Back for the first time.
(Fade in to a simple white backdrop with the GLCW letters stenciled in black. Walking into view is Cameron Cruise, wearing a pair of faded black jeans, black muscleshirt, and black shades. He sighs for a second and rubs his shadowed cheek and chin. As if to not notice until the last second, Cruise looks up at the camera.)
CC: Hey there, I suppose you remember me a while ago. Then again, you might not, seein' as I was s'pose to be here more than I was contracted to, bein' that I was paid by appearance. That's A-ok by me.
(Cruise 'shoots' at the camera, followed by thumbs-up.)
What-up.
Now, since that's up an out of the way, I g'head and get a first match back, 'gainst some Abraham Lincoln fella named Jared Justice, that in himself I no doubt lives up to his name.
Six-Four, Three-hundred pounds....
(Cruise chuckles a second or two)
You're a friggin' MOUNTAIN buddy!! Anyone not in there right state of conscience would hate you pal. Me?
(Cruise waves off the camera)
Not a chance. But the fact of the matter is, I signed a contract here in this world that says I gotta wrestle anyone the boss says ta.
Take it as flattery, a compliment, or just plain incentive, Justice. I don't hate ya, but that doesn't mean I won't give one-hundred percent of every fiber of every muscle in my body to pin your shoulders to the mat. Now, it seems ta me that you have a big match on you're mind, so I won't take too much of your time and make this quick.
I wish ya the best of luck in Minnesota, but as far as Columbus goes....we will see who the big---er.....more skilled man is.
Until then....
(Cruise shoots the camera again, mouthing the sound of the gunshot.)
Fade.