Nuke sat in a back room, the LWL World Championship upon his lap. The lights were dimmed, and The Prodigy sat still, his shadow beside him unwavering. Looking up at the camera for a second, he smirked and placed his hands on the Championship that was across his legs.
Moments passed as he looked between the gold and the camera. Taking the title from his lap and placing it next to him, he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the camera shot panned in on the LWL World Championship left untouched in the back room.
The shot panned in even further, before fading out to the next segment of the LWL television taping.
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