(The camera comes up on RJ Stone. He is dressed a little less extravagantly than usual, wearing a black t-shirt which has his new WWA design on it which reads “The RJ Stone Tour” followed by a list of dates and locations of all the rest of the WWA shows. He also wears faded and ripped blue jeans held up by a rock star-esque stud belt. He wears black Converse all stars on his feet and he has a small growth of stubble on his face. His hair is un-gelled and messy. He leans against a non-descript brick building and slowly pulls on a cigarette. He notices the camera and exhales a cloud of pale grey smoke. He shifts his weight off of the wall and stands, tossing the finished cigarette to the ground and grinding it out with his foot.)

RJ: Day of the Dead has come and passed….and as it obvious; I am NOT the WWA Television Champion. However, I have a message for you Lucas Black….you did not beat me. When the bell rang and signified a time limit draw, you were laid out on the canvas without a coherent thought in your head after falling prey to my Benchmark. You were outsmarted, outnumbered, outwrestled and outclassed. You did not beat me to retain that belt; you merely were carried out of the ring with it draped over your unconscious frame, retaining it by surviving me for the time limit allotted. Best of luck in your bout against Christian Matthews, I sincerely hope you can hold on to your title as at least you would prove a challenge to me when I get the rematch I should have. However, enough on you and the match that my new personal friend Ry Ballard granted me; it is not my main concern for this coming Monday on Meltdown.

(RJ stalks around the corner of the building and there is a bench which he sits on. Several other people sit on the bench and don’t notice RJ.)

RJ: This Monday I am set to compete against….Shaman. “The Native American Badass” as everyone seems to enjoy calling him. I simply see him as a massive nuisance that is in my way of my pursuit of gold. He has been saying a lot of things about me as of late and also about my girlfriend, Yasmine Beckridge. He has been making promises about what he’ll do to Yasmine and I. He said he would destroy us in Salem at Day of the Dead….it’s too bad I thought ahead and avoided having to deal with all the rabble involved in the Town of Pain. And now he says he’s going to show me what pain is..or whatever it is he said on Insider not too long ago. He wants to hurt me? He wants to hurt Yasmine? He wants to ride on my coat tails back to prominence? He’s beaten Intrepid and Dumont…I won’t let that happen to me. What’s happened to them since they lost to Shaman? Where are they? Nowhere, that’s where they are. He’s murdered their careers, since they’ve lost to him all they’ve done is lose and fall into obscurity.

(RJ takes a second to chuckle to himself, realizing that Shaman has done this to the two men he has lost to in the WWA.)

RJ: It’s not going to happen that way to me. I won’t let it. I’ve had enough of this behemoth lumbering around the WWA asserting his will on everyone. I am going to make you hurt in ways you never thought were possible from someone one hundred pounds lighter than you. Every kick and knee I hit you with, every point of my elbow that even grazes you will sting for days. I don’t want this to continue, I have more important things and people to be dealing with than to tussle around with the likes of Shaman. This will not continue, I have had enough of your nonsense and empty threats. And much like my ancestors eradicated your ancestors to claim supremacy in this country will I rid myself of you. I will be that smallpox virus that tears through you and hobbles you to a point where you can’t grow anymore. You may have taken other young talent here in the WWA to the limit, but I am going to show you that I am a different kind of animal. I am not afraid of you or the power advantage you hold over me, Shaman. I’ve fought men larger than me before…and my perfect Brazillian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai records are proof enough that I’ve defeated them all. It’s basic biology, Shaman. One species always asserts its dominance over the others for as long as it can….Until another more vicious and aggressive species rears its head and removes the older and more obsolete species from its seat of power. The WWA is already beginning to have a changing of the guard, Shaman. Dave Harley is gone…Denrol is gone…Richard Cranium, Armaan, Ian Tense, Damian Thorne….all of them are gone in some fashion, whether it be injuries, disappearance, retirement, banishment or because they realized that they are like you, decrepit and useless. You are that old, battle scarred lion that so desperately tries to cling onto his alpha male status…And you may have been able to fight off the other young lions for a little while, but you have met your match in me, Shaman. I am that ruthless, youthful, intelligent young lion that will come up on you in the night and cut your throat without you ever realizing it was me who did it. I am going to hit you hard and hit you fast, so fast that you won’t ever forget the name of the man who so easily brought you down.

(RJ smirks and procures a pair of large aviator sunglasses he had clipped to the collar of his t-shirt. A bus pulls up to the bench and it is now evident RJ was waiting for it to arrive. The sign on the bus reads “Proof, North Dakota”.)

RJ: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to with a good friend. See you on Monday, Shaman. You’ll see why I was born good and why I am the future of this business.

(RJ steps onto the bus, the door hisses closed and you see camera flashes go off inside as RJ poses for all the delighted Proofians. The bus takes off into the distance. The scene fades to black.)