Grayson Stinger sits on a bench in a dimly lit locker room. He carefully wraps his hands for training, flexing his fingers and wrists until the tape fits just right. Stitches stretch along his face, showing the aftermath of the attack suffered after his last match.

Mastermind. Steve. I'll be honest with you. I like the both of you. I often drop whatever I'm doing to catch your segments on television. You may not have guessed that a couple months ago when I entered this company, but recent events have caused me to examine how I've carried myself, and made me think of how I really feel about people. You two are a couple of the best in the world in my eyes, and it should be a great match on Monday.

Stinger looks deep into the camera, and slams his fist into the locker behind him.

But right now, I am pissed off. I apologize now for what happens Monday. Nothing on this planet is going to stop me from wrapping my hands around the cowardly throat of Spike Hannigan. Realize now that you two are facing a man who doesn't care about the honor of winning King of the Ring, you are facing a man who seeks revenge. A man who is tracking down murderers, and a man who had the greatest moment in his life stopped by a brutal beast. I will NOT be stopped. I am so desperate for this, you will have to DRAG my cold, lifeless body into the middle of the ring to pin it. I will not give up. I will not tap.

To whoever makes it out the other side of our bracket, I also extend my deepest apologizes. I will be one step closer to my vengeance, and to returning the favor to Mr. Hannigan. I give you the same warning I give to Mastermind and Kessler. If you get in my way, I WILL hurt you. Nothing is going to stop me.

And finally to Mr. Hannigan. I hope and pray to God Almighty you win your matches. I want to fight you. I want to hurt you. I want to END you. You have mad an enemy out of a bitter and broken man. You will not like the results. I will drag you into the pit of Hades, and will rip your heart out. You will never leave the seventh ring of Hell, because I will personally make sure you don't. If we make it to that round, I have no need or desire to win that match. All I care about is that you feel the same pain I have for the past week. You are a dead man walking Hannigan.

You all are dealing with a pissed off man. Someone who will have to bury emotions all week while he settles affairs and comforts family. At Madness, I get it all out.

This is your one warning.

Stinger stands and walks out, slamming the door behind him.


OOC: This may very well be my only RP this week. I got diagnosed with a concussion Saturday and still feel a lot of it. I'm only able to do it now with the help of a lot of pills. Thought I should give as much as I could.