It's a quiet summer night in Boston Massachusetts. There are cars parked outside of the local Armory. Inside chairs are filled with screaming fans as the dim lights are focused on the dirty wrestling ring filled with trash thrown in by drunken fans. Inside the ring an old man in a ref uniform is calling the match the best he can as a large man in his mid forties in red trunks is battling it out with a 23 year old kid in black and green shorts. Blood gushing from both wrestlers as th forty year old wrestler weilding a chair runs at the young man holding a barbed wire 2x4.

Man In Red: DIE!!!

The man in red throws a powerful chair shot which the kid ducks. The man turns around and is caught with a powerful blow to the stomach with the 2x4.

Kid in Green: You think you're beating me? Allow me to open your eyes to the truth.

The Kid gets behind the man as he falls to his knees and rakes the wire across his opponents eyes and fore head.

Announcer 1: Ouch, Looks like blood is just pouring out of Dylan Selleck's face

Announcer 2: Yeah, I Think Johnny might take it home again.

The man we now know as Dylan screams in pain and loads an elbow to the kid we know as Johnny's stomach. Johnny stumbles back in pain as Dylan slowly gets back to his feet. But before he's at a stable position Johnny gets right back on the attack.

Johnny: This is the part...

Johnny kicks Dylans leg out from under him making Dylan kneel.

Johnny: Where you die!

Johnny grabs Dylans head and snapsdon delivering a cheap DDT. Dylan is on the ground in pain as Johnny gets up and starts beating his chest.

Johnny: Ex-Treme, Ex-Treme, Ex-treme.

Crowd: EX-TREME, EX-TREME, EX-TREME!!!!

Announcer 1: Looks like Johnny has decided to end this match.

Announcer 2: It's about time, he has this whole crowd fired up.

Dylan groggily gets up, blood in his eyes. Johnny and Dylan run at each other, Johnny Ducks the clothesline loaded up by Dylan and they each bounce off of sepereate ropes coming back to each other. Johnny ducks and slams his entire shoulders into Dylans gut, sendng Dylan falling onto the mat knocked out. Johnny goes for the cover.

Ref: 1...2...3

Ring Announcer: WINNER...AND STILL B.T.W HARDCORE CHAMPION!!! JOHNNY X-TREME!!!

the kid in green and black shorts get's his hand raised in victory as he is handed his Hardcore title

Announcer 1: Jesus Can anyone stop this kid?

Announcer 2: I don't know. He holds the B.T.W record of being the Hardcore Champion 7 months and running. And he also holds the record of most title defenses in a title run seeing he defends his title at every show. Thats 3 times a week!!!

Johnny grabs his title and throws his hand in the air giving a dominant yell as he walks back to the locker room with the drunk fans screaming his name.

Grabbing a towel in the locker room John wipes the blood from his face as a hand pats his back. He turns around to see his friend fellow B.T.W indie wresttler Luke Hallow.

Luke: Good match man, I heard Cris wants to talk to you.

Johnny: Thanks for the heads up. After your match we'll grab a beer. im buying.

Luke waved to off as Johnny walked into te small office of the B.T.W owner Cris. He walked inside to see Cris talking to a medium height man a little on the heavy side with a pony tail.

Johnny: Hey Cris, I heard you wanted to talk to me

Cris: Hey Johnny just the man I wanted to see, Take a seat,

John sits down on the steel chair infront of Cris.

Cris: Johnny, Meet Paul Heyman.

Johnny: (Shaking Paul's hand.) Nice to meet you.

Paul: Pleaser you meet you.

Cris: Johnny you've been a big help putting B.T.W on the indie map. You've been with us for over a year and a half. You've helped us establish a fan base and t-shirts and other merchandise rolling.You've been a big help andit seems like you're drawing attention to a lot of people and Mr.Heyman is one of them.

John looks confused.

Paul: You see John I help run one of the biggest wrestling federations in the U.S. Xtreme Wrestling Federation. And we relate to all markets. We have the High-Flyers, The tough guys, we have the Hero's and the Villans. We like to think of our shows in XFW as a live action packd movie. Except al the stunts are real. Now, just like a movie we have our Beginning and our Climax's. But what we need more of is our Car Crashes and explosions. And thats where you come in.

Johnny: I dont get it. When you say you need a car crash like me, you mean you need someone to entertain the crowd. Keep them on their feet until the Main Eventers come and take the show away.

Paul: Exacty. Now, that doesnt mean you will be a car crashforever. We see you win matches and improve and we bump you up. But we need more Hardcore in our Federation and I'll behonest. I like what I see with you. You remind me of Old ECW. And we would love it if you brought your Hardcore, ECW-type, risky violence to XWF.

Johnny: I don't know man. Do you have something I can read fist. Like a contract?

Paul: Of course.

Paul places a clip board with a XWF contract infront of Johnny.

Paul: This just says if you sign with us you will wrestle when we want you to. Do appearences to Make-a-Wish foundation or anywhere that is willing to pay to have you. You pick any sponsors that you want if any are inerested in you. You do segments when we want, 3 weeks paid vaction every 6 months. Paid leave if you get injured, Hotel room and air expence paid by the XWF and on the last page you will see what we are willing to offer you for a contract.

Johnny looked at the back page and smiled.

Johnny: All this just to come to a new territory and bust some new heads in? Im In.

Paul: (Laughed) Thats the Spirit. Cris if you dont mind I'd like to fly with our new superstar to the next XWF show and kind of brief him on what's to be expected of him.

Cris: Okay man, It's been real Johnny.

Johnny: I'll come back, I wont be a stranger.

Johnny packed up his stuff in a duffle bag and hopped in a limo with Paul talking to hi as it sped off to the air port.