Clerk:Hey Justin. Hell of a match on Sunday. You've become quite the celebrity around here.

Hardcore Justin:So i've heard. Pack of Newport.

The clerk reaches up and takes down a pack of newport. Justin takes his wallet out and pays the guy. He takes the cigarettes off of the counter and starts packing them in. He takes one out.

Clerk:Hey good luck Sunday Justin. I'll be watching.

Justin nods and exits the store. He lights up the cigarette as soon as he gets out of the store. A light rain begins to fall. Justin starts walking back to his house. The scene fades..

5 minutes later..

Justin is seen sitting at a table in studio apartment. The room is semi clean, with a beat up old leather couch in the middle of the room. There is a TV in front of it. There is fine, white carpeting in the room. The walls are decorated with different kinds of posters, many of bands he likes. Others with marijuana related posters. He is sitting at the table with a cigarette in his mouth. He sits there playing his acoustic guitar. He starts playing the riff to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams".

Justin...

Justin begins playing louder.

Justin.. I know you can hear me.

Hardcore Justin:Shut up!!

Justin! Your nothing but a faliure.. You always have been. Your a waste of fucking space.. End it now! You know you want to!

Hardcore Justin:Fuck you!! Stop it!! Stop it now!!

Justin screams at the top of his lungs and throws his guitar across the room. It shatters. He starts to bang his head against the table.

You can't shut me up Justin! You fucking failure! You piece of shit! You think winning the Hardcore title is making any difference? You actually think your going to be successful!! Your own mother called you a faliure! Your nothing Justin a waste of fucking space! End it now! Put yourself out of your own misery! Do it! Do it fucker!

Hardcore Justin:Shut up! Get out of my head!! I'm not a faliure!! I'm not!!

Who are you trying to convince Justin? You are a faliure. Your nothing. Everything you've done in your life.. Fucking kill yourself now! NOW!!

Hardcore Justin:Shut up!!

Justin continues to bang his head against the table. His wound on his head opens up again, and blood starts pouring from his cut. He collapses to the floor.

Later.. Justin opens his eyes. He sits up and stands up from the floor. He looks over at his shattered guitar. He puts his hand on his head. His hand is covered in blood. He mutters something under his breath and goes into his kitchen. He takes a towel and puts it on his head. He sits on the couch and turns the tv on.

Hardcore Justin:Why can't you just leave me alone?

There is a knock at Justins door.

Hardcore Justin:Come in. It's open.

In walks TNT interviewer Cole Matthews. He wears a pair of blue jeans, and a TNT shirt. He is wearing a plain black leather jacket. He walks over to the chair and sits down.

Cole Matthews:What the hell happened to you?

Hardcore Justin:Long story. Let's just say i had a fight with myself. Destroyed my damn guitar too. That was a nice one.

Cole Matthews:O....kay. Well Justin i was in the neighborhood and wanted to come by and see your apartment. Nice. Well I'm sure you saw Billy Dee's latest promo for your match on Sunday. I'm looking forward to this match.

Justin is seen taking out his stash of weed. He takes out his pack of Ez-widers from his pocket. He starts breaking up the weed, not taking his eyes off of it.

Hardcore Justin:Yeah, i saw his promo. Well Billy, going to church. Thats great. Billy, do you seriously think all of this cult crap or whatever the hell your into is scaring me or something? Your going to convert everyone? What the hell does that mean? Your going to beat me? Listen Billy, i've told you this before. You will not defeat me. See i will finally prove to everyone on that damn roster i am World title material. You may think your ready for that World title shot, but you aren't. Once i humilate you on Sunday, i shall be one step closer to that title. No one shall stop me. And i can finally shut these fucking voices up. They haunt me every day Billy. You don't know what i go through everyday. You don't know the torment. You don't know the sadness. You don't know the anger. Billy.. You just don't know.

Justin rolls up the joint and lights it. He takes a huge hit and exhales. Cole looks at him.

Hardcore Justin:You want a hit of this?

Cole Matthews:No, i can't. Besides i don't do drugs. Damn, is everyone on the damn roster pot heads? Between you and Cundiff, my god, how do you keep your jobs?

Justin just laughs and Cole continues to talk. Justin takes another few hits. he coughs a little.

Cole Matthews:Well Justin you will have to work hard to defeat Billy Dee this week. He did have one hell of a match with Nicky Mills. He defeated him in a bloody one. You sound really positive that your going to beat him.

Hardcore Justin:Don't start with this shit. You were the one that told me i wasn't going to beat Xander Kross, but i did. And where the hell is he now? He hasn't even opened up his mouth after losing to me. So don't get me started Cole. I'm sick and tired of all of these people counting me out. I'm sick and tired of being tormented everyday. How much more do i have to prove myself? I guess winning The hardcore title wasn't proof enough. Billy dee, i will defeat you. I guarantee it. And when i do.. All of you.. Will respect me.. And you will shut up once and for all.

Cole Matthews:Well okay Justin, good luck in your match with Billy Dee. I'll be leaving then i guess. Got to catch my flight to california. You flying out tommorow?

Hardcore Justin:Yeah.

Matthews gets up and leaves. Justin is left in the room, flipping through channels.

Hardcore Justin:I will win.. I will prove everyone wrong. I will. I'm sick of being pushed aside.. No more!! No more! I'm going to prove to everyone. And make these damn voices shut up once and for fucking all.. Billy dee.. You will serve as my final step into this federation. I will be recognized after i defeat you. You can't ignore me forever.. You just can't..

Justin is then seen finishing up his joint. The scene fades.....