((On Showdown, it goes to a commercial. But first, a promo appears for the HEW Hardcore champion, Zero. The setting is a backlot playground of some deserted housing complex. The sun is setting over the trees. The wind is making it's presence felt. An idle swing sways in the wind, but no one is there to sit in it. Paper scatters into piles, but no one is there to clean it up. The only person there is Zero. His eyebrow ring is reflecting off of the distant sun, shining a bright light for all to see. His hair is colored a contrasting black. He is wearing a Vandlas t-shirt, with cut-off board pants that come down to his shins. He is sitting on the ground, his back propped against a merry-go-round that has fallen to rust and decay. The Hardcore title is draped over a handle of the merry-go-round.
Zero is gazing at the setting sun, taking a drag of his cigarette while running a hand through his spiked hair. A few of the spikes loosen from their holding, but they still stay upright. Zero takes another drag of his cigarette, and then thumps it off to the side. He takes his gaze off of the setting sun, and focuses straight ahead.))

Zero: "I've heard a lot recently. Especially from you Iceman. It seems you have resurfaced from your cave of hibernation once again to begin collecting your trash for your dumpster that you will bring to the ring this Sunday. Well Iceman, why don't you start here. There's plenty of trash to be picked up, but no one is willing. Here would be a good start. Pick up the litter that surrounds this abandoned playground. It would make yourself useful for once.
Iceman, why do you collect things for a match? Being hardcore is not trying to find everything you can for a match. It is improvising. Taking what you have before you, and using it to your advantage. It is about being innovative. Taking simple structures, and using them in a way that they've never been used before. Being hardcore is spontanious, not pre-meditated.
Being hardcore is not trying to be like someone else. You remind me of another wrestler. He wrestles in a lower fed, but it's all the same. He goes by the name Road Dog now. He, too, wanted to be hardcore. He learned the moves, the techniques, but he still wasn't hardcore. And both of you always spell out what you're trying to say. H-A-R...what the hell is that all about? Just say the fucking word. It's not hard. Now, I won't say who's copying who on that matter, but I'll let other people decide for me.
Iceman, what it all boils down to is, I'm hardcore. I represent hardcore in everything that I do and say, because, when someone is what they are, it shows in their actions and thoughts.
But, with you, it is obvious you are like the high-school geek. When you are about to do something that the popular kids are used to doing, you always let it be known that you are about to do it, too. It, for some reason, makes you feel wanted, equal, and for some reason, accepted. But, those popular kids always know what's up. They know who's trying too hard to be something that they're not.
Now, I'm not one to call myself "one of the popular kids", because that is far from the truth. But, I do know when someone is trying to proove they can be like me, and, just like the popular kids, I know when someone's trying too hard to be accepted. Whether it be because they have low self-esteem, no pride, or no character, they are trying to hard. You, Iceman, are trying too hard.

Now, one other thing that I've seen. I seen Wyld Chyld make his appearance. I seen what his motives and additude is. He thinks he's punk? He thinks everyone else is just a poser? I will not delve to far into Wyld Chyld right now, but, Wyld Chyld, if you keep on considering yourself "The God of Punks", you'll meet up with the real, and only, punk rocker of the HEW, real soon. Just let that stay in the back of your head for a while. I understand that you're new, and you haven't had a confrontation of any kind with Zero, but just remember what I said."

((Zero stands up from his sitting position, just as the sun is going down completely behind the trees. He grabs his Hardcore title off of the merry-go-round, and begins to walk off. He takes his last cigarette from his pack out, and lights it. He throws the empty box down, which is instantly greeted by the wind, and blows into the already established pile of trash that is collecting in this vacant backlot playground.))