The picture opens up to a small little town. Spring begins to bloom, while an elderly couple walks from a small grocery store. The post office is quite busy at this hour and in a few more, the restaurant across from the post office will be the busy place. Outside the post office, sits a parked 2003 Ford Thunderbird, glistening in the sun. Inside, stands Smokin Joe Seward with a stack of letters. Joe places some change in a stamp machine as he looks around. After getting his stamps, he walks over to a small table and begins to place the stamps on his stack of letters.

Joe stands directly in front of the postmasters office. The postmaster looks up from his work and notices Smokin Joe Seward

The postmaster stands and walks out of his office.

Postmaster - Hey. Hey I know you.

Joe looks up from his stack of letters.

Postmaster - Your Smokin Joe Seward of the UWA. Man I watch all the time.

Joe - Well it be good to hear that.

Postmaster - So, it is not an act.

Joe - What?

Postmaster - Your speech?

Joe - Nope! Despite what them rumors says. Ive had me this speech problem since I was just a little feller.

Postmaster - I cant believe you are standing in this post office.

Joe - Im makin my way to Stranglehold.

Postmaster - So how does it feel to hold the Hardcore Title? Oh Im sorry I shouldnt ask.

Joe lets out a chuckle as he places a stamp on one of his letters.

Joe - Yous fine. Ask what ya wish.

Postmaster - The Hardcore Title! How does it feel?

Joe - Awesome!

Postmaster - Do you think you will be held as high as Spark Anderson?

Joe freezes as he puts a deep gaze on his face. His hand, holding a stamp, is suspended in mid air.

Postmaster - Sorry, I

Joe - No I think ya asked a good question now here. Sparky Anderson?

Joe stands, still frozen

Postmaster - My favorite wrestler of all time. But youre a close second.

Joe - Ya know Sparky be almost untouchable.

Joe goes back to placing the stamps on his letters, looking a little more comfortable now.

Postmaster - He is like a role model for you hardcore guys.

Joe - Yes sir that he be. Sparky Anderson once dominated the hardcore ranks of the great UWA. Now, sorry ta say, he be unable at walk. Wrastlin practically destroyed the guy once and for all. That be the price ya pay to be hardcore!

Postmaster - They say Rilo is the true Hardcore King.

Joe finishes with his stack of letter as he begins to speak.

Joe - Rilo is the hardest opponent I ever faced here in the UWA. Darn he is tough. Callin him the Hardcore King, it truly fittin for his style. The guy never stays down. That be why he is greater than ol Joe in many aspects.

Postmaster - Oh give yourself some credit.

Joe - Yeah I guess I should.

Postmaster - Hey how about Mikey Hell ?

Joe - Hes a little crazy. Ive done some wild stuff in my day, but nothin compared ta Mikey Hell. Heck the guy is the definition of hardcore. Sometimes, I wonder in the guy even feels any pain, ya know what I mean?

Postmaster - How about Shadow? Youve faced him before?

Joe - Yeah and let me tells ya, I never did beat him. I must say I learned me lots about hardcore wrastlin' from fightin' him. Ta be honest with ya, he is one on them guys that just baffles me.

Postmaster - Yeah, wow, you've gone against some greats.

Joe - Yeah, and it don't matter if I won or lost, least I gots ta step in the ring with them. That be what really counts.

Postmaster - Well I won't take up any more of you time.

Joe - That be no problem.

Postmaster - I was wondering if you would give me an autograph?

Joe - You betcha!

The postmaster reaches into his shirt pocket for a piece of paper. Handing the paper to Joe, the postmaster gets one last thought.

Postmaster - I have one last question, if I may?

Joe - Yep.

Postmaster - Minds Eye? How are you going to beat Minds Eye. After everything that sick monster has donefish hooks, electric chair, the list of darkness goes on.

Joe - Ill beat him the same way I beat everybody else. With a one, a two, and a three. I aint got no game, I aint got no strategy. Alls I got is two fists and a Hardcore Title.an that be good enough for ol Joe. Now, what say your name friend? I need ta know who ta make this deal out ta.

Postmaster - Names Walter, but make it out to Wally!

Joe - Wally it be then now here!

Joe kindly gives Wally an autograph. They chat for a few more minutes before Joe heads out the door. Pausing at the hood of his T-Bird, Joe wonders to himself if he will one day be considered a UWA Hardcore Legend. With that thought in mind, Joe speeds off in his flashy Thunderbird.