[The scene opens up to a bar. The outside view has a big glass window in front that is blocked off by a black shade, not allowing anyone from the outside to view inside. The name of the bar blinks in lights atop the small building between a pizza service and on the other side a phone repair shop that has been closed down for a few years. The lights above the bar are fairly burnt out and only a few are lit in the darkness. The camera pans downward towards the doorway and begins to move closer. As the camera gets closer and closer to the bar they hear faints crys of joy and enjoyment from inside. The camera man opens the door and walks into the bar room.]

[Silence fills the room as everything stops and nothing is heard. As everyone in the bar, about ten to twenty people all turn and stare at the man with a huge camera over his shoulder. A biker speaks out.]

[Biker:] We've seen weirder ...

[The room fills with excitement again to what they were doing behind the camera man entered the bar. As the camera man walks in he passes by the counter where the majority of people are sitty. A few booth seats are in use too but the counter seems to be where everyone is. A pinball machine is heard in the background, producing just as much noise as the talking and noise from the drunks in the bar. The camera pans over with a swift suspensful noise being added. It turns from the counter to the back corner booth that seems to be deserted. But one man sits there. The man ... Grim Reaper. Grim sitting in the booth with his arms folded, away from the action with a half empty mug of beer sitting in front of him. Grim puts his head down and rest it in his folded arms on the table. The camera paces over towards the Reaper.]

[The camera gets closer and closer and as they do Grim lays motionless. A few moments later he begins to make sudden noises and grunts while moving his head within his folded arms. It almost seems as if he's having a bad nightmare. The camera gets closer and continues rolling film. Grim pokes his head up a bit and glares to see who it is. Grim notices the camera man and lets out a semi-quiet sigh that almost fills the room. The smell of tobacco and beer stains the walls of the room, maybe forever. Grim sits up with his famous leather jacket on him. He wears his old merchandise from years before underneath the jacket. As he sits up ... his eyes look glazed over and blurry since he had his eyes closed for a while. Grim begins to rub his eyes with a fist and in circluar motion. Grim grabs the mug of beer and takes a sip of it. He places it back down on the table and then looks around before speaking into the camera. Grim finishes looking and then glares into the camera lens with a puzzled expression on his face and a curious sounding voice.]

[Grim Reaper:] Why am I here? What am I doing? Oh ... I know what I'm doing here. I'm preparing. For what you ask? For this Saturday. It seems as if my request hasn't gone unheard and the booking committee of HWA decided to give me the match I demanded and a match that basically is my envoriment. A hardcore match. Now since Punisher is seemingly showing how hardcore he is hanging out with a old man whos bones are just seemingly about to break, I decided to do some preparing myself. As you can tell, me drinking beer isn't the best way of preparing for a Hardcore battle. But I have some ideas, so I crawled back to my roots and begins viewing my old tapes of hardcore matches. I happened to get a few ideas and Punisher, the fact of the matter is, you're gunna have to find a new way of training because I'm not no old man, nor am I going to hit you over the head gently with a stop sign. No my friend, infact I believe I just might crush your skull all together. If you don't know what I'm saying here's an example of some training you need to do ...

[Grim looks at the mug of beer. He lifts it up and glares into the glass, reflecting his face through the other end, all distorted and whatnot. Grim looks at the camera and glares into it stalling for a minute. Grim then smashes the glass mug over his skull. The shattering of glass is struck throughout the entire room and everyone pauses. They all turn and look at Grim, whom is standing solemly in front of everyone. His hair, damp from beer and dripping down off the ends of his hair and dripping onto his forehead. Small pieces of glass rest in his hair as most of it falls to the ground. Grim stands motionless with no expressions. The bartender then hells at the Reaper about the mess he made.]

[Bartender:] Hey you dumb idiot, you cost me one mug ... get the hell outta my bar!

[With the bartender furious, Grim basically ignores him and continues standing there. The bartender then motions to two big guys, one black man, and the other a white. The two men grabs Grim by his arms and begin to drag himself, Grim not helping at all. The camera scene switches to the back door of the bar. The alley in back in dark as night, the only source of light is the dim street light thats above. The back door swings open and Grim comes flying out and straight into metal trash cans as a stacked bag of garbage falls down almost landing on Grim. The men dust their hands off and walk back inside slamming the door shut. The camera comes over to Grim who sits up against the metal trash cans. Grim speaks.]

[Grim Reaper:] Punisher, that was an example of hardcore. Punisher, that is just a small sample of what I can actually do ... or how much I can take. Can you feel how cold this trash can is? [Rubs his fingers how the metal trash can behind him] It's cold as something ... as my heart maybe. The bitter winds have been striking it for ages, but all it does is get colder and colder. Laugh if you must, but this trash can and myself have alot in common, you see ... Throughout my life, people have insulted me and told me I was nothing and never would be nothing. But as they did that, not only did they make me more angry then I already was, but you see, my hatred grew larger. I now despies every single person, and I'm bitter cold inside, must like this trash can, and the winds blowing against it are just the remarks made over time. So do you actually think a trash can will effect me, Punisher? Haha, even though I can relate to it, it doesn't mean its my weakness, or even turn the tables a bit. But Saturday, Punisher, you shall be my bitch for I will prove to you and the entire world that you cannot defeat me in a match I was singly born in. No ... you're just ... as they say on the streets ... a 'Poser'. You intimidate me to the least ... you're like a bug on my palm. You just claim you're hardcore because you want to, I dunno, give me a sort of chill in fear? Well if that's it, tell me now and I can have the hardcore match cancelled if you don't think you've become man enough to even attempt to it. Nevertheless, Punisher you shall get crushed within the palm of my hand, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it neither ...

