(The Sergeants is situated in front of a UCW backdrop...)
The Sergeant: It seems like a lifetime since I placed these desert combat boots inside an Ultimate Championship Wrestling ring. This time around, though, I step in the squared circle with a man whom I know absolutely nothing about.
Most men of lesser ethical values would say something along the lines of "nor do I care because I am so great and I can defeat anybody".
You know, the typical BS that nobody expects from the Sarge.
I came here to UCW to prove myself. I wanted to get my hands on Irishred, the man who inexplicably called me out before I ever signed a UCW contract. I had disgraced myself in another organization and I guess old 'Red couldn't help but take a verbal shot at me.
I can't possibly prove myself if I let somebody beat me in just my second match here, can I?
So I guess what I am trying to say is that while I could sit here and explain why everyone's favorite combat tested and mother approved soldier-slash-wrestler is going to put on a wrestling clinic at Revolution, improving his UCW record to two wins and zero losses, I'd much rather let my actions in the ring do the talking.
See you soon, Mr. Blackburn.
(Scene fades...)