[The scene opens up in front of the double doors of the HWA Headquarters. As Grim leaves, a couple of news reports for multiple wrestling websites and magazine editorals try and get a interview of series after series of questions. Grim just ignores them as he pushes his way through the people. The couple, turns to many as Grim finds himself surrounded by a sea of humanity. As the TV continues to play this footage, it seems as if the people in the back truck have been tampering with the footage a bit. The footage rewinds and plays again for the couple of seconds that it was played and rewinds once again.]

[The camera pans backwards as far as it can go to see that the footage was being played on a home television. The home of the Reaper. A one room apartment. Grim sits on a couch that has springs popping out and the cushion and the stuffing half emptied from the pillows. From this one angle, all that appears to be in the room, is the relatively small television and the couch that has Grim sitting on it. The camera comes around and crouches down to look at Grim, in a upward positioning. Grim with his right hand yeilds the remote to the VCR connected to the television set. Grim continues to watch the same footage over and over. In the back of his mind, he begins pondering how could he attract so much attention with one little contract signing. The Reaper tosses the remote to the side on the couch and stands up. After running his hand from his forehead through his hair he turns off the power to the television. The camera turns and examines the room, seeing that the room is completely empty for the except of the television and the couch. The walls, peeling from the seams and the wood from the counters and cabinets cracking and termite infested. The cabinets are as plain as a lost desert in Texas, bare. There is a refridgerator but its not plugged in and the door sways open from the breeze. The breeze coming from the only two windows in the house. That are impossible to shut, seeing as they're both broken with holes, the one on the left almost completely shattered. The only protection Grim has from the cold weather coming through the windows is the dirty ripped curtain cloth, almost as thin as a piece of notebook paper. The wind overpowers it and blows in, just pushing the curtain out of its way seemingly. A gust of wind blows into the apartment as the camera turns to Grim, standing with his back to the camera and his face towards the windows. The wind blows his hair back as the big gust slams the cabinet doors shut creating a loud slamming noise. Grim turns around as the camera gets its first look at the man, up close in personal, instead of a far away view of him pushing his way through a pack of hungry beasts.]

[The man stands, motionless with his head down in shame. Why, is unknown. His hands rest in the pockets of his leather jacket as a he pulls a head band out and places it on his head, covering his ears and forhead areas. His long, brown curly hair, dangles over the head band and hangs down to about his shoulder length, parting in the middle and going down the back and the sides. The camera continues moving downward after starting at head position. The mans upper body looks finely built but covered up by a plain black-shirt with no advertisements shown on it. On top of that black t-shirt is a heavy leather jacket. His primary source for heat. Grim's tattered jacket leads down to his pants that are ripped with holes in them, along with pieces of thread hanging out. To finish off his attire, he wears some black boots, laced up to around just above his ankle. A loud crash is heard as the camera flies up to see what has happened, only to see Grim standing near the window, that has been broken even more by another stone. Grim kneels down and picks up the stone that was just tossed through his window. Grim looks at the ground covered in snow in Bridgeport, CT. The plows and traffic moving all but quickly. The angered drivers honk their owns trying to get onto the highway known as I-95. The honking echos throughout the enclosed corridor of the series of buildings that are broken down in this area. Other people, almost as low as Grim sit outside. The camera walks towards the window as Grim begins to stand up again rubbing the stone with his thumb as he holds it within the palm of his hand. His head turns with a blink of an eye as the camera looks out the window and past the fire escape to see a group of homeless people, are surrounding a garbage can, in which their only form of heat may just be that fire that is inside the barrel. They rub their hands and shiver, as if they were extremely cold, or so it looks from afar. The camera turns back to Grim as he drops the stone.]

[The camera angle changes and the slow motion effect hits as Grim drops the stone, almost in a disc, or frisbee shape. As the camera follows it, it begins picking up speed and then hits the floor. With a hard clunk, it bounces up and back down, until it has come to a solid stop. Grim's face turns pale as he watches the stone fall hard, chipping the wooden floor in his cheaply made apartment building.]

[The camera switches back to Grim's face. On his face is a look of disgust. Grim begins to walk away as camera stays still. Grim walks to the opposite wall far from the window, the camera and closer to a picture. A picture of the Reaper when he won his first championship in XWCF, the World Title, defeating Kain in a two outta three pinfalls match, finishing the match after delievering Reaper's Revenge, an Evenflow DDT onto a small landmine. Both men, covered in their own blood after the match. It could make the sickest man, sick. There was no other way to describe this act of injustice on the human body, as it was like a rag doll used by one another in that match. Ripped limb from limb. Grim stares at it. The camera begins walking as Grim pulls his right hand from his pocket and pulls down his trucker glove with his left hand. Grim glares at the picture for one last moment before striking it quickly, shattering the glass and watching it fall to the ground. The picture rests there. As the camera comes up even closer, the signature of the Reaper is written in his own blood from that match ... its dried and beginning to chip now, showing its age. Grim turns to the camera and looks for a moment, at his hand, cut a bit and bleeding some from the glass in the frame. Grim walks back to the window and points to the people outside around the garbage can, still trying to keep warm and points with anger as he begins talking.]

