[Lights up]
[The set up is much the same for Haughton. Dark Room, single spotlight aiming straight down from the ceiling, Haughton is sitting at a table this time, Hammer held firmly in his right hand. Underneath his tweed ring jacket he wears a shirt and tie, and once again he looks straight down the camera.]
Before anything else, I have to start with thanks. Aaron thanks for a damn fine first match. I asked if you were one of the good guys and answered with a fine display of skill and grace. You nearly had me a few times too. You proved your mettle, but judgment swung in my favour that night, and now I am set up with an interesting problem.
[No longer looking down the camera, Haughton’s eyes began to wander round the room as he recounted events]
If you recall to when I first announced my presence in the Empire I said that that with all the power I could muster I would cut through this company an rain down judgement on the unworthy for the hardworking individuals who pay, day in and day out, to see good wrestlers fight head on and instead have to watch men and women walk to the top, not by wrestling, but by cunning and deceit. I said that I would stop these people in their tracks, hunt them down, find them out...
...I promised Judgment was coming...
[Haughton stopped still and looked straight down the camera, pointing the hammer straight forward]
...And it is...
But as I can only deliver judgement to those who deserve it, and I happen to be placed in a match with two rather fine men.
[the hammer swings to the left]
On one hand we have Christian Light, the Master of Wrestling, the Last Nighthawk, one of the finest men to step into the ring and take up the majestic sport that is professional wrestling. A proven class act, a proven champion, an all round great guy who doesn’t need to resort to barbaric tactics, cause he’s already good enough.
[and then right]
And on the other Malcolm Joseph Jones, a man who had I faced a couple of weeks ago I would have laid Judgement upon. A man who a few months ago was the very kind of man whom I have come here to stop. But right now Malcolm you seem to have turned over a new leaf, so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Be warned though, your still very much on my radar.
[and back to eyes front]
You’re both men who I have come to respect, be that over the course of years or weeks, you’re both men I’m glad to share a ring with and you’re both men I hope to see in a ring again in the future.
But I still have to beat you.
When I came here I said I would cut the rot from this empire, that I would stop those who would prey on injured opponents and lurk in the shadows ready to strike. But I’m not going to do that from the bottom of the card. For me to truly make changes, truly strike down judgement, then I have to do it from the top. And to get to the top you have to win matches.
So I’ll start by winning this one.
But I have yet another greater problem to face at Aggression 75. A far more difficult challenge but one I relish far more.
[Haughton’s wandering eyes and gesturing hands returned once more to centre]
The Battle Royal.
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