Scene opens up in Hartford, Conneticut. It's a House Show and the titan tron shows broadcast journalist, Jack Dundee running down the hallway with a microphone. He runs behind a man wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. He taps the man on the shoulder. The man slowly turns around and looks Dundee dead in the eyes. His hair is black as the night and his eyes are dark as coal. Dundee is almost the same height as the man. Dundee takes a step back and begins to speak.
[Dundee]: Excuse me sir. But, I have never seen you here before. I heard the AODWF was getting some new talent. Are you by any chance some of the talent they were speaking about?
(The man has a cold dark stare on his face as he starts speaking.) [Crimson Tide]: Some talent? Some talent? Let me tell you something. When this federation promised some great new talent. They were speaking only about me! They were speaking only about the greatest force ever to walk the planet...me! No one is more talented and more demonic than the man who looks you dead in the eyes right now. No one can stand the talent of...Crimson Tide!
[Dundee]: So is that your name? Crimson Tide?
[Tide]: I must warn you before I go on. I don't like being interrupted. And I don't like nosey little rats in my buisness. You can go interview the Punisher, or Razor X. Or whoever it is you like to piss off. But leave me the hell alone. Yes, I am Crimson Tide. A man who almost a year ago was put down and spit on by all the CEWF Superstars. A man who they claimed didn't have talent...and never would! Well, obviously all those people were damn fools. Not only have I been all over the globe destroying all the competition. I am now back, amongst many who I started with. Among those who didn't believe in Crimson Tide. Well a man once put down is a man they will all now fear. I am out here looking for enemies. I am looking for people like you...Mister Dundee...who even speak a word to me. People who may just be minding their business. But around me...they are looking for trouble. I don't want anyones help. And I don't intend to get it. I am out here mainly to pay a few old friends back. And destroy anyone and everyone who stands in my way. Crimson Tide may not be a household name. But that's the way it is. I can't change the past. I can only guarntee in the very near furture that I will wreak havok all over this company. No one knows when, where, or who I will strike. The scary part is no one knows how I will strike. But believe me....when I do....there will be alot of hurt people. Alot of confused people. You'll look for answers. But in the end there will be only one explination....FEAR! The fear of Crimson Tide. The fear of a man so evil....the devil himself hides. I am looking to send a message to everyone here in the AODWF. That message is....don't cross me....or you will suffer a painful conscequence. I also would like to ensure all the members on the roster. That they don't need to bother watching their own backs. Because I'll be watching them for you! Waiting in the shadows...waiting to attack at any moment. You can not stop it. You can not run from it. You can only face your fears. Soon or later you all will feel the wrath of Crimson Tide. But most importantly. Everyone...eventually...will be simply executed....Tide style!
Crimson Tide gets a blank stare over his face. He begins looking deep into the camera. He shows no emotion but anger. He then quickly turns away from the camera and looks Jack Dundee straight in the eyes. Both men look down at Jack's pant leg. And the camera moves down there as well. There is a huge stain on Jack's pants. Tide just begins laughing and starts to walk away. The camera follows Tide down the hallway. And then the scene fades to black.