[Grim Reaper:] Can't you see? That was once me ... and everyone says that wrestling is every kid's dream. Well its not ... look at where he has gotten me. From there [Pointing out the window] to here! [Points to the ground of his apartment] What exactly does it get you? Nothing. A name? What is a name? Its simply a fake identity that you go under for you to actually get known and loved by people. It means nothing more then an extra headache for me. All the stress I had to endeavor throughout my life. Now you might be wondering ... why the hell am I doing it, if it sounds as if I am trashing it. Plain and simple ... I do this, so I can beat people to bloody pulps and not get arrested for it, hence me being the Hardcore Icon of this game. Several people in HWA run around, and call each other pointless names, to do what? Insult them? Haha. I laugh at them for attempting to insult one another. Insulting does nothing but start a bitter hatred. For me, I already hate everyone and have no allies. The joke man, Jason Hartnell, thinking he's a stand up comedian with some of his comments if he has any guts to insult the Reaper it wouldn't effect the beating he'll receive anyways because all the worthless beings on this planet all deserve severe punishment, and I guess I was here to distribute that punishment. [Grim slowly paces over towards the couch and television set again] One man that I have my eye on, has been that big biker, Ricky Payne. Do I fear him? Of course not, I don't believe anyone fears him. I know half the locker room is full of cowards, but this man has nothing intimidating about him. What does he do? Ride a tricycle to the ring while wearing a furcoat? Some fat guy that sits in the front row could do that, but instead after working at a gas station at minimum wage, he goes home to his trailor park. Ricky Payne ... YOU should be working at a gas station. Maybe you'll have more intimidation on your side with a little tag that has the name "Ricky" written on your shirt. Even if you don't, I'll still give ya an extra dollar for your hard work of pumping my gas. The petty difference that Hartnell and Payne have is nothing. It's nothing more than a simple shoulder bumping backstage. Their egos are so inflated that they can't stand being looked down by the other man. As I watched the Saturday event, on my television set. [Taps the television on the top of it] I took notice on NXS or NSX, whatever they wish to call themselves. They made Ricky look more of a man then any member of NXS will be. As he battled them four men, by himself, and then later that night, took one of them out, the same night even ... Jason Hartnell, what did he do? He beat some loser that didn't even deserve the title. Am I supposed to be impressed? Not at the least. Ricky Payne and Jason Hartnell, your petty fued needs to be placed aside, because I need one thing, and thats the Heavyweight Championship Title, in which neither one of you deserve.

[Grim turns away from the television set and walks over to where he had dropped the stone before. He begins kicking it with the toe of his black boot. It hits the wall, he repeats this several times as it continues to hit the wall. Grim turns back to the camera and glares into the lens. The Reaper motions for the camera to follow him as he walks towards the door leading out into the corridor of the apartment. He opens the door and points out the door while talking.]

[Grim Reaper:] Look out there ... thats where I grew up, during the winter I'd sleep in these hallways with other people, strangers ... but family at the sametime. We couldn't afford apartments, we were street rats. We were people very much like the entire roster of HWA. A pack of hungry cold rats. How does it relate to them? [Pauses and smirks for a moment] Everyone in HWA don't care about anyone else's well being, just for their own satisfaction. They're 'Hungry' for titles, money, and fame. Them not giving any sorrow makes them cold, cold hearted and cold blooded, much like the snakes they are. My chance to destory everyone, stab them in their cold hearts with a dagger. And because now that they're an animal ... running as prey and feeding on one another, then I guess this makes me the hunter. You might be thinking, I am not making any sense, but you see the only reason I am not making sense to any of you, is because you're feeble minds fail to comprehend it and you're afriad of what you don't understand. Your fear is what ... I ... feed on! But lets just [Grim looks around for a moment and sighs with imitation] maybe I can't start at the World Title scene and work my way around top. Maybe I'll have to start at the bottom, and the bottom gets no lower than North American Champion Kurt Stone. If you're anywhere underneath that, then you're pretty pathetic. Myself? Seeing as I stand nowhere at the moment, my ego isn't so huge that I take offense to being called pathetic. Actually, throughout my life, I've been called it all the time, so it won't take much to get used too.

[Grim offers to leave the apartment, making a move with his hands. The Reaper leaves his apartment through the doorway and steps down the hallway allowing the camera man to catch up. Grim walks back and shuts the door.]

[Grim Reaper:] Did your mother raise you in a barn?

[The reaper continues to the end of the hall where a set of stairs rest. As they continue down the steps, Grim keeps quiet. The camera stops on the floor below and looks around quickly seeing that the apartment of the Reaper actually seemed like it would fit here. The wood so dark of a color and peeling would think that it was charcoled in a fire years ago. The Reaper yells back at the camera man to hurry up as they reach the 1st Floor. Grim waits holding onto the stairway rail. The camera man comes walking down and Grim begins to speak again.]

[Grim Reaper:] I don't wanna waste much more of your time so let's get this done. [Glaring at the camera lens evily] This is a forwarning of all the wrestlers in HWA. I'm a human wrecking ball, a undestructable force in nature. Jason Hartnell ... Ricky Payne ... you two are nothing more then small stepping stones for myself, for I will even crush you will stepping on you. The basic fact of you defeating me is something you can laugh at. Jason Hartnell walks around with a piece of tin around his waist and thinks him along with his followers are big. Too bad you cannot handle what you cannot understand. To all of the HWA superstars you're all worthless beings. In the end, after I'm done with HWA ... it'll be simple that I've taught you all that your cocky ignorance [Smirking] is not ... NOT even close ... to being a virtue ...

[The camera stays locked on the Grim as he storms through the rickity door, swinging back and forth from the cold wind by it's rusted and tattered hinges. Grim walks outside and his breath can be seen as a fog of air comes out of his mouth. The camera slowly zooms out as Grim turns the corner and the camera loses sight of him. The screen fades to black.]