[The scene opens up to the arena in which the February 3rd event took place. Miami, Florida is the location ... the cameras open up to the scene where it had ended a hallway in the backstage area of the arena. The scene repaired and nothing shows the remains of the match, except one object, the fire extinguisher lays aside the wall. With the slight thought of the hardcore match can make anyone shake within themselves. The cameras turn to the left to notice a figure's shadow growing bigger as he begins to come into the dim lit area. Someone would think the arena is closed because the lights are so dim. But they're wrong, a basketball game can be heard through the walls as the crowd is chanting and roaring, not as loud as the HWA events, but you get the idea.]

[As the man gets closer and closer the camera turns towards him slowly. His footsteps heard, pacing against the cement floor. As the figure comes into view, it is none other than Grim Reaper. With his leather jacket in hand and his wrestling attire on as always, he paces in front of the camera. With a swift kick of his foot he knocks over the fire extinguisher and watches it roll in it's place on the floor a bit. Grim turns back to the camera, glaring into the lens from afar. The camera picks up on the bandages wrapped around the skull of the Reaper. Grim also has a bit of bandages around his arm that he's carring his jacket with. Over the course of the last 2 weeks, he has been cracked over the head one too many times, first with a Beer Mug by Punisher, then right before their match, Punisher cheap shotted the Reaper with a lead pipe to the back of the head, almost knocking him unconscience and then a few moments later he was again cracked in the back of the skull by a baseball bat. Grim walks to the wall in which the fire extinguisher lies on the ground next to. Grim plops down against the wall and strokes his small goatee once and then runs his hand through his hair that is halfway covered with bandages and the other half not. Grim begins to speak while looking into the camera.]

[Grim Reaper:] ... Oakland, California ... the site in which I get another chance. But I want to go back to something that happened, not the last Fury, but the one before that ... February 3rd ... Punisher vs. Grim Reaper. Can you believe it? I went out there and kicked Punisher's ass despite the fact that I took a shot from a lead pipe to the back of the head moments before the match, and not even mentioning that I was brutally attacked by Punisher on the side of the highway, in which he ambushed me both times. But what was the outcome of the match when he went into the match straight up, one on one, not attacking me before ... WHAT happened was I DID kick his ass. The deciding factor was not the little boy Jordan Michaels, it was the baseball bat. Maybe I took one too many shots to the head in a short period of time ... but how about this ... PUNISHER ... JORDAN ... I read about the next PPV of HWA entitled Final Truth. We each claim that we're the "Hardcore Icon", or "Extreme Icon" of HWA. But noone has been dropped fairly to see who is the best. Jordan Michael's I guarentee that you will NOT win that tag team match, for you shall be in another triple threat match, to lay it to rest. At Final Truth, it'll be one hell of a match ... Grim Reaper vs. Punisher vs. Jordan Michaels. Now it's probably the many shots I've taken in the breif period of time, but I'm going to propose the most hardcore match anyone will ever witness in their lives. But I'm sure you guys will not accept, nor will the HWA allow the match to take place. But ... Punisher, Jordan Michaels ... it is up to you guys ... not if the match takes place, but if you're man enough to do the match. You're probably thinking in the back of ur measly sized brain "What is the match already!?" Ya really want to know what it is? Punisher, Jordan Michaels ... how about a steel cage match. But now I know you're laughing about this, thinking how it could be hardcore, but you failed to realize that I'm not finished. This steel cage will not have door, and the top will be blocked by lines of barbwire, so there is basically no escaping. How do you win? Well inside, there will be 3 Tables, folded up against the sides of the cage, what you're objective is to grab one of the tables, prop it up, and take the gasoline can, along with the egniter and set the table ablaze. How, picture this, you have a steel cage with no escaping, barbwire lining the top, three tables, and they have to be set on fire. The way to win? If you cannot break it down by now, you don't deserve to be hardcore whatsoever. The last man standing without being put through a table will be the victor.

[Grim Reaper removes the bandages from his head and exposes the gashes within his skin. The camera man, disgusted can tell with the movement the camera makes at the sight of this brutality. Grim begins to speak while continuing to unwrap himself.]

[Grim Reaper:] But enough with Punisher and Jordan Michaels, the self proclaimed Hardcore Icons of HWA. Onto someone else. A new face for myself. Barry Savage. I don't know much about you and I think you might be thinking the same thing about myself. But let me tell you about me. I'm one of the most, if not the best, damn Hardcore Icon to have ever graced the squared circle, but mainly HWA in general. Barry Savage, on Saturday Night Fury, you'll be the first to feel the debut of my devastating finisher, The Ragnorak ...

