(Cloud of smoke. Long messy hair. First two things the camera picks up as we fade in. Jason Reeves sitting, smoking a cig and staring at the television. The First's declaration from this past Aggression is playing. As the camera moves around to Jason's face he picks up the remote and mutes the television. His face is still bruised up from his match with Astros. He exhales another puff of smoke and puts the cig out in the ashtray before grinning at the camera.)
Stalker: Another statement made, another person hurt because of The First's refusal to admit the truth. Astros, I wish I could've given you what you wanted. However priorities took over for me. I wish I could say i'm sorry, but it would be a lie.
I'm feeling so excited right now, I honestly just can't wait. High Flyer we are set to meet again! I remember our exchange of words in the King of the Cage quite well, my friend. So it's only fitting I suppose that now there will be no ending for our match if I decide to throw you from the top of a cage, or the roof, or wherever I might decide to end your career.
You were lucky that I had other plans in mind for that tournament. Not this time my friend, not this time.
(Jason stands up and walks across the dirty motel room to a bottle of whiskey resting on the dresser. He takes a swig from it and turns back towards the camera.)
Stalker: Oh and Black, nice try with planting the drugs on Aggression. My lawyers easily cleared those charges and have informed me that the DA won't be pursuing the case. So don't worry bud, I'll be around to put you back into your place again, which is beneath my ****ing BOOT.
No one is safe anymore, and as I have let First already know, someone very close to him will be next on my list of victims if he doesn't own up soon. By soon I mean before his Title match at Unleashed. If he doesn't, I will make my presence known in that match and it won't be pretty for either competitor.
Oh and one last thing before I let you idiots leave. High Flyer, I hope you're prepared for me to own up on the promise I made to you. Your career is done after Unleashed. Whether it's your knee, your head, your arm, or your entire body, you won't be able to compete again. I will make sure of it my friend, hope you are ready.
(Jason takes another long swig from the whiskey bottle as we fade to black.)