(It's a sunny, windy day.  There is a fresh layer of snow on the ground.  The roads are covered in snow because the plows have yet to come through.  The shots shows Scott Taylor walking through a huge snowdrift.  Scott's wearing a heavy blue winter coat and jeans.  As he's walking he trips and tumbles into a pile of snow.  A snowmobile pulls up.  Steve "Hardkore" Waltman is driving.  Steve's wearing a black and white jacket, jeans and boots.)

Steve (laughing):  Hey, careful there Scott, that snow will jump up and trip you when you least expect it.

Scott (wiping himself off):  Thanks for the heads up.

Steve (gets off the snowmobile):  What are you doing out here at my beautiful estate in East Kruk, Wisconsin. (holds hand to ears listening to not existent applause)

Scott:  You won your debut in the FHW and you've got a match coming up and I would like your thoughts on the subject..

Steve:  One and oh.  Undefeated. One hundred percent.  Batting a thousand.  It doesn't get any better than this.  What a match that was.  I took a pretty bad beating myself and still came out on top.  FHW fans, you can expect more of the same in the future.  It doesn't matter how far behind I am I will come back and take the victory.  Did you see how I had my faced rubbed into the cage?  You see these scares on my face?  You see this bandage wrapped around my head?  This is when you know you're a man.

Scott:  I seem to remember you saying that before.

Steve:  It's been so long since I've stepped in the ring, Scott.  I forgot what it felt like to leave a man lying on the ground as you stand over him in victory.  I forgot that feeling of power as another man cowers in front of you.  I forgot what pain really was.  I forgot the immense feeling of joy in the victory after enduring such pain.  You know how that made me feel, Scott?   You know how that made me feel!?!?

Scott:  No, I don't

Steve:  I was aroused, Scott.  Physically, mentally, spiritually, scientifically, mathematically and meteorically aroused.  I was aroused that way a man feels after claiming the carcass of the animal after a successful hunt.  You know how that feels, Scott?

Scott:  Can't say that I do.

Steve:  Are you getting smart with me boy!?

Scott:  No sir.

Steve:  That's ok, go ahead.  But you see it feels...it feels...great.  There is no feeling in the world that can top that.  I'm still buzzing inside.  I felt the electricity in the air that night.  Perhaps it was the Iraqi electric torture chamber, but whatever it was it gave the energy, nay, the power to achieve victory.  That feeling is still inside.  I can't wait to get into the ring again.  Speaking of that, who is my opponent?

Scott:  *The* Scott Lamont.

Steve:  Who?  *The* Scott Lamont.  That sounds like a horrible porn name.  That sounds like the worst Led Zepplin song I've ever heard.  That sounds like something a thousand monkeys with a thousand type writers could come up with in a thousand years.  And what is up the asterisks?  What makes this Scott Lamont so special.  Hell, I know two Scoot Lamont's that live just down the road and their not all that special.  Hell, your name is Scott and your nothing more than some cheapass reporter I hired to follow me around.

Scott:  This is true.

Steve:  *The* Scott Lamont.  I hope he didn't intend for that to rhyme, because if he did, god damn I give you an F--, and since I'm in such a good mood, here's another minus just for shits and giggles.

Scott:  You're being a little critical don't you think.

Steve:  Maybe, but this is a very serious matter, if you're going to use asterisks you better damn well know what your doing.

Scott:  Apparently this is his return match.

Steve:  Oh great, now he's the emotional favorite.  Well the only thing I can do now is make sure that this is his very last return match.

Scott:  Are you threatening his career.

Steve:  No I'm saying I'm going to let him win to give him some momentum for the future.

Scott (stares blankly at Steve)

Steve:  Of course I'm threatening his career.  So what kind of match is this no holds bared, tables, ladder, what?

Scott:  Normal one fall.

Steve (laughing to himself):  What?

Scott:  Yup nothing special about it.

Steve:  Damn, that's not any fun.  Then I shall defeat him with my technical skills, power moves and high risks.  High risk, high reward, that's what I always say.

Scott:  I've never heard you say that.

Steve (pushes Scott down back into the snow bank):  Hahaha, victory.  See you at Slaybells ringing bitches!

(Steve drives away on the snowmobile as Scott lays in the snow bank.)