The scene opens, with Joey sitting low in a chair, in the centre of an otherwise empty room. Darkness surrounds him, apart from the flickering shards of light, which pierce in through the open windows, creating an eerie outline of Joey’s frame, bent over in the chair, head in his hands.

The damp tiled floor shimmers, as bits of paper and trash float across it in the chilly draft. Joey looks up into the camera, and unveils a huge black eye, visible even in the dim scene.

‘I’ve been training….’

Joey smiles a sinister smile, the kind adorned by those who enjoy pain, either giving or receiving. It’s a proud smile, as if he has proven something.

‘Harrington. Although you decided on taking me out of the intercontinental tournament, I couldn’t be happier. Even though you destroyed my chance of becoming the first champion, I couldn’t be more excited. Despite the fact that you made me look a fool in front of a rookie like Alex Knight, falsely accusing me of screwing Kash, and thus ripping away a chance of getting more recognition…..I’m still smiling.’

Indeed, he is, the grin getting wider as he says it.

‘You see, you still gave me one thing. You gave me the one man I had been pining for since I lost my TV Title. You gave me Dave Harley. And whats more, you gave me him in a handicap match, with his title on the line.’

Joey shifts in his chair, a cocky expression across his face, smiling into the camera, stretching back as if he has not a care in the world.

‘I’m the first to admit I don’t know much about extreme. I’m no Shaman, I’m not even a Mick Foley…. thankfully….. I’ve never been a hardcore icon, I couldn’t, not with a face like mine. You see, despite all my tremendous wrestling skills, I still have a body to keep intact, what would the ladies say?’

Even in the darkness, Joey slimily rubs his body, as if trying to seduce the camera. He smiles once more, rubbing the back of his neck, and continues.

‘And that’s what I mean when I say I’ve been training. Training for the pain, training for the pressure…training for the blood and sweat, and training for the glory! Because on Monday Night, that’s what I plan on getting, despite Enigma, a man whom I respect, being in the match. I’ll fight if I have to, stable mate or not.’

Joey stops, and looks down, wondering if he has said the wrong thing, wanting to take it back.

‘But for now, I have to keep training. No rest for the wicked, and after my training, wicked is one thing I’ll be….

Make Way, For Joey K’

The scene fades out as a small trickle of blood escapes from Joey’s bruised eye.