Is he going to be okay?

Sir, please back off we're trying to help him. He's had a lot of damage to the ribs tonight. From what we can tell he has two broken ribs, but it's not certain yet. We need you to leave the room.

I'll be back bro, okay?

Hey, I'm fine...Jake Turbulance did nothing.

He coughs again. A concerned Joe leaves the room and sees his friend Josh standing there.

How is he?

Bad. Get your camera.

Joe walks down the hall as Josh carries a camera with him. After a little while of walking, they are right outside where the masses are waiting for wrestlers to come out. Joe smiles at the fans who recognize him from his other days. Josh sets up the camera.

I think first off I should talk about my match at Slaughter. Let's see. I fought a fat guy, he tried to put me through a table, didn't work, I beat him cleanly with my finisher. Everything except the table spot is exactly how I knew it'd be. Fat Boy Sampson was #1 of the many many people I'll go through on my quest to become the World Heavyweight Champion. I plan on making an impact here in ASW.

Now while many people SAY they are going to make an impact, I actually did. I won my debut match, and this just an hour or so ago, I grabbed Jake Turbulence high above my head, and dropped him straight into the mat with the Solitaire Unraveling. Turbulence, I didn't think I'd make too many enemies in ASW, I did. I don't like you. You come out, you talk trash, you injure my brother, all for what? The Hardcore title? You're pathetic. I attacked you, not to make an impact per se, but I wanted to punch you in the mouth. I did that, and more. I made you realize why no one is going to forget me. See if you had problems with my brother, I could have just backed off. He can fight his own battles. That's why he's undefeated. Sure, he had a draw against you, but that's not a loss is it? No. But you just HAD to comment towards me. Sure maybe you weren't intentionally trying to insult me, but I don't like people talking trash. Especially if they can't back it up. Jake, if you can't beat my brother, you'd NEVER be able to beat me.

Now, speaking of people who will never beat me, I move onto my opponent for this week. Zub Scott. Zubby! You didn't say much. You told me to bring my NJ ass to the ring so I can see what a Chicago man can do. Wasn't Chicago a broadway musical? Aren't the Chicago Cubs the team with Sammy Sosa who had to cork a bat to win? Damn Chicago sucks. NJ has one up over Chicago, and that's me. I have been placed in this match for the exact opposite of what you said. Somebody at the front office has to like me to give me the week off! Sure, I have to go to the ring, beat you effortlessly, and then leave, but it's essentially the same thing. Now I'd say more, but there's not much to say. I don't like to ramble on. There's more pressing measures at hand. So Zubby, remember this. Slaughter is the correct term for our match. You will be slaughtered and I'll be just like my brother and my best friend Judgement: undefeated. But hey, I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know.

Joe ends his promo then to take his mind off his brother, starts signing autographs as the scene fades.