Captain:Attention passangers, this is flight 701 out of Newark. We will be arriving In Los Angeles in about ten minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing.

Justin..

Hardcore Justin:No... Not now.. Please no..

I know you can hear me Justin. Woulden't it be great if this plane went down and everyone on board died Justin? Including you, you worthless bastard?

Hardcore Justin:Shut up... Please shut up..

The person next to Justin stares at him.

Guy:Hey man, you okay?

Tell him to fucking mind his buisness.

Justin nods and looks out the window again. He puts his hands on his head.

Now Justin.. Going to Los Angeles huh? Gonna lose and prove to everyone your a faliure? Ha Ha Ha.. Justin's a fucking faliure. Everyone is going to walk all over your after you lose to Billy Dee. Your going to get mocked everyday.. Go on Justin, save your self the embaresment.. Just don't show up.. Quit.. DO IT!!

Hardcore Justin:SHUT UP!! SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! I'll fucking kill you!!!

The guy next to him jumps out of his seat as security taze Justin. Justin continues to scream as he then passes out. The sound of a Bell wakes Justin up. It is his alarm clock. He is in his hotel room in Los Angeles. He looks at the clock. 4 PM. Justin gets up shakily and rubs his eyes.

Hardcore Justin:Just a dream.. God.. What the hell is wrong with me?

Justin reaches over and takes his pack of cigarettes from the night stand. He lights up a cigarette and shakilly takes a drag. His hand shakes uncontrolably as he gets up and looks out of the window. He looks over the city and continues to take drags of his cigarette.

Hardcore Justin:Dammit.. It seemed so real.. I don't know whats wrong with me..

There is a knock at Justin's door. Justin goes to answer it and in walks Floyd, Justin's teacher and wrestling legend. Floyd is wearing a pair of Black jean shorts and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. he wears black combat boots on his feet. He takes his sunglasses off and walks in.

Floyd:Hey kid. What the hell happened on that plane? I heard you flipped out and they had to put you down.. What the fuck is wrong with you Justin?

Justin stares at Floyd with a look of disbelief.

Hardcore Justin:That really happened? What the hell.. Floyd.. I thought that was a dream.. I just woke up.. What is going on?

Floyd:They drugged you to calm you down. They told me that they would have side effects like this. Loss of memory and shit like that.

Justin puts his cigarette out and sits on the bed. He rubs his head with his hands.

Floyd:Listen kid i told them i was your doctor and i would take care of you. I basically bull shitted them to letting you go. You owe me one kid.

Hardcore Justin:Floyd.. The voices have gotten worse man.. I used to be able to just drown them out.. But i can't do that anymore.. I'm unstable man.. I.. I.. Can't take it anymore. They haunt me every single day.. They won't leave me alone..

Justin looks up and notices the walls starting to bleed. Justin gets up from the bed and Floyd's head is on fire.

Hardcore Justin:Dude.. Your head is on fire!! What the fuck is happening?

Floyd's hand turns into a huge claw. Floyd picks up his claw and charges at Justin. The scene shifts. Justin is laying on the floor. He wakes up from the floor and notices he is in the hotel. It is now 8 at night. He looks beside him and notices a roach clip. He then looks up.

Hardcore Justin:Bastard.. Must have laced my weed with something.. I hate this dealers in California..

Justin gets up from the floor and turns the tv on. He is watching the TNT Recap show. He watches Billy Dee's promo. He turns the tv off.

Hardcore Justin:Okay Billy, lets make this one quick. My head is pounding and i still don't know what the hell is going on. Now before the walls start to bleed again, i want to say this. I hope you enjoyed your dinner the other night, Hey i heard Tide gets those stains out real good. As far as this This whole Cult thing you got going on, where your going to convert the entire roster.. Whatever man. It doesen't scare me. The bottom line is this. You won't defeat me. You may keep telling yourself that, maybe the spirits of the dead or whatever the hell your into is telling you, but come on.. You better train and be ready for our match sunday. You damn right i am ready to fight. And i will defeat you, and i will pull you right out of that world title hunt. So you better put your damn Oujui Board away, or whatever your doing. Because whoever your contacting, it aint going to help you in beating me.

Justin:So go ahead, bring all of your dark spirits or whoever your contacting and bring them to the match. Hell, bring Elvis if you happen to contact him. I'd like to meet him. Billy, like i said before, you shall serve as the final step into TNT. And once i beat you, i shall get my world title shot eventually. And i will prove it to everyone. And finally shut these damn voices up.. Now if you'll excuse me, i have to kick that dealers ass..

Justin picks himself up from the bed and puts his jacket on. He walks out of the room and The scene fades into the TNT Logo.