The crackling and popping of burning wood is heard as we fade in on the scene... The walls are made of rock, decorated with several pictures. One of a tiger, scenic vistas, flowers. A man is sitting in a red Victorian style chair. A wooden tobacco pipe is dangling from his mouth, smoke billows up from it. His slipper covered feet are hanging above a bear skin rug. He uncrosses and crosses his legs a few times, they are covered just above the knee's by a bathrobe. The bathrobe is made of blue velvet with leopard trim. The man is squinting a at open black book in his hands, held near his lap. His eyes dart around at the words in the book, before he catches a glance of the camera. His eyes widen slightly, he glances at the book, then back at the camera. Acting a bit surprised, he closes the novel, and grabs the pipe with two fingers, removing it from his mouth, the billow of smoke drawing a line in the air...

"..Oh hey, I didn't seeya there, I'm Freakshow"

Freakshow put's the book down on a faded wood end table, on the table is a bottle of scotch, along with several glasses surrounding it. One of them half empty. He then turns back towards the camera, clasping his hands on his lap.

"You may or may not know me, and more likely than not you do, quite frankly, it's a matter that doesn't concern me.." He smiles wryly, his raspy, yet somewhat smooth sound voice fills the room, " But I realize, wrestling fans who are exclusive to FFA, may need some filling in as to who I am" Freak pauses, taking a puff out of the pipe, he stifles a bit of a cough. "I cannot explain the lengths of my career in the time given to me..Do know... That I do not forget"

"A year ago, maybe two.. It all goes by fast to someone as busy as myself.. I made my debut in this federation," He leans back in his chair, as if trying to recall what happened. "I had a match with an opponent.. Who's-" Freak paused, trying to think of the right word, "Natural jealousy and low class did not allow him to like me... As it will with many of the audience members,"

He chuckled lightly, "I had a match with him...," Freak snorted a bit, a sneer crept onto his face for a moment, "Infact, before I ventured here, I had several matches with him, as one would expect from someone of his upbringing, he was not a good sport, not a gentleman like myself, if you will" He runs his hand through his bleached blond hair. "And up to that point, it was our highest stakes match..." Freak looked down, with a bit of disgust, nose wrinkling, brow raised. "We had battled across the country, this was by far our most important. Trained by the best, more skilled, talented, and younger than I am now, one could easily assume I would be the winner,"

"And if I had won that match, take my word... There would have been a guarantee each and everyone of you watching FFA would know my name. For I am, if anything, a man of my word" A subtle change in tone was present, his voice raising and lowering, sounding a bit off. "I have wrestled in every major promotion, I have years of experience under my belt. I have traveled the world, so if I tell you I am a man of my word, you will agree... I haven't forgotten the means by which you won that match, that your lengthy reign was kickstarted by a tainted victory" He grinned, head turned downwards, looking up at the camera.

"I haven't forgotten... I hope you haven't either,"

He grabbed his shot glass, holding it up.

"Cheers"