A hooded man stood in a dark room as a lone spotlight shined over him. Though his shrouded visage could not be identified directly, it was no secret who he was, the self-proclaimed future conqueror of LWL. Cyrus sipped at a fine looking wine glass as the camera focused slightly closer on the hooded man. He took one more sip before finally speaking.
"It's been a long time since I've cast off the former name in which I lived under the shadow of and named myself the man destined to conquer this company. Too long in fact. However, everything is slowly starting to work in my favor." He turned and started to walk away, the light following him to a large chair which he took a seat. "The shows have once again merged to one single night, making the ability to hit my marks even easier." Cyrus paused as he reached for a can of soda and poured it into the wine glass.
"There are many on my list that will soon enough fall to the conqueror of LWL. The former champion of course, is at the top of that list. I will soon make an example out of this man.. the Mad Hatter, eventually. This mad man, it will be a personal pleasure when I crush him under my boots. Then there is of course the current champions. The king, as strong as you are, I will dethrone you. The ever valiant Scarlet Knight, who I will be facing tonight." The hooded man grins widely and sips from his glass. "Tonight I will be painting the ring as red as your name implies before I take the championship away from you. Finally, the one that doesn't fit the list, there is this... maniac with a sledgehammer. I can't wait til the night of our destined match, where I bring your own hammer down upon your head. And that... that will be the night I have conquered this worthless company!" He stands from his chair and quickly downs the rest of the glass. Finishing it, he throws it down to the ground, shattering the glass. The self-proclaimed Suicidal Conqueror then throws back his hood and raised his hand, holding out his middle finger directly in front of the camera before muttering one last phrase. "******** the world.."
"It's been a long time since I've cast off the former name in which I lived under the shadow of and named myself the man destined to conquer this company. Too long in fact. However, everything is slowly starting to work in my favor." He turned and started to walk away, the light following him to a large chair which he took a seat. "The shows have once again merged to one single night, making the ability to hit my marks even easier." Cyrus paused as he reached for a can of soda and poured it into the wine glass.
"There are many on my list that will soon enough fall to the conqueror of LWL. The former champion of course, is at the top of that list. I will soon make an example out of this man.. the Mad Hatter, eventually. This mad man, it will be a personal pleasure when I crush him under my boots. Then there is of course the current champions. The king, as strong as you are, I will dethrone you. The ever valiant Scarlet Knight, who I will be facing tonight." The hooded man grins widely and sips from his glass. "Tonight I will be painting the ring as red as your name implies before I take the championship away from you. Finally, the one that doesn't fit the list, there is this... maniac with a sledgehammer. I can't wait til the night of our destined match, where I bring your own hammer down upon your head. And that... that will be the night I have conquered this worthless company!" He stands from his chair and quickly downs the rest of the glass. Finishing it, he throws it down to the ground, shattering the glass. The self-proclaimed Suicidal Conqueror then throws back his hood and raised his hand, holding out his middle finger directly in front of the camera before muttering one last phrase. "******** the world.."
