(The picture opens up in a small tavern. It is pretty much empty except for a few servers. Off in the corner sits Joe, polishing off a burger, fries, and MGD.)
Joe - Can't a man eat in peace now? Holy smokes! I'll be right with ya here in a sec!
(Joe takes the last bite of his hamburger, washing it down with a swig of beer. He takes out his Ashton cigars and lights up. Joe takes a few puffs before setting the Hardocre Title on the table.)
Joe - Well, Rilo has this idea now here bout playin' mind games. Would somebody tell ol' Joe what these so called mind games is? I'm sorry, I'm an old fool! I don't understand mind games!
(Joe puffs and takes another sip of beer)
Joe - I think your tryin' ta scare me now Rilo! I think your tryin' to use your darkness ta get ol' Joe ta back down! Honestly, that kinda stuff don't work on me! I gots respect for ya Rilo. I mean you gots what it takes ta be the greatest wrastler ever. Forget these mind games, Rilo, yous a champ all by you self!
(Joe puffs some more on his Ashton)
Joe - Actually Rilo as I see it you is the best Hardcore Champ ever. However your time in the lime light is fadin'! There is a new sheriff in hardcore town! His name...Smokin' Joe Seward!
(Joe finishes off his beer with a final gulp)
Joe - Oh yeah, Rilo I see yous gots a buddy there. Now that's all fine, but let's just keep this between you and me! Just Rilo and Smokin' Joe. In the end only one will stand, so let's take this hardcore divison ta the next damn level! That be all I gots ta say now here! Waiter, another MGD now here please!
(The picture fades as Joe sips away on a full MGD)
