::The Scene opens with HardKore sitting on his couch. He is watching the tape of his match. He keeps rewinding the tape to the part where Axel grabs his belt, and is declared Heavyweight Champion. He just keeps watching it quietly and peacefully. Then he turns it off, and turns slowly to the camera man::
HH: Hey, you little bitch, why don't you toss me a beer?
::The camera man does just that, as he tosses an ice cold Budweiser to HardKore. He cracks it open and begins to drink it::
HH: Well I've watched the tape over and over, and Axel you beat me. By no means is this over, and that is a promise. You see when you and your brother least expect it.....WHAM!!! The Angels will strike, and leave you unconcious. You don't fuck with HardKore Harbit and his title. So consider this a loan you little bitch, cause I plan on getting it back very, very soon. In fact this Wednesday HardKore has a little trick up his sleeve for good Ole' Axel, and you can count on that! You see Axel I don't take this as a defeat merely a minor set back in my domination of this company. You see I have had NO competition for sometime now and it will be good to have to wrestle for something again. It will be good to have a fire lit under my ass, as now I walk in as the challenger, trying to win the title rather than defending it. Because Axel believe me, I know from experience, it's alot harder to keep the title than it is to win it. So sleep with it, shine it, and be prepared to kiss it good-bye because HardKore Harbit is coming for his fucking title and that is a guarantee!
::HardKore begins laughing and then turns back to the camera::
HH: You see I have figured out why I haven't wrestled and been as dominant as I once was and are capable of being. All of you out there, are holding me back. All you worthless pieces of grade A, American Trailer Park Trash. Shit all of you should be taken out of the gene pool, and be forbidden to reproduce. You see I go out there week after week bust my ass, and for what you sorry fuckers. Well not anymore, nope now I focus on two things: My Title and the Fallen Angels. Nothing else matters, so to all you HardKorites out there.....FUCK OFF!! You worthless pieces of shit, all you've done since I got here is cling to me, like a child to his father's leg. And all you've done is weigh me down and bring me down to your level. The level at which Axel operates,and from no on it stops. No more Mr. Nice-HardKore. All the years since my family was murdered I have been searching. Searching for the murderer, and no until last Sunday had I found his identity.It is all of you leeches out there that cheer when we hurt ourselves, but are never there the next day to see the pain and hell we go through, so fuck all of you. Because if I wouldn't have been trying to entertain your sorry asses my little girl and wife would still be alive. So from here on we walk to different pathes mine covered in gold and upward, while you return to your sorry empty lives forced to find a new host to latch on to.
::HardKore begins to chuckle again then his mood turns from fun and games to seriousness::
HH: My heart has turned black, I will show no more fucking remorse. The man who attacks you from behind with a steel chair thats me. The man who kicks you when your down or Hurts you just to inflict the pain for fun, that's me. The man who yurns to hear the sound of bones snapping, that's me. The most ruthless mother fucker this fucking company will ever see well he goes by the name of HardKore Harbit, and he is on the lose. Axel, you little fucking bitch you have what is rightfully mine. You don't deserve to have your name in the same sentence as mine let alone the same league. You are nothing compared to me and Sunday was merely a fluke. So here is what I plan to do, the Angels and I are going to hold War is Hell captive until I get my rematch. You here that Raymond Russel, I want my match. Redneck you hear that I'm going to hold your prize show hostage until I get what it is I want. No match will take place until this is done. So Ray, you may be the commish, but for damn sure HardKore Harbit calls the shots. Because I hold the power, and why you might ask? Because who in this fucking fed is going to stop the Angels and I? NO ONE!!! Not Redneck, not Ray, Not Ma$e, not RxJ, NO ONE!!! The Three Badest men on the planet have come together to form the biggest alliance in the history of sports entertainment. So the warning is out there I get my fucking match or no War is Hell. Got It???? Good!!
::HardKore reaches on the floor and grabs the remote control, he turns off the TV and VCR. Then he turns back to the cameraman and crushes the can over his head. Without hesitiation the cameraman grabs him another beer. And tosses it to HardKore not wanting to get verbally abused again. HardKore catches it and begins drinking it. He sets it down on the end table and continues on::
HH: Now many people have wondered why Bear and Cavetto? And what are the Fallen Angels? Well it is quite simple Cavetto, Bear, and myself are the three most talented guy this fed has hands down. And I know like 20 Axel fans are out there watching this through a shop window screaming their heads off saying what about Axel. Well Axel isn't any good he got lucky like the Patriots did verse the Rams I underestimated him. Now Cavetto and I connect we have both had family problems and as of late he has been ones bad ass mother fucker something I like alot. As for Bear well he is 7'2" enough said. Oh this is for you Bear after I win the title back me and you fair and square at Heatwave, no questions asked. Okay??
Well I'm sure you'll agree, because that way it will stay where it belongs within the Angels. Axel, boy from now on hunting season is open, and well your the one with the shiny gold target on your back so watch out because the Angels are coming for ya!!! As for the CWA and Redneck it has been taken over by the Fallen Angels and we will dominate, end of story!
::HardKore takes another drink of his beer and the Camera Fades Out::
Fallen Angels
