Johnny is backstage in his locker room prepairing for his match against Brian Braxton. The misfits are playing in the background.as Johnny stands in the middle of the locker room with tapped hands throwing punches at a dummy with a guy dressed in black in the background. Sweats pouring down the face of Johnny as he grits his teeth through the mouth piece.

Guy in black: Come on!!! Right Hook, Left Jab, Grapple, Knee, Knee, Take down, roll on top, right hook, left uppercut, stangle!!!!

Johnny loads a right hook into the jaw of the dummy and a quick powerful left jab. Johnny wraps his arms around the head of the dummy squeezing hard on the neck and shoulder area, loading up one charged knee to the chest of the dummy and jumping loading another hard knee to the jaw. before placing his foot behind the dummies taking it down and wrapping his leg around one side of the dummy getting on top of it throwing a right hook and a powerful uppercut. And finally placing both hands on the life like dummies throat squeezing hard digging his nails into the fake skin.

Guy in black: aaannnddd.....thats a break khed.

Johnny gets off the dummy and wiping the sweat off of his forhead with a t-shirt.

Guy in black: smoke, and a weiser for the champ.

The guy tosses the beer Johnnys way and john opens it taking a long slow drink.

Johnny: Thanks Leo.

Leo: No problem khed, lemme just crunch the numbahs and see what the damage is.

Leo leans over the edge of his chair and starts scrolling down on his computer screen.

Leo: looks like a bruised throat, concussion on the right side of the head and a dislocated jaw.
Johnny shakes his head taking another gulp of his beer.

Johnny: Not good enough.

Leo: (chuckling) Its good enough to take out the Fackin Bahneys at the pub.

Johnny: yeah, well, Brian aint another fuckin Barney at the pub.

(Knock knock)

Leo: Who the Fack is it?!

???: uhhh Joey im an intern. Just started here im supposed to interview Johnny X-treme.

Leo and Johnny make eye contact before Johnny nods his head and Leo goes and opens the door. Joey looks at Leo and shakes his hand.

Joey: Mr.Xtreme im so glad to meet you.

Johnny hearing this laughs hard and Leo joins in on the lafter as Joey looks confused. Leo takes off his Black skull cap to show his bald head with a little black hair on the side. He goes into his shirt pocket and lights up a cigarette.

Leo: Khed, Im 40 years old and outta shape. If you think im a wrestler your facken nuts. Johnnys ova there.

Joey realizes his mistake and walks in to see Johnny sitting on a steel chair sipping a beer.

Joey: sorry, I dont really watch wrestling. I'll be sure to start. Im so sorry for the mistake.

Johnny shakes his head closing his eyes.

Johnny: No problem man dont stress it, wanna beer?

Johnny tips his beer to Joey.

Joey: I'd love to but im on the job.

Joey sets up a tri-pod and takes out his microphone.

Joey: Hello XWF Fans, Im here with Johnny Xtreme and....

Johnny: Leo Fitzpatrick. Owns Fitzpatricks gym in Southie.

Joey: Southie?

Johnny: South Boston. Irish blood, Boston man born and raised. Accent and all.

Leo looks at Joey.

Leo: And proud of it too.

Joey: how do you two know each other?

Johnny opens his mouth but smiles as he hears Leo chuckling.

Leo: Me and this kheds fatha go wayyyyyy back. I knew this khed since the day he was born. Hand to God. I was in the hospital when he was born. He has his fathas Irish good looks and his Mutha's attitude God rest her soul.

Johnny and Leo do the father, the son, and the holy spirit cross on there chest and Johnny takes another sip of his beer.

Leo: So I assume he had the spirit of a fighter at an early age.

Leo: (laughing and taking a haul of his cigarette before passing it to Johnny) You kidding? God we knew he was a fighta at a youmg age. Every fackin week when he was in day cahre his parents always got a call. It was either Johnny hit this khed, or Johnny bit this khed, one time he gave a khed a black eye flr sayin Magic Johnson was bettah then Larry Bird.

Joey: So I guess that means he had the Boston spirit?

Johnny: Listen it doesnt matter where you are. Boston, Quincy, Dorchestah, Eastie, Southie. If you're born in Massachusetts you have the Boston Spirit. Its more valuable then any title.

Joey: So is Leo your trainer?

Johnny: I guess so. I used to go to his Gym after school during highschool. Watch the boxers go at it, the girls work out. And sneak a beer or two from this guys fridge. I flew him out here to help me train for my fight.

Joey: And how're you doin that exactly.

Johnny takes a haul of his smoke.

Leo: See that dummy ova there? (Points to the dummy on the floor)

Joey: yeah,

Leo: well, that dummy has pin points on his body. Six on the left arm, six on the right, ten on each lrg, twelve on the chest and back, 4 on the neck, and six on the skull. And inside the chest plate of the dummy is a little wireless adapter that connects on my computer that shows damage to the limbs and body and the damage percentage shows the possibility of what injury to what limb could happen. For example.

