Career Record:10-3-0
TNT Record:3-0-0
Current TNT Hardcore Champion
Where to bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly..
The scene opens up still in NYC, New York. It is now Tuesday, 2 days after Perhaps the greatest Pay Per View ever in the history of the TNT. January Damnation has came and gone. The scene shifts to a hotel bar. This is where many of the TNT Superstars spent their night after Damnation. The bar is empty, it is about 3 in the afternoon. The place doesen't get busy untill night time. The camrea comes into view with the Bartender. He is cleaning the bar area with a normal, white rag. In comes TNT's interviewer, Cole Matthews. He is wearing a plain pair of black slacks, a black button down TNT Shirt. He has a TNT baseball cap on his head. He looks around at the bar, and checks his watch.
Cole Matthews:Damn, he's late. What the hell?
Matthews walks up to the bar, and grabs a chair.
Bartender:What can i get you sir? Oh your that guy from TNT. I didn't know you guys were still in the hotel. I caught that Pay per view the other night. Great stuff. Great matches.
Cole Matthews:Yeah, it was a great night. All the matches were great. I think it was our best pay per view yet. I'm actually supposed to meet a TNT superstar here, the new hardcore champion. Hardcore Justin. You see him?
The bartender shakes his head.
Bartender:Hasn't been anyone in here all day. Your actually the first customer i've had. You gonna buy anything?
Cole Matthews:Jesus, your pushy. Fine i'll have a Corona.
The bartender nods and goes to the cooler. He takes a Corona out and takes the cap off. He slides it to Matthews. Matthews takes out his wallet and puts a five down on the counter. He sips his beer.
Cole Matthews:Keep the change.
The door opens, and in walks a battered and bruised Hardcore Justin. He is carrying his duffel bag with his gear. He wears a pair of black ripped jeans, a Pink Floyd shirt, and a pair of busted up converse all-stars on his feet. He is bandaged on his forehead. He puts his bag down near the bar and grabs a chair next to Matthews.
Bartender:Hey! Your Hardcore Justin! Loved your match with Sean O' Callaghan. Congradulations on winning the Hardcore title.
Hardcore Justin:Yeah, thanks. I'll have a Coors original.
The bartender nods and slides one to him. Justin puts some money on the counter. He takes a swig of it and Cole Matthews starts to talk.
Cole Matthews:Well Justin, congradulations on winning the hardcore title. I have to say that was a brutal match. You got set on fire, busted wide open, and you still came out on top.
Justin takes another swig of his beer and sets it down. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a pack of Newport. He lights one up and exhales into the air.
Hardcore Justin:Damn Sean O' Callaghan. He slammed me into that flaming table. Burned my favorite flannel jacket. Damn him.
Cole Matthews:Is that the only thing you care about?
Justin laughs and takes another drag of his cigarette.
Hardcore Justin:Yeah, pretty much. No matter. Yes Cole, it was a hell of a match, i agree. I had to be sent to the hospital afterwards for burns, and i had to get some stitches in my head. No big deal. Sean O' Callaghan It just wasn't his night. I took his title, and that's all. I told everyone once again that i would win, and once again i proved it. I told everyone that i was going to use the staple gun, and i did.
Cole Matthews:Yes, i saw that Justin. Sean O' Callaghan needed medical attention right away to stop the bleeding. You are indeed a sick individual.
Hardcore Justin:What makes me sick Cole? Is it sick to staple a mans head? Is that sick? Cole, you don't know where i've been. Let me tell you something about being "sick" and twisted". Growing up with a mother that called you a mistake, and a faliure.. That's sick Cole. Growing up with no father, father leaving after i was born. That's twisted Cole. Mocked by all of the other kids in school, mocked by everyone i've ever met. Failed at everything i have ever done in my life. Mocked everyday by the voices in my head. They tell me everyday, Justin, your a fucking failure. Your a goddamn fake. Now Cole.. That is sick.. That is twisted. Don't go judging me untill you know the truth. And Cole, you still don't know the truth.. And you never will.
Cole:O...kay.. Well Justin you have defeated Sean O' Callaghan and now This sunday you will be facing Billy Dee, a man who surived a helacious Street fight with Nicky Mills. Another grueling match up. He managed to pull off a victory.
Hardcore Justin:I agree Cole, it was a great match up. Billy Dee showed alot of guts. He defeated Nicky Mills. Billy, i applaud you for that. Very nice match up. But.. I am not Nicky Mills. Last time i checked, my name is Hardcore Justin. The new Hardcore champion. I had the chance of seeing your little promo on TV when i was leaving my room. I have my own comments.
Justin takes a few more drags of his cigarette and looks into the camrea. He puts out the cigarette.
Hardcore Justin:What kind of name is Billy Dee any way? You sound like an 80's singer or something. Never the less... I see you bitching and complaining that you beat Nicky Mills, and Nicky Mills is the one getting shots. And "I have to face Hardcore Justin.. What the hell?" Once again, i'm getting pushed aside like i'm nothing. And once again, i'm fine with that. I see i still haven't gotten to some people here in TNT. Which is fine. I have vowed that i will take over this federation. And slowly Billy, i am. People just don't know it yet. Billy, my record speaks for itself. 3-0. Yet to be defeated here. I am the TNT Hardcore champion. Billy, you remind me so much of the people that gave me shit in my life. Oh, it's just Justin. He's nothing. He's a loser. He's a waste of fucking life. And Billy.. I hated those people. I hated those people with a passion. I'm tormented everyday Billy by people like you. Tormented everyday by my past. What to do? Just sit back and take it? No. Not anymore. What i do is this. I keep my cool, and then i prove everyone wrong. Sooner or later Billy, I will make a statement.
Hardcore Justin:Sooner or later everyone in this federation will know my name. I will not be a mid carder anymore. I will be main eventing soon enough. That day isn't far off. No one is safe. Not you, not anyone. After i defeat you, and after i prove myself yet again, They will have no choice but to listen to what i have to say. I have been ignored long enough Billy. I have been mocked long enough. I have been casted aside long enough. I will not stand for it anymore. You thought you had a tough match with Nicky Mills? Well wait untill you face me. Billy, its going to be the fight of your life. And after i get the win, you will stare into my eyes and you will no longer mock me. That goes for everyone else in this federation. Like i said at Damnation. I am the diamond in the rough. I will not stop untill i hold that World heavyweight title in the air. I will get my shot soon enough.
Cole Matthews:Well Justin, strong words to Billy Dee. Good luck in your match.
Hardcore Justin:I won't be needing it Cole. I will defeat Billy Dee and be one step closer to achieving my goals. Oh and Billy.. Start believing in god. . because he is the only one that can save you now..
Justin finishes up his beer and picks his bag up. He walks out of the bar and the scene fades...
