After FFA's spectacular opening, and greetings from the announce team. The Pay-Per-View video feed was suddenly cut off. After a brief second of static, a new video appeared on the screen.
The Rot
Soon afterwards, the camera opens up to a view of one of the backstage corridors. Through the backstage appeared lifeless, a whisper rang out, startling the cameraman a bit as he snapped the lens over to the origins of the voice.
"Psst... Over here..."
The view turned to a familiar face sitting on an FFA production crate. The Bad Seed, one half of the infamous iWo, The Monstermind, Johnny Rotten. Perched up on the crate with his arms resting over his knees, he took a deep breath through his nostrils, and casually let it out with a sigh. Without turning his head, Johnny's gaze shot towards the camera. Noticing the man behind the camera seemed a bit nervous, Johnny decided to run with that to start the promo.
"You act like you've seen a ghost.."
Johnny then spun around on his perch, letting his feet hang off the side of the crate. Staring into the camera with a unnervingly stern look.
"Your not scared of ghost... are you?"
Sliding off the crate and now standing in front of the camera, the cameraman nervously shook his head from side to side along with the camera.
"Good! Cause ya know... This whole locker room is full of em'. In fact, I'm facing one tonight."
The camera stood nervously behind he's camera, keeping the shot on Johnny as The Bad Seed took a step closer.
"What?! You don't think I've been watching...? Just cause Good Ol' Johnny hasn't been around for a while, you think I don't know what's going on?"
Johnny let out a sinister laugh as he threw his head back, before snapping it back down, staring intensely into the camera.
"Spoiler Alert Cyrus! The Dream is OVER!"
Johnny grabbed the camera with both hands as he pulled it in close, as if he was getting right in Cyrus' face. Then just as quick as he brought his face into the camera, he pulled it back, looking off to the side in a curious fashion.
"If memory serves me correctly.. You lost the right to call yourself The Dream, to a young buck..."
Johnny took a moment and chuckled in a reminiscing style.
"That actually kinda reminds me of a younger me. Just not as handsome.."
Johnny said holding a hand to his jawline.
"Anyways, that's not the point. My point is this... Last time me and you met I had you fighting just to survive the match, you were washed up then, but now your just a moldy old rag that someone forgot to throw in the wash. Tonight Cyrus I make an example out of you and finish what I started. And if you think you can prove me wrong, then you must still be dreaming."
With that Johnny looked to the ceiling of the hallway, and held his arms out, letting out a wild yell. He then lowered his arms, looked back to the camera, and then smacked the cameraman, and he's camera to the floor. Quickly Johnny began to walk away, one of his feet was visible in the camera's view as he could be heard talking to himself, heading down the corridor.
"Ain't I a stinker?"
The Rot
Soon afterwards, the camera opens up to a view of one of the backstage corridors. Through the backstage appeared lifeless, a whisper rang out, startling the cameraman a bit as he snapped the lens over to the origins of the voice.
"Psst... Over here..."
The view turned to a familiar face sitting on an FFA production crate. The Bad Seed, one half of the infamous iWo, The Monstermind, Johnny Rotten. Perched up on the crate with his arms resting over his knees, he took a deep breath through his nostrils, and casually let it out with a sigh. Without turning his head, Johnny's gaze shot towards the camera. Noticing the man behind the camera seemed a bit nervous, Johnny decided to run with that to start the promo.
"You act like you've seen a ghost.."
Johnny then spun around on his perch, letting his feet hang off the side of the crate. Staring into the camera with a unnervingly stern look.
"Your not scared of ghost... are you?"
Sliding off the crate and now standing in front of the camera, the cameraman nervously shook his head from side to side along with the camera.
"Good! Cause ya know... This whole locker room is full of em'. In fact, I'm facing one tonight."
The camera stood nervously behind he's camera, keeping the shot on Johnny as The Bad Seed took a step closer.
"What?! You don't think I've been watching...? Just cause Good Ol' Johnny hasn't been around for a while, you think I don't know what's going on?"
Johnny let out a sinister laugh as he threw his head back, before snapping it back down, staring intensely into the camera.
"Spoiler Alert Cyrus! The Dream is OVER!"
Johnny grabbed the camera with both hands as he pulled it in close, as if he was getting right in Cyrus' face. Then just as quick as he brought his face into the camera, he pulled it back, looking off to the side in a curious fashion.
"If memory serves me correctly.. You lost the right to call yourself The Dream, to a young buck..."
Johnny took a moment and chuckled in a reminiscing style.
"That actually kinda reminds me of a younger me. Just not as handsome.."
Johnny said holding a hand to his jawline.
"Anyways, that's not the point. My point is this... Last time me and you met I had you fighting just to survive the match, you were washed up then, but now your just a moldy old rag that someone forgot to throw in the wash. Tonight Cyrus I make an example out of you and finish what I started. And if you think you can prove me wrong, then you must still be dreaming."
With that Johnny looked to the ceiling of the hallway, and held his arms out, letting out a wild yell. He then lowered his arms, looked back to the camera, and then smacked the cameraman, and he's camera to the floor. Quickly Johnny began to walk away, one of his feet was visible in the camera's view as he could be heard talking to himself, heading down the corridor.
"Ain't I a stinker?"
