(The picture opens over an open interstate. The sun is beginning to set, causing barrage of orange, red, and purple to flood the sky. The camera follows the lines of the interstate until they catch up with a yellow 03 Ford Thunderbird.)

(In the drivers seat, dressed in a black suit, red tie, and sunglasses, sits one Smokin' Joe Seward. The top of the T-Bird is down, allowing Joe to take in the free open road.)

(Thoughts of Stranglehold pass through the mind of the former Hardcore Champion, yes, tonight, Joe's mind rests on Johnny Rotten and Ten Minute Major.)

(Through Joe's mind passes one Johnny Ringo. The former UWA Hardcore Champion puts trust into Ringo, believing he will make a fine and honest tag team partner.)

(Several more miles of thoughts pass through Joe's head, everything from past, present, and future. Finally, Joe decides to give his brain a rest, by pulling off to get some gas.)

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(Like any other convenience store in the book, Phil's Mimi Mart has all the essentials from gas to soda.)

(The pump clicks off at twenty)

(Now the sun has nearly disappeared over the horizon, leaving only a small trace of the purple, orange, and red that once dominated the sky.)

(Joe enters the gas station, taking off his sunglasses and placing them into his suit coat pocket. The former UWA Hardcore Champion proceeds up to the counter with a twenty.)

Joe - Twenty.

Clerk - Joe.....Joe Seward?

Joe - You gots it man!

Clerk - Oh man, I can't believe it, Joe Seward, here! Damn, no way!

Joe - It be me, no substitutes now!

Clerk - I hope you rock the house against Rotten and Ten Minute Major! I hope you show them you're the boss.

(Joe laughs)

Joe - Naw, I gots ta be careful, ya know, both Major and Rotten be tough. I got ta keep my head in the match if I want ta get the W. But, Ill try the best I can ta.....rock the house as ya put it.

Clerk - Man your gonna have Ringo on your side too. Damn, you guys can't lose.

Joe - I sure hope ya right son.

Clerk - I hate at ask, but I may never see you again!Could I get an autograph?

Joe - What kinda wrastler would I be if I said no?

(Joe takes a pen from his suit coat pocket and signs the young clerk an autograph.)

Clerk - Thanks so much man! You rock! I'm so glad you stopped......I mean what are the odds in a place like this.

Joe - Stranger things have happened ol' boy.....tell your friends I be greatest Hardcore Champion that ever walked......and ya take care now here!

Clerk - Yes sir!

(With that, Joe exits the convenience store, walking back to his Thunderbird. Now that the sun has completely faded, Joe feels a second round of thoughts comming on......but this next series of thoughts will be covered by the convertible top of Joe's T-Bird.)