The camera opens with the virus in his Presidential suite of the offices of his company Virus Inc. The camera goes through a door and focuses on the virus' scowling face.
The virus puts the phone back into its cradle, the moment it touches the cradle, it rings again, the virus mutters under his breath and jabs the speakerphone button.
Virus: "What!"
Assistant(on Phone) "eh Mr Mathers called sir, he says the trialers not big enough"
Virus "and?!"
Assistant "well, what you want to do about it?"
Virus: "do ya really need me to answer that!"
assistant (worried) "eh no sir"
The virus slams the phone down and steps in front of the desk, he then walks over to a shelf. On the shelf are three awards the virus has one, they are in the shape of large marble balls. The virus picks these heavy objects up and with no disernable effort starts to juggle.
The virus stand there watching the arch of the balls, when he is satisfied with it he turns to face the camera.
"ya know the more i watch the roster of bcw, the more i realise how y'all conform to some sort of stereotype hell o suprised yall dont sound the same."
The virus starts to juggle faster i mean yall sound like that generic promo thats on that website! hmm hows it go?" The virus smirks "oh yeah like this!"
The virus takes a deep breath "*'Who do you think you are calling out the immortal, the icon, the showstopper, and the main event? You may smell like a rhino and have breath like a dragon, but credit where credit is due, you are a ringmaster and you will be a real test. You may think you are the king, but you’re not regal at all. You are just an animal. Fans asked for my autograph and I replied “ok quick before I get mobbed.” They all wanted to know will I accept your challenge. Well, bad news for you I accept your challenge and I will use you to rocket myself to the top of the WWF and you will hit rock bottom. You think I’m playing, but this is no game and I will zip your mouth shut. You’re going down dude. Love me, hate me, but you will respect me. You think you are flash, funky and look a million dollars, man but you’re no model. So you think you are the boss man around here, but I’m just incredible and you will lie down, mister. Perfect plans are in store for you. This will be a war. Lord knows I love war! Chairs, pins, nails, tables, chains, a hammer and even a red hot rod and what ever else I find in a junk yard, dog are in my plans for you. I will smash, crush and cane your carcass until you wish you weren’t born. Your skull will crash through china and I will stuff you in a dumpster, that’s a promise. I will beat you until the end of the road, dog. You’re tank will be on empty and mine will be full of diesel. Be a good Christian and pray to Jesus tonight, only he can save you now. Have a good night sleep tonight so drink you’re coco. Beware this Sunday a big show will take place in my hometown of Texas. Tornado or maybe a typhoon will surface as I make my way down the isle. I will explode over you like dynamite, kid from a loose canon. You will think you are at an edge of an earthquake. I will angle you in the ring after a bulldog, then will spring to the top rope like a cat and pounce like a hawk onto you with my double axe handle. You will be defeated in the center of the ring one, two, three, kid and I will have your gold. Dust will settle and snow will melt and you will realise that you have been defeated by the hitman. After is all is said and done you will be a dead man!*"
The virus takes a deep breath in "yall sound like that! and damn some of your promo's truly are that bad!" the virus throws the balls to the ground "i am better than most here and i can only think of one opponent that i would ENJOY the challenge of competing against!"
"remember fans The Virus Era Concert is tommorow i hope yall enjoy it!"
The virus grins "BCW yall go ahead and sound foolish this fed will see why i am THE VIRUS, and why i am a feared hardcore legend! oh and pres parslow! You cant stop me so dont even TRY!"
The picture fades out