Leo shows his computer screen to Joey

Leo: 35 percent to the left side of the brain, 59 percent damage to the right side, and 74 percent to the jaw. In a match with Brian Braxton with that type of damage he could suffer a broken, fractured, or dislocated Jaw. Minor to mild brain damage. And thats just what Johnny did with his hands and determination. Once the weapons come into play we could have a dead wrestler in the ring.

Joey: So Johnny you call yourself Xtreme. Hardcore. The king of Rejects. The way you talk and your actions could be concidered psychotic. But Brian Braxton is also claimed to be Psychotic and a mad man. Which one of you actually is a Psycho?

Johnny: (taking a drag of his smoke) which one do you think is a Psycho.

Joey: (Gulps) well with all due respect Braxton would have probably killed me if I mistoke some one else for him as where you dismoissed it.

Johnny:....ok, I see your point. What youre saying is, is if you make one wrong move I should snap and hurt you. That would make me a psycho. Well I have a different definition of a psycho. Braxton will start a fight anytime, anywhere, will snap on anyone and do anything to that person. Thats not psychotic. He's not psychotic. He's stupid. Whats the point in starting fights anywhere. I mean STARTING them anywhere is dumb. Because if its not in a ring, youre just asking to go to jail for a long time. I dont think he's psychotic. I think he's an idiot with an anger issue.

Joey: so whats the difference between you and him?

Johnny: Me, well what makes me psychotic is, is I hold everything in. All my anger, and frustration from anyone and anything. And I let the thoughts pour in. I asses the situation. For example, im in an Xtreme rulez match which means I can do anything shy of murder. Ive already figured out what im gunna do, when im gunna do it, and how im gunna do it. Ever since ive been told about the match, ive been planning. Ive asked the people who set up my match to add a few things to the match. Now Im staring at you but im picturing Braxton. Bloody...drool pouring out of his mouth, chunks of his hair missing, eyes glazed over, babbling and mumbling to himself. Leg bent one way while his arm is popped out of his socket. See he just goes into the ring and just goes without a plan. I heard him say he wants to break my neck. Cute. See he wants to go straight for the kill. Me on the other hand....I want to hjrt him badly to the point where death is a wet dream for him.

Joey: well what is going to fuel you for the match?

Johnny: Honestly? It sounds dumb. But he called me the king of losers. Im not. Im the King Of Rejects.

Joey: (Smirking) is there a difference?

Johnny: (in a know-it-all angty voice) Yeah, Asshole there is. And maybe if you shut your fuckin mouth and listen ill explain it to you so you can get it in your thick, jaded, one track mind.

Joey shuts up and looks alarmed.

Johnny: Now Rejects are the kids who were cast aside. People like punks, goths, outcasts, people who didnt follow the mainstream. See if you didnt listen to the new rap or pop music, or by the 50 dollar shirt 40 dollar pants and 250 dollar sneakers you where Rejected by the preps, the populars, the people who folllwed the crowd. You where shit on, concidered the lowest of the low. Not worth the time of day. Now my friends, my friends didnt care. (Raises his voice) The just wanted to play hackey sacl, smoke butts, Drink, and listen to Manson, and the Sex Pistols. Which is what life is all about (Raises voice some more) But it pissed me off that the sluts and the assholes who dressed and acted preppy had the fuckin stones to look down on us while they got pregnant and took hard drugs while fucking anything with an aeropostle shirt on. Thats why when I got into wrestling I took the nickname King Of Rejects. So I could show the world Rejects like me dont take getting looked down on to kindly. (Pretty much yelling) AND FOR THAT PIECE OF SHIT TO CALL ME THE KING OF LOSERS NOT ONLY INSULTS ME BUT INSULTS ANYONE WHO WEARS PIERCINGS AND TATTOOS WITH PRIDE WHILE BEING SHIT ON IN THE WORLD!!!! SO WHEN IM IN MY MATCH I WILL MAKE HIM EAT HIS WORDS. I WILL MAKE HIM REGRET CALLING ME THE KING OF LOSERS!!!

Leo gets up and puts his hands on Johnnys shoulders

Leo: Easy killer, save it for the ring.

Johnny takes one last haul of his cigarette before putting it out.

Johnny: we're not losers, we're far more superior then half of the people in the world. Win, Lose, or Draw im getting that point across his head. Im makimg sure Brian knows that This Reject is not someone to fuck with. He'll understand. He could win our match but I can promise he wont be walking up that ramp after the match....and for you to say is there a difference in that cocky know-it-all tone of voice.

Johnny breaks eye contact with Joey disgusted.

Johnny: Makes you as stupid and as fuckin jaded and stuck up as the rest of them.....this interview is over. Now get the fuck out before I give you a first hand example of what im gunna do to Braxton in my match.

Joey qjietly gets up, collects his things, and silently leaves.

Johnny: (talking to himself) hold it in....hold it in...hold it in.

Leo: Easy Johnny Boy, dont let that fackin Bahney get to you. Now lets get some ground work going. I wanna see hard stomps and sharp knees on your downed opponent. And Ill be ring side with you to make sure you get your point across in your match.

Johnny gets up and walks over to the dummy stomping it as hard as he can.

Johnny: Thanks (STOMP) Leo. I can always (STOMP) count (STOMP) on you. (STOMP) (STOMP) (STOMP)

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