(The shots shows Scott Taylor and Steve "Hardkore" Waltman sitting on a couch watching T.V.  They are watching a tape of Cold Moon 2005, the Cold Moon brawl.  Hardkore is in the reclined position with his hands behind his head and feet in the air.  Scott is sitting with one arm on the armrest and the other on his lap.  There is a table on the side of the couch with a telephone and a bowl of popcorn sitting on it.  Hardkore reaches into the bowl and grabs a handful and then proceeds to put the popcorn in his mouth.  All of a sudden Hardkore pushes the leg rest down and springs to his feet.)

Hardkore:  You see that Scott?  Hardkore Bomb right on Scott.  BAM!!! Look at his head smack against the mat.

(Hardkore picks up a remote control and rewinds the tape a little ways.)

Hardkore:  I got to see that again.  Oooo!  Look at the pain on his face as he's laying there, out cold.

Scott:  I remember from the twenty times I saw it earlier.

Hardkore:  Ya but it just gets better every time doesn't it?

(Hardkore rewinds the tape once more.)

Hardkore:  Smack!! Cracka Lacka!  Head first on the mat.

Scott:  Cracka whata?

Hardkore:  Cracka Lacka, its an interjection used to show extreme joy or pleasure because of something.

Scott:  Ok.

(Hardkore rewinds the tape once more.)

Hardkore:  It just doesn't get old does it?

Scott:  Yes it does, lets watch the rest of the match already.

(Hardkore sits back down on the couch and continues to watch the tape.)

Hardkore:  You see that, here it comes Hardkore Bomb!  Look out Lupin.

(The tape shows Hardkoer attempting a Hardkore Bomb on Lupin, but Lupin blocks it.)

Scott:  Ouch, that didn't work out too well did it?

Hardkore:  You shut your mouth, no one asked you.  Besides, someone took a picture and the flash temporarily blinded me.

Scott:  Whatever.

Hardkore:  You don't believe me?

Scott:  I sure do.

(The tape shows Lupin covering Hardkore and he is eliminated.)

Scott:  What a shame you were on a roll too.

Hardkore:  Sure was.  I missed all the fun.  Remember the glass table and the chairs?  I got out just before the gettin got good.

Scott:  Normal people wouldn't consider that the gettin getting good.

Hardkore:  Whoever has said that I'm normal?

Scott:  Not a soul.

(The two continue to watch the tape untill the end.)

Scott:  What an evening that was.

Hardkore:  Yup, what's the next show?

Scott:  Ricochet.

Hardkore:  What the H is that?

Scott:   It's a non pay per view show they do every now and then.

Hardkore:  Na ah!

Scott:  Yup.

Hardkore:  Ok.  Who's my opponent?

Scott:  Let me check.

(Scott gets out a folder and starts shuffling through the papers.  He pulls one and reads over it.)

Scott:  Oh hear we go, Bobby Cage.

Hardkore:  Sweet a cage match.

Scott:  No, normal match against Bobby Cage.

Hardkore:  How can a guy named after a cage not fight his matches in a cage!?!?!?

Scott:  Umm...

Hardkore:  He's being hypocritical, I can't believe this.

Scott:  Your name is Hardkore and not all of your matches are hardcore matches.

Hardkore:  If it was up to me they would be.

Scott:  Fair enough.

Hardkore:  This just ruined my day.  You said cage and I got my hopes up, now I'm just depressed.

Scott: Sorry.

Hardkore:  Don't blame yourself, its not your fault... this time.

Scott: Thanks.

Hardkore:  I think I'll go play the piano to calm myself down.

Scott:  Do you really want to?

Hardkore:  Yes.

(Hardkore gets up and leaves the room.  Scott turns the volume up on the TV.  In the background, Hardkore is heard murdering Johan Pachbell's Cannon.  Scott turns the TV up even louder.  The shot fades out.)