(A dark clouds swarms above the heads of many in this area. The area of Hartford, Connecticut where most are rich, and others work for the rich. The streets have been coated with a darkened contrast caused by the thunder clouds brewing in the late afternoon sky. Lighting flashes within the cloud radiating the sky with a bright glitter of white. Vague rumblings can be heard sounding almost a few seconds after the strike of lightning. Although a short lag afterwards, distinguishing the distance of the storm, the thunder is never late or overdue to it's strand of lighting. Rain begins to softly drop from the sky, not showering, just drizzling as if a preview of things to come. It seems like a ghost town since not a living soul is visible anywhere down the street covered with an unsettling silence, all except the sound of rain drops hitting the asphalt, of course. Suddenly, in the distance, a small automobile approaches after turning a left. As the slow moving car grows towards the landmark, it is now revealed that the brand is a purple Plymouth prowler; from past events, we know this belongs to Danny Starr. The rain patters the surface of his car, but drips down like a house roof due to it's narrow shaped nose. The car slows and finally stops at a driveway, possibly Danny's residence.)

I remember the day I met Nate. I'm sure he went by the simple name of "Phenom" which would later become his tag line name. Those were good times, back in the YDRWF. I could remember the classic rivalry between myself and Cactus Dennis, when I initially beat him in a barbed wire match. The PCW was when Nate found his prime. The true moment of fame and glory for Hartman when he ruled over the fed like a paper champion, which he always was. My friends, those were some golden times. I remember hitting Phenom with a car, then proceeding to tie him up naked to a pole.

(The car is parked in the driveway now, and Danny Starr is just sitting in the drivers seat reminiscing about his past. As the rain builds up on his wind shield, it's disregarded as he stares through without even noticing. A confused look appears on his face, apparently to match his thoughts.)

Perhaps I always disliked Nate Hartman. From day one, even though he was a member of the Foundation of Sensation. We were good friends eventually, because of FOS. That was up until one day when I went over the top with his protégée, Galaxy.

FLASHBACK

We were discussing business. You see, at the time, Galaxy owned her own promotion called the Flaming Championship Wrestling which handled such wrestlers are Nate, MY protégée, The Bullfather, and other no names with lack of talent. Nate's PCW, and my ICW were planning to merge. However, Nate was hesitant because of Galaxy's refusal to negotiate. I attempted to buy her out, but make her a staff member for ICW, but she wouldn't agree. She liked her FCW the way it was, and I couldn't deal with the lack of respect she was showing for me. That's when I went off the deep end.

Galaxy: I don't want to change anything about Flaming Championship Wrestling . I've worked my ass off for this fed, and I just don't want to give it up.

Danny: Listen Gal, you cannot get attached to this fed that will never take off. Make use of your wrestlers and stop being so damn selfish.

Galaxy: But Danny, I love FCW…

Danny: YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU HEAR ME!? NOTHING!

That's when Galaxy began to cry from my rude awakening. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I couldn't control my anger. I'm not used to not getting my way, especially when it's something I really need. I believe that was power trip number three. Anyway… the next day, I received an email from my FOS pal, Nate Hartman.

Dear Danny Starr,

As a very good friend of Val, she told me everything you said. How she is "nothing" and how FCW is going to die. Well, YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU CANNOT RUN A FED FOR SHIT! YOU ARE A LITTLE COCK SUCKING FAGGOT WHO CANNOT WRESTLE FOR ANYTHING. I TOLD YOU YOUR PROMOS ARE TOO LONG AND NO ONE WANTS TO SIT THERE AND WATCH THEM, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP. I am breaking the deal with ICW, and going with the FCW. So FUCK you, Danny. I QUIT FOS.

Phenomenal One, Nate Hartman

I attempted to patch things up, and we did the same night. So he thought. In fact, ever since that moment when I was "apologizing" I was actually plotting the entire time. Waiting for that moment when I would have my revenge on him for defying my excellence. Months went by, that was when I was talking to him, and he admitted to me he was doing drugs. I gave him the speech about how they are bad, and all that nice stuff, however, he didn't listen. I figured, why plot against a piece of trash like this? It's not even worth it. So I cut off all communications with him. I forgot about that piece of trash, and then I found he was in the HWA. So I followed him there; I made damn sure I cost him the International Championship to my chum, Michael Diamond on a Warzone. He left on injury for months.

I talked to Galaxy just a month ago, and she had told me Nate was in a gang now. I wasn't surprised, but it made me hate him even more. Here we are, trying to make the world a better place, and we have scumbags like this running around our turf? I had to make this world better, by eliminating Hartman. So I found he was in the SFXW, I went there. He left for the HWA, he left wrestling, and sent his brother into the SFWA, so I went for his blood this time. I went for the only thing in this world that means anything to him so possibly I could bring him back, however, yet again, my chances were destroyed. The fed closed before I could make my move… so here we are. The Hardcore Wrestling Alliance. Full Circle.

Judge. You are always in this match with Hartman. You also have history with me. Remember last year, Judge? I believe it was August. I had just won the Last Man Standing tournament, which immediately made me the number one contender for Sett's World Championship. You beat him at that pay per view, and I was set to face you for it on Wednesday Warzone. I obliterated you completely, which I then went on to take your World title and prove I was better. I was always better than you, Judge. Just like the rest of the HWA. I was always better than thou, Hollywood D, Ron Royalty, The Chosen One, Sett, Zack Tyler, Chase Dominek, you name them. I was better. You call this arrogance when in fact it's the truth; and you know it! This Saturday it will be no different from the past, present or future. I will defeat you, and Nate Hartman with my partner from the FOS, the most powerful stable in HWA history, Jason Mysterio. Welcome yourself to the new era of HWA, Judge.

(Danny Starr opens up the car door, which has been soaked with rain… and the rain has stopped. The sun is now out… how long had he been reminiscing? As Danny Starr walks towards the door, our view is forgotten with a merged black.)

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