Justin.. Justin.. Can you hear me? Just listen to me..

Justin's eyes open, but he doesen't say a word. He stares blankly at the celing, apearing to be in a trance.

What did i tell you Justin? You are nothing. You didn't defeat Billy Dee. You are a big joke in TNT. Hardcore Champion? It means nothing Justin. Look at you Justin. Your a wreck. You've been drinking and smoking yourself to death the past few days. You should have just listened to me. I told you you woulden't defeat Billy Dee. And what happened? You didn't. And you made a big fool of yourself. Justin, you are nothing. NOTHING!!

Justin's eyes are still open, but he still does not say a word. He continues to stare blankly at the ceiling. He still doesen't move from his spot from the floor.

You still don't get it do you Justin? Why make a fool of yourself any further? You've already proved to everyone in the TNT that you aren't world title material. You coulden't even put away Billy Dee. What does that say about you Justin? It means you will always be stuck in the hardcore title divison. Nothing more than a street fighter. You have to rely on weapons to win. Justin.. You piece of garbage. No wonder Emily called you a loser. Because thats what you are Justin.. A loser. Nothing more than that. Nothing more than a Hardcore Champion.

Justin contiues to stare at the ceiling. No other movement in his body. A tear begins to form in his eye. It rolls down the side of his face.

Now what Justin? Your going to cry? You fucking baby. Go ahead cry you son of a bitch. Your such a bitch Justin. You know that? This is why no one takes you seriously Justin. Because you cry your damn eyes out. You think TNT is going to give you a world title shot now that your crying and you've lost to Billy Dee? For god sakes Justin, they don't care about you. They have you fighting Andrea Williams next week for fucks sake. What does that say about you?

Tears begin to pour from Justin's eyes. He still doesen't move. Still staring up at the ceiling, with no emotions.

Hardcore match no less Justin. What does that say? Are they saying you need your toys to defeat a woman? Are they saying the only way you can win is with weapons? Justin, you thought you were embarrassed losing to Billy Dee? Oh i can't wait untill you lose to Andrea Williams. Justin.. You fucking loser.. Your nothing.. YOU ARE SHIT!! YOU HEAR ME!! YOUR SHUT JUSTIN!! You will never be anything more than a hardcore champion.. You..

Hardcore Justin:ARAGHHHHHH!!!!

Justin finally sits up from the floor. He wipes the tears from his eyes, and struggles to his feet. He uses the couch next to him for leverage. He appears to be dizzy. He then puts his hand on his head, and then runs into the bathroom. The camrea remains in the living room, and the sound of Justin throwing up can be heard.

a few minutes later...

Justin is seen sitting on the couch, watching TV, almost in a trance like state. He has the remote in his hand. His blond hair is all messed up, with red stains in his hair here and there. The apartment is trashed. He puts his feet up on the coffee table. There is a knock at his door. In walks Cole Matthews, from the TNT. He looks around at the apartment.

Cole:What the hell happened here? Justin? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Justin doesen't say a word, as he stares at Cole. He cracks open another beer, and chugs it down. Justin still appears to be very intoxicated. Cole walks over to Justin and sits down on the couch. Justin still doesen't say a word, chugging his beer, and smoking a cigarette.

Cole:Well Justin, obviously your upset about losing to Billy Dee... I just wanted to come down here and talk to you..

Justin says nothing, as he still contiues to drink and watch Tv. He doesn't even look up at Cole Matthews. He just stares into the tv, with a blank, almost morbid stare.

Cole:Well i wanted to come by and get a few words on your match this sunday With Andrea Williams.. Some thoughts?

Again, the same blank stare from Justin. He chugs the rest of his beer down and throws the can across the room, paying no attention to Cole Matthews sitting next to him.

Cole:Look Justin, what the hell is wrong with you? I'm just trying to come down here and do my fucking job. Why won't you say anything? What is wrong with you?

Justin finally looks over at Cole Matthews, with a sick, sadistic look on his face. He finally opens his mouth and begins to speak.

Hardcore Justin:What's wrong with me Cole? Why don't you tell me? Maybe it's the fact that every day i hear these god damn voices that won't leave me alone. Or maybe its the fact that growing up, my mother said i was a faliure, and growing up without any friends. Growing up with no friends, just enemies. Being mocked every day. Still getting picked on to this day. Being driven to the point that i feel like my head is going to explode. Being told that I was a faliure, a mistake, and above all a loser by everyone. Or is the fact this? That all of this stuff that i keep hearing from everybody.. It might be true? Where this week i'll be placed in a match with a woman? a woman named Andrea Williams? and the match is a fucking Hardcore match? Is that what it's down to Cole? Is it down to me fighting a woman? Are they saying i need all of these fucking weapons? Am i cursed to be just another "Hardcore" wrestler out there? Am i really just a fucking loser Cole? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK I AM COLE? BECAUSE EVERYONE SEEMS TO THINK THAT I AM!!

Cole:Justin.. You really need to calm down.. I never called you a loser..

Hardcore Justin:Yeah.. But i know you were thinking it.. you don't have to lie about it. Go ahead Cole, call me a loser.. Because i'm starting to think i am..

Cole:Look Justin, everyone loses matches. It was a close match, he barely even beat you. I woulden't get so worked up if i were you.

Hardcore Justin:A loss is a loss Cole. I'm trying to prove myself here, trying to get some fucking recognition. And i get nothing. I get a fucking match with Andrea Williams Next week, opening match up, hardcore match. What is that Cole? I go from fighting Billy Dee one week to fighting some woman next week? But, if they want me to play ball.. i will. I will Cole.. And i will bring my toys with me. Because i will finally get some damn recognition.

Justin opens up a drawer in the coffee table and pulls out his staple gun. He twirls it around on his finger.

Cole Matthews:You can't be serious.. Justin.. You sick bastard.. Why would you bring that staple gun to the ring again? Remember what you did to Sean O' Callaghan with that? Why would you do that to a woman?

Hardcore Justin:To prove a point Cole. I didn't make this match.. I didn't want this match to happen. But if it's going to happen, then so be it. It just happens to be a hardcore match. She knows what she is getting into. And i can't be held responsible for what i do. I can't lose this match, so i am going to do whatever i have to do to get the job done.. And besides.. My mother was never around to give me the whole.. "don't hit a girl shit.." So i don't know any better right? Sunday is when Hardcore Justin gets back on the horse and wins his match. And i will show all of those idiots in the locker room that i still am World champion material. And i will not rest untill i have that World title around my waist. This is how things are.. Andrea.. Get ready.. I'm sorry for what i'm going to do.. But you know how it is.. It's just buisness. You knew what you were getting into before you even came here. Andrea.. Start believing in god.. because he is the only one that can save you..

The camrea fades as Justin is seen getting up from the couch. The scene then fades into the TNT logo.