Aran Thompson, a man who hasn't been seen since Sorry You're Not A Winner, sat in front of a black backdrop and his girlfriend Laurie Williams standing behind him.
"Sorry...You're Not a Winner." Aran began.
"The last time I was seen in an IGC ring I lost against the man you all now call champion. Magnus Destructo pinned me in a grueling match that included the high flyer himself, Jack Harmen."
Aran shifted in his seat and he looked up at Laurie before turning his attention back to the camera.
"I'd be lying if I didn't say that I wasn't in the right mind state at the time. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't distracted due to what was happening to me in jOlt and losing my Relentless Championship to Johnathan Conspiracy."
"I'd be lying if I said that I've moved on from my loss. At all or nothing, I tried to regain the Relentless Championship and failed. I was mentally broken." Aran said closing his eyes and exhaling deeply queuing Laurie to run her hand over his chest as if to calm him down.
"I failed to regain my name sake, and I failed to achieve intergalactic glory...all in the same month."
Aran paused for a minute and smirked as he nodded his head.
"But I've worked through it. It's clear to me what my next step is. I've sat in the mid-card for far too long. My mere presence has caused crowds to erupted in chanting and cheering even when I was supposed to be the bad guy. Some how...some way...I've always filled seats and sold merch. I lost because I needed an eye opener."
Aran stood up and the camera zoomed in on him.
"It was fate talking to me, and I got the message. It's my time to go out there and prove that I am the future of the industry. To break through the glass ceiling and carry the weight of an entire company on my back. To carry the burden, and to proudly call myself a target."
"There are guys that think that I am just a mid-carder for life. Main Eventers that think that I don't have the chops to bask in the spotlight. I don't have what it takes to shine like a superstar. I'm here to tell you that I don't care who you are. You could be Magnus, Jack Harmen, Sylo, Phil Atken, Bookface, or even Hornet...."
Aran approached the camera slowly and Laurie continued to stand proud behind her man.
"I will win. No title necessary. I will win."
Aran smiled that cocky smile that has become a staple to his personality.
"Ceiling...broken."
"Sorry...You're Not a Winner." Aran began.
"The last time I was seen in an IGC ring I lost against the man you all now call champion. Magnus Destructo pinned me in a grueling match that included the high flyer himself, Jack Harmen."
Aran shifted in his seat and he looked up at Laurie before turning his attention back to the camera.
"I'd be lying if I didn't say that I wasn't in the right mind state at the time. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't distracted due to what was happening to me in jOlt and losing my Relentless Championship to Johnathan Conspiracy."
"I'd be lying if I said that I've moved on from my loss. At all or nothing, I tried to regain the Relentless Championship and failed. I was mentally broken." Aran said closing his eyes and exhaling deeply queuing Laurie to run her hand over his chest as if to calm him down.
"I failed to regain my name sake, and I failed to achieve intergalactic glory...all in the same month."
Aran paused for a minute and smirked as he nodded his head.
"But I've worked through it. It's clear to me what my next step is. I've sat in the mid-card for far too long. My mere presence has caused crowds to erupted in chanting and cheering even when I was supposed to be the bad guy. Some how...some way...I've always filled seats and sold merch. I lost because I needed an eye opener."
Aran stood up and the camera zoomed in on him.
"It was fate talking to me, and I got the message. It's my time to go out there and prove that I am the future of the industry. To break through the glass ceiling and carry the weight of an entire company on my back. To carry the burden, and to proudly call myself a target."
"There are guys that think that I am just a mid-carder for life. Main Eventers that think that I don't have the chops to bask in the spotlight. I don't have what it takes to shine like a superstar. I'm here to tell you that I don't care who you are. You could be Magnus, Jack Harmen, Sylo, Phil Atken, Bookface, or even Hornet...."
Aran approached the camera slowly and Laurie continued to stand proud behind her man.
"I will win. No title necessary. I will win."
Aran smiled that cocky smile that has become a staple to his personality.
"Ceiling...broken."