*Storm Harrison is backstage talking to a caterer*
Storm Harrison: Yeah, I love to cook. I made a really great marinade for some chicken. You just let the chicken marinate for about a day, put it in a roasting pan with some onions and garlic and cook it for forty minutes or so. Fantastic!
Caterer: You'll have to give me the recipe. I'd love to try it out. I'm always looking for something new.
SH: I'd be happy to. I - *Storm is suddenly hit from behind. He falls into the catering table, tossing food all over the floor. He is grabbed by the hair by Johnny Young who throws Storm face first into a wall. Johnny quickly grabs a fire extinguisher and stands there until Storm starts to get up.*
Johnny Young: Get up, you little punk!
*Storm gets to his feet, dazed. He stumbles forward and hits a stairwell door. It pops open slightly. Before he can move away from it, Johnny blasts Storm in the side of the head with the extinguisher. Storm falls backwards through the door and tumbles down the stairs. Johnny walks through the door and looks down at Storm, twisted and unconscious at the bottom of the flight of stairs. Johnny looks back at the camera and smiles.*
JY: Just had to do a little house cleaning. Sorry Storm but you aren't going to fit into Johnny Young's NRWL anymore. You're too nice. You aren't mean enough. I've noticed something lately. Things have gotten awfully rough around here. A lot of no holds barred matches, steel cages, tables, chairs, ladders, sledge hammers, and even backstage brawls. So far, I've handled myself pretty well. It's time to refocus! As the star of the NRWL, I feel it is necessary to lead this new wave into the future. Under my influence, I can ensure this more ruthless style of wrestling goes the way it should. I am the toughest around. I've proven it. You know what though? There's someone else who thinks they can hang in the hardcore realm. I'm talking about Slugger Malone. We'll see what you've got, Malone, because you and I are going to meet each other in an extreme rules match. Anything goes. We'll see who is the toughest!
*Johnny looks back down the stairwell.*
JY: Hey! Someone get maintenance over here. There's a pile of trash at the bottom of the stairs.
*Johnny walks away. Storm is seen at the bottom of the stairs, still motionless.*
