FADE IN...
Troy Douglas sits on a blue folding chair in front of a NEW Era backdrop. He wears his standard workout garb, black sweatpants, grey sleeveless t-shirt, wrestling shoes, and taped wrists. He smiles confidently at the camera, looking calm and prepared to speak.
DOUGLAS:
First, please forgive me for my lateness. I'm not devaluing my committments to NEW, but this has been a very eventful week, and you can forgive me if I consider "El Perno Prisionero Uno" the least of my concerns after my GWE World Title Match, my contest with Christian Sands, and the finalizations of my contract with CSWA. But, I'm here, and I'm ready to give it my all, delivering to the great NEW Era fans the wrestling that's come to be expected of me. That's what I do, because it's what I love to do.
Now, Angel Latora. While I was late, you have committed a much more grievous situation. You fail to grasp the gravity of the situation that you are currently in. I'm no egomaniac, but it's safe to say that I'm one of the bigger names in this industry right now, and, according to most of the critics, I've got the skills to back it up. I'm no slouch, Angel, and YOU don't seem to care about that.
Of course, I'm not exactly thrilled about facing you, either. Now, I know I'm not someone who can automatically come in and face the top guy in the company, but you are the absolute LEAST of my worries here in NEW Era. No, I've got my sights set on guys like Marx, Rabesque, Tact, Suicide, and Iris. The class of this company, and a cadre that I plan on joining very soon.
You all know who I am. You all know just what I'm capable of. The NEW Era will, if I make my own way a reality, be MY era. I have one ultimate desire, to be a world champion, and I figure this is as good of a place as any to keep that quest afoot.
Angel, you may have a promising future ahead of you. Who knows, you may one day find yourself as the man with an industry on his back. Right now, you may just be out of your league. I'm not being derogatory, but let's face it. You a sub-200 pound luchadore facing off against a 6'5", 260 lb athlete considered among the best at his profession in the world. I won't try and end your career, mi hijo. No, I'll just get the 1-2-3, either by the pin or submission, and I'll move on to the next man.
Just like I've always done, just like I always will do.
It's good to be here, folks. I'll be with y'all for awhile, so get used to me. Should be some good times.
That's my bit, amigo. See ya at the end of the road.
...FADE OUT