"Now that I've had a full day to scout my three opponents, I have a little more to say about the poor wankers."

Andrew is standing in near darkness, a small, dim fixture on a brick wall the only light, providing a small view of the white suit he's wearing and the left half of his face.

"So Reaper, Darkcloud, Alexandra I must say I'm very sorry to inform you all that you've each been chosen to take a walk on the wild side and step into the lion's den."

He lifts up his arms as if welcoming someone to his home.

"Now I'm sure a group of intelligent chaps like yourselves can realize this isn't my first spat. But if you're all as gormless as your past presents you, then let me make something very clear, right here, right now."

His face, while hard to see, seems to become a little sterner.

"You're not going to be in the ring with some twit who just fell out of wrestling school yesterday, I've been in this business since I was seventeen years old, NINE BLOODY YEARS!"

He stops for a moment apparently to calm himself down because when he continues it is in a much calmer tone.

"I've seen it all, I've lived on the streets, slept in dumpsters, had crowds try to stab me, literally had to fight my way out of the arena every other night as I laid out their favourites one by one in the middle of the ring."

He slowly steps to the side, revealing himself fully in the light.

"So you see three invalids such as yourselves don't concern me. A man claiming to be a storm, Darkcloud, you better bring a bloody umbrella, ella, ella, because I'm gonna rain on you and leave worse bruises than Chris Brown did on Rihanna."

He laughs at his own wit.

"Another claiming to be death, which personally brings more comfort to myself than uneasiness. You may claim to be a shepherd but you seem more like the boy who cried wolf to me, and you seem a little bland for my eloquent, lively, taste of things, things like caviar."

He pauses for a moment as if contemplating, or planning out what he's going to say next.

"And speaking of fish and fish nets, finally my favourite kind of female, a real go getter, whom I personally feel is the biggest threat in this match, although that isn't saying much. Alexandra, you're a beautiful young lady, minus all that makeup, but you lurk in the shadows talking to yourself trying to convince everyone your some sort of weirdo, but all I see is a girl who over dramatizes her past in a sad attempt to make herself seem like a psycho, something plenty of people do when they're scared."

He steps closer to the camera while slowly tilting his head, until his face nearly engulfs the entire screen.

"But despite all the scare tactics from you all, and the ribbing from myself, you buggers need to realize who you're stepping in the ring with, I've got a few screws loose myself. In fact as Darkcloud washes away all the makeup off Alexandra's pretty little face, while she's eating the reaper's rotting corpse, guess who's going to be singing in the rain? The Barmy Brit himself, Alexander Aldway."

He gives a big grin and steps away from the camera, raises his arms to the sky, and slowly turns around whistling as he slowly walks into the darkness.