The screen shows an empty training facility with one light around the lone wrestling ring. At one of the corners sat a lone figure, their face hidden by their hood, with their wrestling gear on. As the camera neared, the figure started chuckling, then he spoke.

"All my life, I was never "THE GUY" people thought would make it. I'm small compared to the bigger names. They said I wouldn't last a week let alone a day in training, I lasted 3 years while working the Japanese circuit. I was trained by the because they saw heart, they saw promise, they saw something worth investing their time in. They basically saw a guy who wanted to get better everyday and trains everyday. The bookers and writers saw something to work with over time continuously. However, the corporate big wigs never thought I would be a big draw but I made them think again. I made them see that the goose had laid a golden egg, but... suddenly as we neared what could've been, everything changed for the worse. FFA has become my saving grace because this company can and will make what should've been. I know that when one door closes, another one is opened up with dynamite. Its just a matter of lighting the fuse."

He lifted his head slightly, just enough to reveal a guy with a scruffy look. As the camera backed away and started to fade, he hope up and started running rope to rope. Then, there was blackness.