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Mr. Kaleidoscope · **08-14-2015, 04:14 PM**

A rainbow flashes across the screen, then we fade into our unfolding scene.

Mr. Kaleidoscope is lounging in his big cushy leather couch, kicking back with his feet up on the ottoman, sunglasses on, Cuban cigar hanging out of his mouth. His always bright and colorful ring gear is extra bright and extra colorful this time. He probably just got them washed or something.

Mr. Kaleidoscope takes the cigar out of his mouth for a second and clears his throat.

Mr. Kaleidoscope: I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. My name is Mr. Kaleidoscope.

He flashes his winning smile for the camera.

Mr. Kaleidoscope: I'm a veteran of this here sport. Been leaving bits and pieces of myself in this ring longer than a lot of ya even thought about doing what I do. Been toppling giants, mystics, killers, you name it since I was nothing but a little, green as goat shit rookie. And throughout the years, I've held many names but one word has been synonymous with all of them.

A woman's voice from off screen calls out.

Woman: Perversion?

Mr. Kaleidoscope: Greatness. That would be right too, but there was that one stint a few years ago where I was a good old southern preacher. Anyway, I know what all you young lions are thinking. "Who does this fucking idiot think he is? Coming into my house and calling himself this and that?" I get it. I do. Which is why I want to take this time to issue a challenge to any of you to take me on. One on one, triple threat, fourway, you name it. I'll let you see first hand just what you're dealing with in The Man Now Known as Mr. Kaleidoscope.

He takes his sunglasses off and looks at the camera.

Mr. Kaleidoscope: Any takers?

Fade to black.

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