*The lights begin to flicker when at 0:06, Michael charges through the curtain, taking in the crowd and making his way down to the ring. He is clad in black leather pants, knee and kickpads, his wrists are taped he's wearing a vintage Virtue t-shirt. He calmly takes his time to enter the ring. He walks up the steps, walks onto the apron and wipes his feet before making his way to the outside top turnbuckle to raise both his hands in the air. He takes in the boos and he steps off the apron and into the ring. The lights and PA return to normal, as Michael takes a microphone from the producer.*
Michael: Here we go. Bryant, Michael, Virtue. We're here to rid the filth that runs rampant in our ranks. The IWT has been too generous for too long, and it has resulted in pain and misery for the true IWT faithful. Many of you cheer these goons, but they're reprehensible, in every sense. Do you not see that? They have no pride in their work, they don't care about anything. They think the IWT is them, and that they are the IWT.
*Michael looks around at the crowd, in amusement.*
Michael: They don't care about you, or me or the IWT. They're here to pad their pockets and line their shelves with titles; that they don't even rightfully own. My associate, Bryant, put it very well. The hypocrisy of a man, dying for praise, claiming to support the project whilst holding it hostage. Scott Fargo is not the IWT Universal Champion, and his reign is null and void; there's nothing more to it.
*Michael walks up to Bryant and puts his arm around him.*
Michael: Fargo is a man of no conviction, he is the epitome of a lost man, in a world full of vultures. He goes where the vultures flock, hoping for life, but he is sorely mistaken. He may have been defending his title for years, but the man was looking for nothing more than a flock of vultures to spot the IWT. If he cared about the IWT, not the publicity, then he would've been the first goddamn man to sign a contract. He would've been the first fucking guy to come to me, tell me he's in and that he's here to put the company on the map. He didn't. He did nothing of the sort. He wants to flaunt his years of trials with that falsely held title as a sign of conviction and support for the IWT, but the matter of fact was; he was defending it on non-IWT shows. The paradox is in the painting.
*Michael paces around Bryant and the ring.*
Michael: Then there's the ring leader. The ring leader. The parasite. The blood-sucking leech...Farooq. Farooq came to the IWT, looking for a sound investment. He wanted our viewers, our fans, our wrestlers to take note of his AAW. He wanted nothing more than to leech off the success of my blood, sweat and tears. He is the vulture that Fargo followed. Both Fargo and Farooq came to the IWT expecting easy pickings, but we're here. Virtue is here, and we're here to target the vultures and end this parasitic overflow. The overflow that began with Aids Johnson, It continued with Dat Kid; we know how those two ended. Now it leaves... Farooq.
*Michael looks dead at the camera.*
Michael: Farooq came back to be the "people's champion", once again! He came back to serve his loyal fan base! He returned to serve the IWT right with his presence-...No he didn't. He came back to pad his stats, jump on his flight back to AAW headquarters and cash in his check before deciding it was time to fucking retire. He cared so much about the IWT that he quit to start his own promotion...sounds so familiar. Let's be honest, these parasites see the fall of the IWT by the hands of the Canadians as a romantic blessing. They want to replicate it. Reek the rewards from it, but they must know, especially Farooq, that I don't forget and I always fight.
*The camera zooms.*
Michael: Farooq quit the IWT, after years of absence to tend to his promotion, and he teams with a man that not once during his romantic, patriotic, loyal trial of defenses of MY title, defended it on an IWT show, after it originally folded....?
*Michael looks to Bryant, again.*
Michael: This is the disease that we come to kill. This is what Virtue is up against, this is what the IWT is up against. We've overcome everything, and once again we will overcome the disloyal Judases that plague our ranks. We've come to treat the invasion, and we've come to treat the illness. Virtue is not here to play games, or to stand by whilst our titles are held hostage and our company is mocked and gutted. We're here to rain down hell, and take the names of those that are unfit to represent and walk amongst us. We're here to exterminate the rodents, and to give the vultures something to, actually, flock to.
Michael backs up and awaits his opponents.