[Grim is then suddenly inturpted by a man over excited walking towards Grim Reaper who is sitting against the wall. The man as he comes into view is none other than HWA's own commentator Willy Williams. As he prances over to the Reaper sitting in the corner, he is shouting things out as he walks towards Grim. The camera follows him. Grim stands up as Willy stands over the Reaper, the Reaper stands taller than Willy does. Willy begins to speak to the Reaper.]

[Willy Williams:] Grim Reaper ... the camera crew asked me to accompany you on this intervie ... [Interupted]

[Grim Reaper:] Willy, who are you to confront me, and do you have any brains, we all know that Willy's usually have "heads" but I'm not sure if you have a brain ...

[Willy Williams:] Well ya see Grim, HWA booking committee has been quite impressed with your recent thoughts and actions and they wanted me to get right down to the core and find out what Grim Reaper is all about!

[Grim Reaper:] There is nothing more to the Reaper than what you see right here ... understand?

[Willy Williams:] Well Grim, since you're not much of a people-person, then how about I question you about your match with Barry Savage ...

[Grim Reaper:] ... [Puzzled look on his face] Willy, are you stupid or something? Can't you understand that you don't have any significance being here, except that you're taking my television time up.

[Willy Williams holds the microphone up Grim's mouth and pulls it away slowly. Grim grasps onto Willy's wrist and snatches the microphone from him. Grim moves with his other hand to the collar of Willy's shirt and pulls him up to his face, intimidating him by pulling him by his collar. Grim makes a strange angry noise in the face of Willy and then tosses him back. Willy drops off the screen and the camera turns back to Grim as he moves the camera with his hand and then looking into the lens he begins speaking once again, but this time talking into the microphone.]

[Grim Reaper:] Now that I got that little annoying punk out of my face I can go back to where I was conducting my own interview. What the hell? [Tosses the microphone aside] I don't need that, I ain't no professional or anything, I just find it funny how someone tries to get to know you, just to use stuff you regret that you did, in arguements, because face it, everyone goes into a fight, even friends, family, but anyways, getting back on topic ... Barry Savage, did you get to witness the beating I dealt to Punisher the other Fury? I mean that was a hardcore match, and it was my envoriment, but I'm stepping back into singles match-ups again, until Final Truth of course. Barry Savage, what you are to me, is basically training for my big challenging awaiting me at the HWA ppv, the second one I've been around through. You might think you have the experience edge over me, seeing as you've been in HWA from near the beginning if not at the beginning period. It won't matter my friend, for you shall be an example I set for Jordan Michaels and Punisher. I can already tell Jordan Michaels fears me because what other man would be such a coward to have to attack two tired, beat up men, with a BASEBALL BAT ... not to mention to attack them from behind, what kind of man is that? I'll tell you, one man with a tiny scrotum. Barry Savage you're a fool, and an unlucky kid to have to step into the ring with me. I might be sounding redundant now, saying that everyone is a small stepping stone for my quest for glory, but you see, win, lose or draw they're a stepping stone, because each step in my journey I learn something new. Barry, you will be doing me a favor by facing me, I'll be able to see if I can learn something from the outcome. The only thing you'll learn, is how many lights flood the arena in the cieling, for you will be on your back, counting each one of them.

[Grim Reaper sits back down against the wall. He lifts the half empty fire extinguisher into his lap with his knees propped up. Grim tosses the fire extinguisher down the hall. A loud crash of metal against cement noise is heard and echoed throughout the hall. The cheering can still be heard through the walls from the people on the other side. Grim whips his hair backwards and nods his head down, knockin the hair down in front of him, wrapping inward on his eyes in a way. He begins to speak again.]

[Grim Reaper:] Tribal Barry, that is the name I shall call you from now on. Why I choose such a funny name? Because when I hear you're name, it makes me think of an indian war chief. Savage, I don't know why, it just creates an image in my mind. Tribal Barry, for our match, you won't need to get your spears, or your indian war paint on, just get a good enough face on, so everyone in the arena can look at it and enjoy it, because what I plan on doing is taking my boot and stomping your pretty little face in until the people can turn away in disgust like they do when they see someone like me ... a low life. Barry Savage, five days from now, Saturday Night Fury, it'll be your time to step up and realize that your ignorance is not a virtue ...

[Grim Reaper stands up and grabs the camera lens in the palm of his hand, pushing it backwards he begins walking away. The camera catches a view of him walking into the darkness at the end of the corridor before fading to black.]