After the video has finished playing, Vladmir the Destroyer strolls up to the camera, and stops in front of it and stands there staunchly.


He then folds his arms. He shakes his head.

Then his Manager Austin Toolittle walks in front of the camera


He then places his hand on Vladmir's shoulder, and looks at the camera.

"Good evening fellow wrestlers of the Xtreme Wrestling Foundation, my name is Austin Toolittle, and I am the Manager for Vladmir here."

Vladmir grunts.

"I am the voice behind Vladmir as he cannot speak, because he does not have a tongue. It was taken out at an early age by some gang using him as a scapegoat. I came along, and rescued him. So we've been together ever since. I do the talking, and he does the walking so to speak."

Vladmir grunts again and pounds his fists together.

"You maybe wondering why we are here in the XWF. Well it's your lucky day, I'll tell you. Vladmir is not just called Vladmir, no, no, no, Vladmir is called Vladmir the Destroyer, and we are here in the XWF to create an uprising. Anyone who comes onto our path will be destroyed by Vladmir the Destroyer."

"You've all had a chance to avoid this. It's Toolittle Toolate."

Austin starts laughing, and Vladmir just stands there with an angry look on his face.

"You've all been warned. Time for the uprising to begin."

Austin taps Vladmir on his shoulder, and Austin walks away. Vladmir takes one last look at the camera, grunts, and follows Austin away.

Pest:Hello, then. I am Pest, the Monster under your bed. The god of Emptiness.

Vladmir grunts and stamps his feet.

AUSTIN TOOLITTLE: "Vladmir says if you are a Pest, you need to be taught a lesson. He also says there's no such things as Monsters, and it's going to be toolittle toolate for a so called 'Monster' to hide in this day and age."

Pest:I offered a simple greeting. No threat. Heed my warning, though. Do not push it. You and your mute will not like what comes next. I believe an apology will suffice.

Vladmir stands there nodding his head.

AUSTIN TOOLITTLE: "Vladmir accepts your apology. It's seems you weren't toolittle toolate."

Pest:No, you should be apologizing to me. The God of Emptiness apologizes to no man.

Vladmir shakes his head, and bangs his fists together. He looks at Austin, who looks back at the camera.

AUSTIN TOOLITTLE: "Pest, Pest, Pest, you just don't get it do you? You called Vladmir a mute. Vladmir doesn't like getting called a mute. He's just orally challenged. It is you who needs to apologize, even though you say you don't ever apologize. Don't let it get toolittle toolate."

Pest:I will not apologize. Mute. You choose to masquerade as someone I should fear, and yet you cower at the word mute. I offered the formal greeting, and respect, you spit in my face.

Vladmir clenches his fists and spits on the ground, and then he grunts, walks forwards, and looks back, and points to the floor, and acts like he's drawing a line on the floor. He looks at Austin, and grunts again.

Austin shakes his head, and looks back at the camera.

AUSTIN TOOLITTLE: "Now it's Toolittle Toolate Pest. Vladmir didn't spit in your face. All he wanted was respect. He isn't afraid of the word mute, he just makes people pay for calling him one. He also says that you crossed the line. You weren't offering a formal greeting, you knew too well what you were doing."

"You saw a threat, and you decided to tease him. Don't deny that. We can see right through you. That is what you do."

"So it seems we're now at an impasse. Something that you have brought on your self. So I hope you are prepared for what's coming next. That's all we need to say to you. It's just Toolittle Toolate."

Oh shit, he got his tongue ripped out by the fuckin' Mafia? That's hardcore. The name's Lucius, by the way.