After the match.

DING DING DING

The announcer: Winner!!!! Johnny X-treme!!!!

The ref raises Johnnys hand in victory. Johnny
looks down at Braxton on the floor. He breaks away
from the ref and stands over Braxton.

Johnny: I TOLD YOU!!! IM HARDCORE!!!! IM
EXTREME!!!!! IM PSYCHOTIC!!!! YOU ARE NEVER
GUNNA BE ON MY LEVEL!!!!!

The ref gets infront of John and pushes him away.
Johnny goes through the ropes, lightly jumps to the
floor. And limps to th backstage.

In the backstage wrestlers are prepairing for their
upcoming matches.

Johnny: Hey, you seen Heyman?

Johnny asks ever wrestler but gets nothing in
responce. Finally he knocks on Pauls office and
find him there stretching.

Johnny: Ready for you match tonight?

Paul: As ready as I'll ever be.

Johnny: (limps to a seat and lights up a smoke) you
see my match?

Paul: Kid, I loved it. The way you executed your
moves out there. I swear...and the way you speared
Braxton....I without thinking
yelled...GORE...GORE...GORE!!!!

Johnny: So you think I had a good match?

Paul: Hey the best one I seen you in yet.

Johnny: Would you say...Its a tile shot worthy
match?

Paul: (Sighs) kid, youre good. You're great, hell you
seem to embody the definition of Hardcore. If I had
you in ECW you would have given any and every
superstar a run for the ECW Title. But this is a new
company. A new Generation. This company doesnt
run on Hardcore Brutality like ECW did. It runs on
talent. Being Hardcore doesnt play a big part in
XWF as ECW did.

Johnny takes a drag of his cigarette and runs his
hands through his hair.

Johnny: Yeah, I guess youre right.

Paul walks over and plants his hand on Johnnys
shoulder.

Paul: Now that doesnt mean you wont recieve a
title shot. But it'll be in due time. When I feel youre
ready. Now I have a few matches booked for you.
Now like I said I love what you do in Hardcore
matches. But, lets see how you handle a single one
on one match. No weapons. Just your hands.

Johnny: you say no weapons.....Bu in the wise
words of Jerry Lawler "Its only Illegal if you get
caught by the Ref"

Paul: Could have been a great ECW star.

Johnny: Thanks Heyman. Hey, who am I versing
anyway?

Paul: Oh, Uh, Gamegenie.

Johnny:.....alright Paul, Brace yourself. But I think
we need Mandatory shrinks in XWF. I mean I just
beat a Sociopath with Anger issues in a match with
deadly weapons....Now im fighting a schitzophrenic
who talks to NES creaures.

Paul looks down at Johnnys knee seeing it swollen.

Paul: Kid, are you sure you're even able to compete
next week? That knee looks wrecked.

Johnny: Eh, I maybe Gimped for now. But by next
week if I keep a knee brace, Ice, and a steady dose
of Novacane around. I'll be ready fo my match.

Johnny walks out of the office and is heading to His
locker to get his stuff and to head to his hotel. One
of the Brotherhood is carring Braxton to his locker
room giving Johnny a mean stink face.

Johnny: (under his breath) Shouldnt have fought
me.

John walks to his locker, grabs his bag and is right infront of the arena door when all of a sudden he hears a few backstage workers talking,

Backstage woker 1: Ok man, we need 500 flyers for this pay-per-view. We already have the promos set up for tv. But we need these flyers. Just make copies of this.

The worker hands the other worker a flyer.

Johnny: Shit, my first pay-per-view match....Things are looking up.

Johnny walks up to the workers with a smile and pats them on the back.

Johnny: Fella's lemme look at the flyer lemme see how good I look.

Johnny looks down at the flyer and studies it. His smile turns into a look of confusion.

Johnny: Hey there seems to be a misprint. Im not on this flyer.

Backstage worker 2: Uhh, well....how do I put this....

Backstage worker 1: Johnny...

Johnny: It's Mr.X-treme. My friends call me Johnny.

Backstage worker 1: Mr.Xtreme...you arnt on the card for the pay-per-view.

Johnny:.....Excuse me?

Backstage worker 2: Sorry man, we dont make the matches. Maybe you werent good enough to make the card.

Johnny turns around slowly and faces the other backstage worker.

John:.....Not good enough? (Angry voice) NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!!!

Johnny sinks his knee into the backstage workers chest. The worker doubles over in pain. Johnny delivers an elbow to the back of the worker as he falls to his knees. Johnny turns back around to the other worker and plants his shoe right into his chest. The worker falls to the ground and before he can get up John kicks him in the head.

Johnny: HEYMAN!!!!!!

John marches down to Paul Heymans office and starts pounding on the door.

Johnny: Paul, open up. We got a serious problem....(no responce) PAUL!!!!!

A worker passes by and notices.

Worker: Mr.Heyman is in his match right now. He's not in.

Johnny looks back at the XWF worker. Enraged and Angry but trying to keep his composure John walks up to him and mutters a thanks as he storms out of the arena, gets in his rental car and goes back to his hotel.

THE NEXT DAY!!!

The sun is shining bright as 3:00 P.M rolls around. Johnny enters the arena with his black and red tripp pants,red Skull jersey and converse. He walks by the janitors sweeping up tje important people making XFW run smoothly. He makes his way to Paul Heymans office knocking on the door.

Paul: Come in.

Johnny walks into his office and closes the door before sitting down on the sofa.

Paul: There he is, hey Hardcore legend how about you keep the violence in the ring next time huh? I dont need you beating up my staff.

Johnny: I have a problem.

Paul: and that is?

Johnny: Your top hardcore Superstar isnt on the card for the Pay-Per-View.

Paul: We're still working on the card. You may or may not be in it.

Johnny: if I am in a match for the Pay-Per-View great. If im not...I'll still show up.

Paul: Excuse me?

Johnny: I told you, im here to make an Impact. What better way then to crash the pay-per-view.

Paul: And how exactly are you going to do that hmm?

Johnny: The XWF Xtreme title is defended 24/7, 365 days a year, Am I wrong?

Paul:....You're right....where are you going with this?

Johnny: Say I wait until after the Xtreme title match. Four people beat the shit out of each other. The winner is tired, beaten, and bloody. I come in with a ref. Beat the winner down. Get the belt. And go home happy, a win for me and a win for Madness.

Paul: hey, do what you want. But focus on your match first. If you think you can capture the title far be it from me to stop you. But whatever happens to you good or bad is on you!

Johnny gets up and nods his head and walks out of the arena

END