AND NOW A WORD FROM BISON MBADI
The camera opened up not to the usual brightly lit gym, but a darkened room barren of everything but a folding chair in the center. Bison sat in the chair, hunched down and in silhouette.
"There is a saying... do not wake the sleeping lion. It is a wise saying, to not invite danger to yourself needlessly. The lion is mighty, and reserves its energy. Should you wake it, you get mauled by the now awakened and furious lion."
The silhouette of Bison sat up straight, the camera tilting upward to keep his massive frame in shot.
"I am not a lion, though. In fact, the lion fears me... quakes under my gaze. I am not the lion, I am the bison. The bison whos size and power make his list of predators nearly nonexistent. The mighty bison that sends lions flying into the air with his charge. That, Donny, is what you have invited yourself to. You see... ever since my new awakening... my rebranding... I've been on the hottest streak of my whole career. Even hotter than when I first debuted into the professional wrestling business. Even those who want to hate me find themselves speechless at the feats I accomplish. They cannot help but be shocked and watch in awe at the pinnacle of humanity before them. My pay that was docked for hurting JR? My merch sales alone made back triple what I lost. Body by Mbadi brand has trended worldwide. It has made me a top commodity in this industry... but you..."
Bison stood up, grabbing the chair before flinging it to the side. The metal slammed against a wall, the clanging of the steel echoed through the room as Bison stood tall, still obscured in shadow.
"You have done the unforgivable. When you came here in my ring, on my show, touting yourself a great coach... I spoke up, but let you slide. When you insulted my product, I let you slide. When your student Liam or whatever his name was wanted to throw down before my match? I made him a quick easy demonstration for you. That was your second warning. When your other students felt froggy and decided to leap, I taught them the lesson you failed to put into them as their coach. That was your final warning. What happened to your students? It's all on you, Donny. You should have taught them not to try to fight above their league. You should have taught them to know their opponents. It seems you didn't teach them that lesson... because you dont understand that wisdom yourself, because you interfered in my match and distracted me. I was about to beat Luis Leone for a second time, and you played your music...distracted me...and put a loss on my record. You TARNISHED MY BRAND!!!"
Bison stepped closer, grabbing the camera and holding it near his face, the light showing he was wearing Kalinago war paint.
"At Cyber Sunday... in Hell in a Cell... you're going to learn that lesson... I will teach you...slowly...thoroughly...painfully... what happens when you cross Bison Mbadi. I will beat this wisdom into every muscle fiber... I will make it seep into the fractures of your bones. Hell in a Cell is known to be unforgiving, but not as unforgiving as ME. When you put a blemish on my brand, Donny, you sow the wind...and at Cyber Sunday, Donny... YOU REAP... THE WHIRLWIND! ALL HAIL! THE ALPHA... MALE!"
Bison threw the camera to the ground, the now cracked lens catching his massive boot stepping off to the side before cutting out.
