The demise of Reed “The Real Man” Harrington is 3 days away. Harrington will be destroyed in his own environment. The more mocking Reed does with the referrals to “Barbie” and “Ken” the more Reed will pay the price. Sunday, his reign is over.

The scene opens up in an abandoned warehouse. It’s obviously empty, and very dirty. The wood ceiling looks like it going to cave in, but all of a sudden a beam of light comes in and quickly vanishing. The camera pans around to see Sean Boyle with a shopping cart to the side. Various objects are sticking out from the cart. The cameraman walks to Boyle who has a slight grin on his face.

Reed, you want to buy toys. You want to buy a Barbie. Well, “Ken” I bought some toys of my own. Let’s see what we have.

Boyle reaches into his card and pulls out a metal trashcan w/ lid.

No it’s not to beat you over the head, it’s to take the trash out, which I will do with your decomposed body.

Boyle takes out a golf club

I’m usually hitting 70 and two under. I’m going to try to hit 68 and four under. But, this is a beautiful club to club you over the head. One swing and it’ll bust your ass open.

Boyle pulls out a sledge hammer and brings to “hammer” to eye level. A huge grin this time comes across his face.

I’ll pull a Triple H and I’ll face your face in with this. I’ll do whatever I need to do and use to win.

Boyle puts his hands on handle of the shopping car and clenches his hands. He takes them off and scratches his nose.

I’ll even use the shopping cart. Reed, there’s nothing that will prevent me from using any of these weap…er..toys, or any toys I have that haven’t be revealed yet. Reed, I don’t even really want the Hardcore Championship. It will just be another accomplishment for me. But the fact is, until you let go of the Hardcore Championship you’re going to be underrated. You are one of the best TNT has to offer. But, hey, if you want to keep the championship and be in the lower ranks, that’s fine. But, I will stop at nothing to regain a championship.

Reed, the more you mock me with the Barbie, or the more you think that you’re hardcore, the more angry I get. You’re probably going to come out and say “I want to get you angry..blah blah blah.” But, you don’t. Call it a cliché if you want, but you’re not going to like me when I’m angry.

Reed, tomorrow at the Compaq Center in San Jose, California, we’ll be in a bloody war. We’ll battle for 20 minutes for 10 pounds of gold. We will go back and forth, blood spurtin’ from everywhere on our body, just to get the better of each other. Tomorrow, the end of your reign as Hardcore champion will end. But, I may just give you back the title. Your fight with Typhoon was just embarrassing. He had no offense, but I guarantee you I will. From opening bell to closing bell, you will feel pain, that you have never felt. Tomorrow, I’ll promise you that you will not stop bleeding. I will promise you that bones and limbs and ligaments and your career will be broken and shattered.

I ain’t afraid to put my life in danger to hurt someone. If I have to I’ll go through 10 tables, just as long as my opponents coming down too. I went through hell, fire, and brimstone last week to get a shot at the World Title. I didn’t get it, but I proved I will go through anything to get what I want. Trust me Reed, what I go through tomorrow will make the Inferno match look like a Bra and Panties contest.

Sean goes to continue but his cell phone rings. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. He checks the number and presses OK.

Hey man, what’s up with you?

Yo, I’m at little Tony’s right now. Strong Stallion is over here too. We eating a calzone and we’re discussing the plan.

Well, you make sure that you execute it perfectly.

Don’t worry.

I am going to worry, because you fucked up last time.

It was an honest mistake Sean, back the fuck up and calm the fuck down.

I just want this to happen. I just want to get something back in my life.

I know you want a championship, and if…er…when this goes down, you’ll leave California the Hardcore Champion.

I better leave the champion or else!

Or else what Sean. You keep threatening us and then you don’t do a damn thing.

This time I’m serious. I want a championship belt. Whether it’s Hardcore, TV, Eurasian, World, it doesn’t matter.

We understand that, but if you keep threatening us, we can easily fuck you over. You ain’t got nothing on us to threaten us anyways.

I’ll tell Maria where you were last night and what you did.

I was with Maria last night..you..you…ain’t got nothing.

I’ll call Maria right now and tell her…

Tell her what?

Tell her that you fucked her sister last night…in Maria’s bed!!

Hey, you said you wouldn’t mention that again.

Yeah, but this title is the first step to regaining my identity and regaining the respect I once had. I get this belt, I’m right back where I was 2 months ago.

Ight, don’t worry. Me and Double S got it figured out. All you have to do is bring that homo Reed to the bathroom…

Whoa….the camera guy is still rolling. I gotta call you back.

Ight….Stallion chew before you swallow you fucking moose.

Sean Boyle puts the phone back in his pocket and looks around suspiciously.

You hear that? It’s silent. Don’t you love that sound. You can bring someone in here…do what you need to do. Tomorrow, it’ll be silent. Because tomorrow it’s either put up or shut up in the Hardcore Title match. Reed, you have no idea what’s in store for you tomorrow. Like I said, I will do anything to get what I want.

Sean Boyle turns around and we see him pick his shirt up. We hear a clicking sound as he turns around. He cocks his 8 mm gun and points it at the camera.

And I mean……anything.

With that, Boyle lets out a laugh as the camera turns off. We hear 3 shots go out as the scene fades.