The room is dark. Pitch black. A few seconds later, a dim light starts to flash. It flickers above Joey Hawkins. He is seen sitting on a bed in an undisclosed location. His silhouette is only shown. You can see nothing of his face. He starts to laugh in a weird manner. In a manner that is unlike Hawkins' usual laugh. The light begins to flicker in a fast pace. Then, in an even faster pace from before, it finally goes out. The room is pitch black once again. Then, a TV turns on to static. It shows static for about two minutes before changing to Monday Night Madness. It looks to be an older episode.

"June 16th, 2014", comes a whisper from Joey Hawkins.

The light above Hawkins starts to flicker again. This time at a slow pace.

"It was the day that I beat you, Robert Zi."

Hawkins starts to laugh in the same manner that he was laughing in before.

"I delivered the Heavy Heat, and you were done, 1...2...3.... What a powerful maneuver it was, Robert."

The light finally turns all the way on. The room is fully bright, and you can see that it's a hotel room somewhere in Las Vegas.

"You see, I like taking things to the extreme, you must understand. Putting people through flaming tables, throwing people off of ladders, breaking a chair over somebody's head are some of things I like to do to my opponents. I also never run away from any challenge, no matter if the odds aren't in my favor. I don't care whatever the fuck you think of me, Robert. You're saying this will be my toughest match yet? No way. No fuckin' way. Go ahead and try to make yourself look good. Jobber Joe puts up a better fight than you do. However, you are right when you say I'm not in your league. 'Cause your league is the shit league. You know, the league with people like Shelby Cobra and that shithead Jacob from TRHP in it. Remember when I speared you so hard that one of your boots came off and flew into the crowd? You probably don't because you have such a fucking swelled head. 'Hello, I'm Bobby Zi and I'll pin you with the Dream Crusher because I'm such a boss.' Seriously dude, shut the fuck up. And I don't need your jerk off friend vouching for you on how you're such a pro. I can beat that fucking prick in about thirty seconds. You call yourself 'devastating'? I can think of other words to describe you. 'Pathetic', ' ', 'Moronic'. Anything but 'devastating'. "

"Has anyone ever told you that you're old news? Have you even competed against some of the bigger names in this business? Do you even know what the fuck you're talking about? Just face it, Robert. You're out of commission. You've had your chance. Why don't you just leave the XWF all together? I know I left the XWF, and that was the dumbest mistake I ever made. And now that bitch Mastermind can't stop bragging about how he put me into my 'semi-retirement'. That can go suck a dick. But, let's not get off topic here."

The room becomes incredibly dark once again. The TV turns off. The camera fades to black. The words "The era of Joey Hawkins 2.0 is upon you, Bobby Zi." flash on the screen in red letters. They go away after about ten seconds. The screen then shows a highlight of Joey Hawkins spearing Bobby Zi. The highlight repeats itself three times. The screen then fades back to black. Then, the screen shows another highlight, this time of Joey Hawkins pinning Bobby Zi for a three count. The same words in red letters pop up on the screen again. The screen fades to black once more. This time it's permanent.

"It's upon you" Hawkins whispers.