Standing in an empty arena, location unknown, a gruff-looking individual clad in black wrestling gear paces about with head down and eyes forward. Breathing heavily, the creature pacing about in the darkness laughs uncontrollably. Shining in the center of the ring, a spotlight in the form of a multi-colored cross appears with said creature standing in the center.
In the beginning, God created Heavens and the Earth.
The first day… “Let there be light .”
The second day marked the separation of the waters.
The third day came dry ground.
Fourth day, the sun, the moons were visible.
Fifth day, the creation of birds and sea creatures.
The sixth day… Man.
Then on the seventh day, he sat down, looked to the Heavens – His domain – and I told him to knock that **** off because Sonny Silver NEVER takes a ****ing day off! Then I kicked him so hard in the ****ing head, I sent him flying into the next TEAM show! That lazy ****head!”
Cackling as one only evil bastard could, Sonny Silver stands in the epicenter of the ring, multiple lights in several varying hues bathing him in their glow as he speaks.
“I am Mr. Silver, Sports Entertainment Liaison to PRIME. I created all that you see before you, Seymour Almasy. Without my divine power and magnificent badassitude to have created the splendor of professional wrestling, you would not have won many titles. Sars the Clown would not be free to run around in Christina Aguilera clown whore make-up, nor would guys like Paul Levesque be free to bury superior talent underneath his bo... okay, enough of this ****."
Having enough, Sonny cuts a hand and the swirling lights give way to a solitary spotlight shining down on him.
"Perfect! All right, so here's what I've done for those at home not bright enough to know what I've done... I made some comments that pissed off one Seymour Almasy. I bashed his little federation, GCW, and he decried me telling the truth about said overrated ****hole. He, of all people, went on to call me such names as "overrated" and "useless." Then, he had the audacity to go and say that he was my better. I paraphrase, but I assure you, Mr. Almasy, your words couldn't be farther from the truth!"
A pause.
"But for all the hatred I possess for your whiny midget ass, what I DO have is a modicum of respect for you. You've won MANY titles wherever you've gone. You've won PTC's former Global Title THREE times when only a select Who's Who of talent have been lucky to secure it once. You're a Hall of Famer and to my knowledge, you haven't even hit thirty yet. That is a very impressive feat, my dear boy. And you had the materia to call ME out and challenge me to a one-on-one match. You, sir, have at least earned my respect.
We're both assholes of the highest order, it seems. You've done your best to FINALLY wake up and turn over a new leaf. You shut down those that would dare cling to your name as a hero and broke the hearts of little kids rocking "SEYMOUR'S GOT THE KEY TO MY KINGDOM HEART!" t-shirts. And you've even taken some of that spotmonkey **** from your arsenal Bravo.
But, kid, it ENDS there."
A sneer so hot, it fogs the lens. Silver hangs onto the top ropes, continuing.
"Seymour Almasy, I've been waiting for a LONG time to beat your overrated, overhyped, talentless ass, boy-o. You had the NERVE to sit here and challenge my credentials while boasting your own. Want to know how well that's boded for others that have asked me?
Ask Lindsay Troy what happened last time she and I met in the ring, mano-e-woman-o for the Universal Title, no Special Referee bull**** or Danny Ferguson bailing her out. Ask her how I showed her who was clearly the better half of Silver and GOLD when she walked around for months, flaunting MY gold in my face and I beat her IN HER OWN LADDER MATCH!
Ask "The Wolf" Mike Randalls what happened when he and his twenty world title reigns came up against me. Ask him what happened when I beat his ass from pillar to post in our only match in The Squared Circle as I marched to the top of the food chain.
Ask Kodiac Vic Creed what happened when he tried to take my fWo Tag Titles from me in my hometown... well, he may not be too responsive considering the number Lindsay did to him some time ago, but you get my point."
Pushing back from the ropes, he continues to speak while his back remains to the camera.
"You've done a lot and no doubt, a person of your talent will continue to do more, Seymour. However, I assure you that I am NOT Marcus Brown/Hound and I am NOT Andy Sharp, nor any of my students you 'claim' to have beaten. I taught my students everything they knew, Almasy, but I didn't teach them everything I KNEW! Almasy, I have DARED to step into a ring to prove that I am STILL a force to be reckoned with and I have DARED to step in a ring to protect the name I left behind. Remember, Seymour, that anything I do to you tonight is merely a by-product of what YOU wanted. When you see my boot coming at your ****ing head full-speed, you're gonna regret making ANY jibes at me and thinking you could live to tell the tale.
The match is almost here, Seymour.
Better run for your life!"
