(The picture opens to Smokin' Joe Seward driving down the road in his 2003 Ford Thunderbird. He spots a rest stop and pulls off the interstate. Joe gets out of his Thunderbird and begins to admire the sunset. As Joe adjusts his tie, he turns towards the camera.)
Joe - Ya know I was nervous bout facin' Minds Eye an all.
(Joe leans against his T-bird. Looking off into the distance, Joe speaks.)
Joe - But now, I figure I stand a pretty good chance against ol' Minds Eye. Ya see being the UWA Hardcore Champion has learned me a thing or two. First, I know what I be capable of in that ring. And secondly, I know just how much darn pain I can handle. Not that I be bragin' but I can handle more than the average person.
(Joe reaches into his suit coat, takes out his Ashton Cigars, while still admiring the sunset.)
Joe - Ya see wrastlin' is a lot like a fine cigar ya see now here. A fine cigar is well made. A fine wrastler is well made also. Cept a wrastler be made by bumps and bruises, an a cigar be made by tobacco. Other than that, they be pretty much the same now here.
(Joe lights up, leaning against his Thunderbird, he takes a long puff.)
Joe - Now there be another fella I must address now here. He goes by the name Mystical Death, and he's one of dem darn creppy dudes. I mean heck, how many creepy dudes are there gonna be after my Hardcore Title?
(Joe puffs)
Joe - First I faced Shadow. He's creepy. Then Rilo, also a creepy dude. And now Minds Eye and Mystical Death, both be off the wall creepy. I must say, am I the only one in the UWA Hardcore division who gots some sanity now here? Sweet Merciful Lord!!
(Joe puffs)
Joe - Well anyway, Mystical Death and Minds Eye, the time for ol' Joe ain't up yet and it ain't never gonna be ya understand? The way I sees it, Smokin' Joe Seward is stayin' at the top of the UWA Hardcore ranks.
(Joe continues to puff his cigar as he hops into his Ford Thunderbird. The starting of the engine rings, just before Joe speeds off into the sunset.)
