This segment was happening in a dark room with nothing but a single lamp in the center of the room which revealed a simple steel chair, this feed was being uplinked right to the titantron and towards the fans and for their mystery, Unforgiven III by Metallica was playing lowly and echoing in the room, maybe an old radio was playing that, it did not matter for the moment. A twisted voice was heard through the PA, following the rhythm of the song, speaking coldly and in a way, it had an horror-based tone, this meaning, that it seemed soothing yet as similar to a psychopath's voice.

"Well, it seems that people have been wondering nowadays what I am. What I've become, what I preach, what I follow. Media, Internet, everyone wants to know the madness behind the face."

As those words were spoken, the crowd went on trying to think about who it was until the figure revealed itself by sitting down elegantly in the middle of the whole room, under the only source of light in that room, right leg folded on top of the left one and the arms folded elegantly as the face paint was that famous by having been the Crow's facepaint in the movie by the same title. But without the paint and even with it, looking closely it was Andrew Styles sitting there, the 6'2'' wrestler known by the moniker of The True Crimson.

His face was blank of emotion, leaving the facepaint to be the only emotion settled with the lip paint and slight black smile across the lips, he coughed once to get his voice really into this segment as someone unknown was filming this with the perfect angle as to capture the mysterious aura of this entire darkness along with Andrew sitting in the middle or maybe the camera was simply left there.

"So, to answer you, I create this segment, enlightening everyone of what I am and what I do. I am Andrew styles, The True Crimson. What I do is hurt people, make blood drip, try to beat everyone even if sometimes not successful. I leave my home and get on the road every time that I'm needed and when I am called. To do everything."

Andrew paused speaking to straighten himself a bit, his gloved hands placed against each other for the moment as he glanced away from the camera, maybe thinking on what to say next.

"No one knows what my story is, despite everything you saw. I'll give it to you. I started out as the next wannabe kid in this ring, I proved my worth, became the Crimson City Champion, first ever at that. Now, my reign was cut short by three pests, might I put into specific terms, three cockroaches. Opportunity for revenge was not offered to me for the matter and my path went narrow and dark."

He paused speaking with a light laugh and a cough as if he was finding amusement in telling how he felt and how his story was trully like in his head.

"All the time in the hospital, I wanted to be in the ring but doctors tried to stop me, foolish people. Then came the backstage war, a mask did the trick for me as I managed to get a win on there. I got to the first Sanguine Finale with nothing but defeat, broken face, nose, you name it, I had been the runner-up. In that period, all I ever had fought for turned to dust. I've lost my own way of being. That is where my period with Blckjack started, the oil to the cogs of madness had been spilled. And for a while, that worked, indeed, my friends. Until, his promises were only vain words. I showed everyone that I didn't need to be under the wings of Blackjack to be mad."

His glance turned to the camera and a sinister smile crossed his lips, his hazel brown eyes could be scary with that little of light. The camera did not move one bit, maybe it was on a plain surface, who knows?

"Once again, I carved my path on that ring and went on winning again, each time, better and stronger. Until I fell short once again in the second Sanguine Finale. Once again, I let defeat be the only thing available as a simple distraction, cost me everything. In my head, all I felt was the sorrow, the pain, the madness. My head ticking like a bomb, just ready to explode. Now, I am paired up with the freak known by Omen."

An heavy sigh came through his lips as he rose up promptly and kicked the chair, his head was touching the small hanging lamp as he glanced to it and simply toyed with it by rubbing his head on it.

"I don't need anyone to help me to the top, all I am to that freak is an assistance. If it works, yay, if it doesn't, oh pity. I'll just have to go on again. But my terminal point is: Will you ever see the Andrew Styles you knew and loved?"

He let out an evil laugh as he promptly grabbed the lamp with the left hand, putting it away from his head at this point which covered most of the light source.

"Good question, indeed. This was the story of a man's madness. Fabulae de Viri Furoris."

After having that said, he promptly made the lamp swing back and punched it, making the whole room go dark, glass shattering sounds audible and a simple laugh heard as the titantron went back to normal, this resuming the show for tonight.