And So It Starts...THE Inevitable Return…
[Flash]
“Sometimes, I wonder why I’m even in this [bleep]ing industry…”
[Darkness looms over us]
“Sometimes, I wonder why I’m actually coming back…”
[Heavy ragged pants]
“Sometimes, I wonder if BJWC and the NWA are really ready for me…”
[A resounding chilly cackle bounces from wall to wall]
[Flash]
The former NWA TV Champion, former PNW heavyweight champion
“XTC” Dane Black
[Gargantuan coniferous trees pick out over the skyline, as we get an overhead bird’s eye view of these immense evergreen towers of trees that suffuse the land far below. Panning up, we fixate on the black sky. Stars glimmer and line up the sky in reckless fashion, as the small fireballs of light permeate and stretch as far as the human eye can locate.]
[Without caution, our view violently thrashes into a wild blur as the camera tumbles down with reckless abandon. At last, the tumbling stops, and the camera steadies and refocuses]
Voice: [low] It’s been a while…
[Dane Black]
[The camera closes in on Dane’s stone-carved face. His black stylish sunglasses are perched atop the bridge of his narrow nose, concealing those infamous cold blue eyes from the masses watching.]
XTC: It’s been a long while since I’ve been in the BJWC, the NWA.
[His lips curl into an embittered smile]
XTC: [icy] It’s been too long since I’ve had the pleasure of beating the ever living [bleep] out of some one legally.
[A chilling laugh ascends from his crimson red lips]
XTC: [pompous] Doesn’t take long for idiots to realize that I’m blood thirsty. Oh, I’ve longed for this. I’ve waited for two long [bleep]ing years to make my return to the BJWC.
[Dane Black nonchalantly takes two sluggish steps backward, his nose crinkling as he peers into the camera with a glaring stare. We now see the entire athletic body of Dane Black. Clad in an ornate trench coat, with deeply faded blue jeans and dark boots, a gust of biting wind causes his unkempt dreaded jet black hair to teeter from his ample shoulders]
[The immense towering coniferous trees dwarf Dane from behind him, as he begins to pace in the unknown frigid forest]
XTC: [Flat] Psychomania…
[A single wisp of one of Dane’s dreads flutters across his rocky face lightly as the breeze ruffles amidst the forest]
XTC: [meek] How’s that working out for you, anyway? Well, I hope.
[He raises a single brow, his face momentarily apathetic]
XTC: [Snickering] You don’t know [bleep].
[His nose crinkles up a bit as emotions start to run through his face. His lips coil into a sinister scowl.]
XTC: [low] I can personally guarantee you, and everyone else, you probably haven’t stepped toe to toe with a Psycho Ward. [bleep], I bet you haven’t even laid one damn foot in the true hell that is a mental asylum.
[Dane sluggishly dips his head down, his long untidy dreads swaying almost rhythmically.]
XTC: [icy] You’re a [bleep]ing fraud.
[Dramatic pause]
XTC: Oh, how I yearn for fakes like Psychomania to try to endure everything I went through…
[His hand swiftly clenches into a balled compact fist]
XTC: [sly] Soon…soon you’ll see, Psycho. In that ring on Friday…I’ll show you a thing or two I’ve learned on how to tame even the biggest psychos in this world. Friday, it’ll be [angst] my loony bin that you’ll step into.
[Laggardly, Dane tilts his head up, the shades tint obscuring those glacial blue eyes from us]
XTC: [low] After it’s all over, Psychomania, I hope you consider a new name altogether. You’ll soon realize all what you are is skin and bones…
[Dane leisurely strolls over to one of the nearby colossal-like trees, ignoring the now fierce ripping drafts that surge the forest, rattling the branches.]
[His attention now solely on the crusty chunks of the stump, Dane methodically runs his tanned hands through the rough bark.]
XTC: [sly] “XTC” is not just a trance, my friend…soon enough, I’ll manipulate each and everyone of you in the BJWC into submission…
[Flash]
XTC: [fading] And it starts…
[Darkness filters the screen instantly. The surging howling wind is all that is heard rippling through each tree in the night.]
[Static]
[End transmission]