i'm going to turn this federation upside down. I'm going to take you into the world of Hardcore Justin. I'm going to show you my anger, i'm going to show you my pain. I'm going to inflict pain on you Sean. And you know what? I'm going to love every second of it. And i will take that strap you possess. I will slowly take over this federation. Piece by piece, brick, by brick Sean. And you Sean.. You are just another brick in the wall. Sean, be afraid.. Because what i'm going to do to you, oh it's not going to be pretty. I've just been fooling around, now, it's time to get serious..
Justin goes into his pocket and pulls out a staple gun. The crowd cheers.
Hardcore Justin:Take a good look at this Sean. This is my staple gun. Oh yeah.. I haven't used this baby since the LWA. And Sean, guess what? I'll be bringing this little baby to our match on sunday! And i'm going to staple your head in. I'm going to watch the blood flow from the open wound as i'm stapling you like a stack of papers. And you know what Sean? I'm going to enjoy it. Every.. single.. second of it.. Sean, get ready.. Start believing in god, because he's the only one that can save you..
"Thoughtless" Plays again as the crowd cheers as Justin leaves the ring. He looks over the crowd. He raises the staple gun in the air... The scene fades..