[Grim begins pacing down the alley way slowly, heading out the front of the bar again where the street lies as well. Grim walks slowly. With his head down it begins turning back and forth staring at the ground looking for more weapons to introduce to Punisher befores he really gets to know them. Grim notices behind the piles of trash lined down the alley there is a chainlink fence. Grim grasp his hand through the wiring as if he were a bird clinching onto it's prey. Grim begins speaking while still holding the fence.]

[Grim Reaper:] Chainlink fencing ... the exact material that ended my brothers career before it actually got started. One of the most brutal matches I had ever witness ... a steel cage match. Now you're thinking to yourself, what could be soo brutal about that. Well you see, not only was it a regular steel cage, but this cage happened to have been wrapped in barbwire along with hooked up with electrical currents running through the metal bars. But now you're thinking it's still not something you could completely turn a stomach upside down for ... but what rested in the middle of the ring was a barbwire ladder that was almost as tall as the cage itself. The world title from XCW hung above, just above the ladder. What happened? My brother, Chris Cool, was battling The Beast and had a chainsaw dropped on his leg, cutting an extreme wound in his left leg. As blood poured out, the medical team had to bandage him up by request of Cool. Now don't get me wrong, this was before the match actually started inside the steel cage. This happened in the entrance way. Now Chris was on the ground after begin pushed off the ladder and into the chain link fencing with all the diasters on it. Beast was climbing and Chris pulled out a tazer and shocked Beast on the ladder. Quite a surprise to everyone in the arena seeing as Chris took the most helliacious beating maybe ever witnessed. Cool climbed the ladder and so did Beast, both men hung onto the title as they fell. Chris didn't let go, until Beast and him began a tug of war with the belt. Beast pulled Chris in suddenly and hit his snap over DDT move that seemingly knocked Chris unconscience and he released the grasp he had on the title. As I watched at home, I was shocked. I never had witnessed such hardcore material in my life. I felt bad for my brother, who I knew, and who he didn't. He could careless about me, so screw him. Punisher, you must be thinking "What does this have to do with us ..." well I'm glad you asked that because you see, with all of this suspense in that match, and all of the new grown hatred between us, it wouldn't seem like I don't know what I'm dealing with, stepping into a Hardcore match. Well it runs in my viens, I know what hardcore is ... I eat, sleep, and breath hardcore. It's not a match to me, but more of a part of me.

[Grim reaches the street after releasing the fence and continuing to walk. As they get out into the streets. The entire place is lit up with lights. The moon glares in the sky reflecting some light as well. Grim crosses the long wide road as there is no traffic heading in the direction for a few moments. Grim reaches the other side still side and side with the camera man. Grim begins to talk again as he puts his hands inside his coat pockets.]

[Grim Reaper:] But in all respect, you are a hardcore icon. Just as every other person whom thinks he has a gram of hardcore within them. Punisher, I admire you're skill, the skill in which shows that you have no skill. That doesn't make sense? Fuck you. God, I don't use vulgar language usually, but it just seems to piss me off when people who are so dumb they don't even know how to spell hardcore, yet they act like it comes naturally. You need to earn it. Hardcore runs in my viens because me and my brother earned it. We yearned for the chance to become as big as we did. Punisher, I've said it before and I'll say it again, you're just a stepping stone in my path of destruction slowing my down, but not stopping me, to what I need to get and what I deserve.

[Grim Reaper makes a turn and grasp a doorhandle, he opens the door and walks in calmly. Grim looks around to notice that it's none other than Lung Wang's Karate School. Grim smirks at the name of the joint and walks in. He then sits down and observes the karate kids in the middle of a class. Most of the kids seem new and have white belts tied around their waists. Grim stands up a moment after he sits down and then begins to talk with a strange look on his face.]

[Grim Reaper:] Punisher, you can see, these foolish children don't express hardcore. They're thought karate to be used as a defensive tool incase of danger. I mean if you're gunna learn a fight, you might as well use it more than often. Forget this place ... it sucks ...

[Grim walks out of the karate school casually swinging the door open so far it hits the back wall behind it. The camera man rushes out and catches up the Grim already proceeding to walk down the narrow sidewalk. The Reaper reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He puts the box to his mouth and pulls a cigarette out with his mouth and digs in his pocket for his lighter. He places the pack of cigarettes back where he removed them from. Grim sparks the lighter and then lights the cigarette. He begins walking down the street, smoking a cigarette, and cutting a promo.]

[Grim Reaper:] Punisher, Saturday Night Fury is the night you fall to the feet of the Reaper and realize that I'm more professional in my business than you're taking me for. Punisher, when Saturday rolls around, I'll prove, not only to you, but to the world that you're a tiny bug and I will smash you .. with your guts spewing out all over the place. Punisher, you fail to realize that your ignorance is not a virtue whatsoever.

[Grim Reaper pulls the cigarette down to the halfway mark and then flicks the tip off and pinches it shut to save it for later. Grim shoves the half cigarette in his coat pocket and then proceeds to walkin away leaving the camera in his dust. The camera catches a last glimpse of Grim before he dives into an alley and disappears. The camera begins to zoom out after following the Reaper down the sidewalk. The scene fades to black.]