·The new Hardcore Champion - GBT!·

[GBT is shown approaching the production studio at the WFW building. He walks down the hallways, looking in every door, checking every lock, until he reaches the studio door. He opens it, and looks in quickly to see if there is anyone inside. When he realizes it is bustling with activity, he enters quickly, and closes the door behind him quickly. He locks it before any of the production crew notices. Once done, he walks over to Cliff, the production manager and plays it 'cool'.]

GBT: Hey, Cliff. Let's get this over with, shall we?

Cliff: You look a little nervous, Bud. What's wrong?

GBT: I got nailed in the head with a chair yesterday right HERE where I'm standing now! When I thought I was going to be shooting a promo! Instead I got whipped like a schoolgirl! What do you THINK is wrong?

Cliff [changing subjects instantly]: OK, go ahead and stand over there. Let us know when you're ready, and we'll give you the countdown.

GBT: Fine.

[GBT walks over to the taped spot on the floor and faces the camera. His eyes dart from side to side as he checks the corners, again, for anyone hiding within them. Once he is satisfied, he motions to Cliff to start the countdown. As Cliff reaches 0, GBT starts to speak.]

GBT: Underrated.

GBT: Overlooked.

GBT: Misjudged.

GBT: Underestimated.

GBT: These are all the things I dealt with when I came here. My first match was against another rookie, Alexander Blayze. It was a fight for the ages. I lost, and still, I was over looked. Still I was underrated by the WFW champions, by the legends, and yes, even by the other rookies.

GBT: Even when I won the rights to face the Hardcore champion, Reaper, I was underrated. Reaper thought I would be a pushover. A few scary scenes, and I would melt away into the void from which I emerged. He hoped I would run, like a frightened child. He thought to gain the advantage, the edge against me by playing with my mind.

[GBTs' eyes dart from left, and to the right. When he realizes what he's done he looks back at the camera quickly.]

GBT: He failed. I'm man enough to admit that without help from the Hardcore Hippie himself (and the bong-o-matic 3000!) I doubt I could have pulled off the victory.

GBT: But I did. I beat Reaper cleanly in the middle of the ring, 1-2-3. I was half dead by the end of that match, but I was walking away a champion! People had to respect me a little, didn't they?

GBT: I was wrong. The boys in the back still treated me like a fool, a child, a rookie. I guess it doesn't matter what I try, I'm going to be the underdog. Even as Hardcore champion, someone thinks they can just have their way with me. Friday, his name is Hawk! It's not going to work, though.

GBT: Hawk, I don't know you. You're new, but you've already got friends. I didn't have any allies when I came in the WFW. I made my mark, though. I left a trail of broken, busted bodies in the ring when I was done, a trail that had led me to you.

GBT: You've already got your friends, though. You've got Swift, Lito, and others shouting your praises from the highest rooftops!

GBT: "Watch out for Hawk! He's tougher than he looks!"

GBT: "You'd better be careful, or Hawk will beat you!"

GBT: "You'd better prepare for your match, or Hawk is going to drop you!"

GBT: "Don't drop the soap around Hawk!"

GBT: I've heard the same thing over, and over since you got here, Hawk. How you're a tremendous wrestler. How you're a world-class athlete, an ex-champion from the GFECVFEEFRGDSS federation. You're a hero to children, and a fantasy to women.

GBT: Whatever, Hawk. I'm not saying you're not a great athlete. I'm not saying people don't respect you, and look up to you. I'm just saying it doesn't impress me.

GBT: No one looks up to me, Hawk. No one thinks of me as his or her role model. I don't go jogging with baseball pitchers, or have a multi-million dollar corporation. I don't have a secretary; I don't have a limo, or a new Lexus! Hell, I don't even have a cell phone anymore! I don't book famous bands to play at my kids' pool party, or rub elbows with politicians and movie stars. I don't make guest appearances on Rosie O'Donnell, or Regis & Cathy Lee!

GBT: What I have, though, is desire. I've got the will to succeed. I've got the motivation of hunger in a way you've never seen!

GBT: You think I'm not hungry? I'm downright starving! I'm not starving for glory, or power, or fame, or even titles! I'm hungry for PAIN! I'm hungry for ACTION! I'm hungry for FRIDAY!

GBT: You want to drive all your pent up anger and frustration out against me? Great! Anger leads to mistakes, and that will cost you the match. You want to beat me down, and make me feel the pain of millionaire living? Fine, I've lived on the streets with nothing in my pocket for years. I can take what little pain and anger you've got, and finish it for lunch. I've battled my own demons, my own monsters for too many years to let you stop me now, Hawk!

GBT: Friday is your debut night, Hawk. Your big entrance! The night you get to make an impression on everyone in the back! You get to make or break your career! You get to cut your teeth on me - GBT! The meanest, greenest, rookie around!

GBT: You call yourself the Hardcore Icon. Great! I'm the Hardcore champion, but this is a WRESTLING match. No steel chairs to the head, no lead pipes to the back. Man against man, skill against skill.

GBT: And that's where I'll beat you. Knock me down, and I'll get up again. Hit me with every move in your arsenal, and I'll keep kicking out. You're a hardcore wrestler, who's wrestling a normal match - I'm a wrestler who's the Hardcore champion. There's a big difference between the two of us. A world of difference.

GBT: Hawk, you think of yourself as a big fish. Friday, you're going to find yourself a small fish in a big pond. Bring it on, Hawk! Bring everything you've got!

GBT: Because Friday, I'm going to SMOKE YOU OUT! I'm going to show you why GBT means GRIEVOUS BODILY TRAUMA!

GBT: Just like Blayze and Reaper before you, I'm going to show the world why I am the Hardcore champion! Not because I can swing a chair, or hit someone with a bat, but because I can take more punishment than you can EVER dish out!

[GBT starts to walk off, but pauses, and looks straight at the camera.]

GBT: And you can BANK on that!

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