Career Record:9-3-0
TNT Record:2-0-0
Father please forgive me for i know not what i do..
The scene opens up in Newark, NJ. It is a very cold night, about 10 degrees or so. It is about 7 at night, people are comming and going, comming home from work. The camrea pans around at all of the people going by. The camrea switches scenes to a dark alley way. The camrea comes into view at Hardcore Justin. He is sitting on a dumpster, smoking a cigarette. He is wearing his usuall attire, a pair of ripped blue jeans, a flannel jacket, with a plain white shirt underneath. He has a pair of old, beat up chuck taylors on his feet. He takes a final drag of his cigarette and throws it out. He looks up at the camrea. He clears his throat and starts to speak.
Hardcore Justin:In just two days, I will be traveling just a few miles to New York city. The worlds most famous arena. Madison square garden. So much history there. So many great events have taken place in that very arena. I've had the pleasure to wrestle there a few times. Now, i shall return there. I Shall return to take another bow. I'm talking about you, Sean O' Callaghan.
Justin jumps down from the dumpster and pulls out his staple gun. He twirls it around on his finger. He laughs and looks back into the camrea.
Hardcore Justin:I haven't forgotten about this. Yes Sean, i will staple your damn head in, and i will love every second of it. You see Sean, you know nothing about this. You are not worthy even to hold that title. You don't know anything do you? Don't know about Hardcore? This is a way of life Sean. However. Sean, you are right. "Hardcore" Wrestling really doesen't take much talent to do. Your right, anyone off the street is capable of holding the Hardcore title. I agree, someone shoulden't base their skills on Hardcore alone. However, there have been several Hardcore legends so to speak, Mick Foley, Terry Funk, Sabu, to name a few. But Sean, i can take you in a regular match any day. A plain, old wrestling match. But this week, it isn't a regular match, it just so happens that it is a hardcore match, and it just so happens that a hardcore match is my specialty. And Sean, I'll be happy to take that strap off of your shoulder.
Justin puts the staple gun back in his pocket, and zips up his jacket. He begins to walk out of the alley way, and down the street. He is still speaking.
Hardcore Justin:But let me tell you this. My goal here is not the Hardcore title. My sucess will not just stop at the Hardcore title. It is much more than that. If you think that i am just some Hardcore punk, think again. I am much more complicated than that. I will not stop untill i am World champion. I don't care who stands in my way, whether it be you, Jeremy Cundiff, Mike Wilson, it doesen't matter. I will over come. All my life i've been put down by people. All my life i am mocked by my inner demons. Voices in my head that won't go away. That won't shut up. Keep telling me to give up, to kill myself, I find myself sometimes thinking of ways to destroy myself, and Sean, i came up with some good ones. So don't think for one second that you know me. You don't Sean. You can't even begin to understand me. People think i'm just a loser, and maybe i am Sean, You could be right. I could never be World title material. I could always be stuck in this Hardcore title divison. But I'm going to try Sean. I'm going to try my hardest. And Sunday, i will bring everything i have to the table, and i will defeat you. I will take that title from you, and then i will go on to the next step.
Justin lights up another cigarette and starts to speak again. He exhales into the air.
Hardcore Justin:Sean, you bring whatever you have got to the table, bring all of your lucky charms, i don't mean the cereal either, bring all of your four leaf clovers and all that, because Sean you will not defeat me. I will bring what i have. And we shall see who the man is.. I'll see you Sunday Sean.
The scene fades as Justin continues walking down the street, puffing away on his cigarette.
