The fighter-for-hire Joe 6-Pack walks around backstage at the Wrestle Art Dojo in Indianapolis, Indiana, toothpick gnarled between his teeth. The rest of the WAR superstars avoid him, after he beat the hell out of those chefs on the second day. 6-Pack's eyes wander from superstar to superstar as he treads the hall. Not a single one of their eyes dare to meet his.

   6-Pack continues to walk, even as Big Pat Warner, clad in his wrestling gear, comes into view. Warner is drinking an entire gallon of Lemon-Lime Gatorade, letting it spill all over his chest.

6: (smirking) Save some from the fishes, ya big bitch!

Warner: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME BOY!?!!?!?!

6: Take it easy 'Roids. I was just kidding around.

Warner: You sons-of-bitches are all the same! Get the hell out of here before i drop your ass.

6: Yeah, don't worry, i'm goin'. We'll finish this later.

6-Pack continues to walk down the hall, right into the interview room. There is no interviewer, but the camera is on, so Joe guns into it.

6: You know somethin', Chaz Brock? You can run your mouth quite a bit, but I'm curious if this boy wonder has what it takes to beat a real hardcore master. This is a hardcore match, son, and you're fighting The Horror of Hardcore! Normally, i'd dig into some mythology for your dumb ass, but instead, i'm gonna give you some facts....a few statistics................I've been fighting hardcore for a decade!! I have fought one, two, three, four, five, even SIX men all at once in hardcore matches, and i've NEVER LOST! Sure, I may get beat in a normal match when I can't sneak in a weapon, but when Joey 6 gets his hands on a weapon, it's all over!

   I'm gonna give you a chance to run now, Brock, cause once I come walking down to that ring, Chaz, the crowd already knows who won, but you've still gotta get your asswhuppin. I mean it, man, i'm really gonna knock your dick in the dirt!! So hide, and pray I don't find you, man! See ya, soon Brock.