Contractual obligations, gotta love’em. Honestly, Wraith would rather be anywhere but here. The idea of going on camera and answering questions that he is ill prepared for is one of the few things that scares him. It’s not so much that he fears potentially looking foolish in front of the world. Wraith has confidence that his skill in the arena of combat will more than make up for his inability to wow audiences with well thought out responses to questions most could care less about the answer to. No, the reason that Wraith is uncomfortable with this scenario is because he is hiding something. Something that he doesn’t trust himself not to slip up and revel before the time comes to do so. It’s the same reason as to why he has been a man of very few words since signing his XWF contract. Wraith finds that it’s easier to to hide the things that he wants hidden when he has a narrator doing the talking for him.

Steve Sayors walks up to Wraith with his hand extended.

Steve Sayors: “Wraith, I’d like to thank you for finding the time to drop by.”

Wraith, already sitting on the uncomfortable loveseat that’s part of the film set, looks at Steve’s hand, but ignores it. Steve lowers his hand, feeling slighted, a feeling that he’s used to. Wraith immediately stands up and bows slightly to Steve Sayors as a show of respect.

Steve Sayors: “Oh, I see...”

Sayors returns the gesture with a bow of his own. Wraith sits back down on the loveseat as Steve takes his position behind a desk just to the left of Wraith.

Steve Sayors: “You know, when I requested this interview, I didn’t think that you’d agree.”

If he had known that he had a choice, he likely wouldn’t have.

Wraith looks around the set uncomfortably, pretty much ignoring Sayors.

Steve Sayors: “A… And that’s why.”

Steve says as he winces.

Steve Sayors: “So far, we haven’t actually heard you speak. You are capable of speech, right?”

Wraith turns his attention back to Sayors and nods yes.

Steve Sayors: “Oooookay, well I hope you’re not camera shy, because we’re going live in just a few seconds.”

Live? Wraith thinks to himself. That complicates things even more so. At least if this were taped and Wraith accidently did or said something that he didn’t want getting out there, he could just slaughter the staff and destroy the recordings. With this being live however, he will have to take extra precautions to fully think through his responses.

”And we’re live in 5, 4, 3…”

The man counting down the seconds until we hit the air finishes his count silently with his fingers. 2, 1…. And he points to Steve.

Steve Sayors: “Hello XWF Universe. I’m Steve Sayors, and I have a special guest with me tonight. The XWF’s hot new ninja sinsation, Wraith!”

Steve looks to Wraith expecting him to say something. Perhaps to thank Steve for having him on the show. Needless to say, he doesn’t get that response. Instead Wraith just sits there on the loveseat, like a stone.

Steve Sayors: “Well Wraith, we’re happy to have you here. I can’t even remember the last time that we had a full fledged ninja with us!”

Wraith: “I am not a ninja…”

Wraith says at almost a whisper.

Steve Sayors: “Excuse me, what was that Wraith?”

Wraith jabs his thumb into his chest and repeats much louder.

Wraith: “Not a ninja!”


Sayors seems a little uncomfortable for a second as he smiles nervously at the camera.

Steve Sayors: “My apologies Wraith. If I offended you with that statement, it wasn’t my intent, but if you’re not a ninja, why are you dressed as one?”


Wraith sits perfectly still as he considers the question. The nervous smile slowly creeps back on Sayors face as he glances over to the director looking for, well, direction. Finally, Wraith breaks the silence.

Wraith: “I am warrior. This is traditional armor of my clan.”

Steve Sayors: “What clan is that?”

Wraith: “We are Legion”

Sayors again looks to the director behind the camera as if to ask, “what do I do with that?”, but the director just motions for Steve to continue the interview.

Steve Sayors: “Okay, so what is legion?”

Wraith hesitates to answer once again.

Finally he says...

Wraith: “That is not for you to know just yet.”

Steve Sayors: “O… Okay, well let's move on to your debut promo here in the XWF. In it, we find you in a hotel, having trouble sleeping due to the noise coming from the other room. By the end of it you are seen murdering an abusive pimp and his hooker. What was the message that you were trying to send with that skit?”

Wraith: “Message?”

Steve Sayors: “Yes, I assume that you were trying to draw a contrast between them and your opponents, BX3.”

No, he wasn’t. That’s my job.

Wraith seems legitimately confused by the question as he shuffles in his seat looking for an answer.

Wraith: “They were disrupting my sleep, so I killed them.”

Sayors tilts his head slightly as he tries to make sense of Wraiths response.

Steve Sayors: “Riiiiight, but you didn’t really kill them, right?”

Wraith: “Those two choose their fate when they decided to live a life without morals. They deserved what happened to them, just like Bilbo and Sebasstain deserve what’s coming to them.”

Steve Sayors: “WAIT, Are you saying that you actually murdered those people?”

Wraith: “I find it hard to imagine how you could have thought otherwise.”

Steve Sayors: “Maybe because it’s illegal? Not only that, but you just admitted to murder on live TV! I… I don’t even know what to say right now...”

Wraith: “Don’t...”

Steve, confused by Wraiths one word retort, throws his arms up in frustration.

Steve Sayors: “Don’t what!?”

Wraith: “Don’t sit there and pretend as though I am the first to have taken life. How many in this company, both past and present, have snuffed out the existence of another? Just last weekend Empire extinguished the flame of Jim Caedus to an audience of millions. Why are you not reacting as negatively to that?”

Steve Sayors: “That was on the show, we have stipulations in our contracts that cover things like that!”

Wraith: “Then those same stipulations will cover my actions, will they not?”

Steve struggles to find an answer, because honestly, he has no idea how XWF legal works.

Steve Sayors: “I… I don’t know, but I can’t say that I like the idea of our roster being allowed to kill random people at their discretion.”

Wraith: “If you are unpleased with my actions, you have the right to challenge me to combat.”

Steve Sayors: “WHAT?”

Wraith stands up and unsheathes his sword pointing just inches away from Sayors neck.

Wraith: “You have stated your grievance. Now all that is left is for us to fight to the death.”

Sayors takes a big gulp of air.

Steve Sayors: “Y… You can’t be serious?”

Wraith stands there with his sword at Sayors throat. Sayors closes his eyes and winces, thinking this is it, he’s about to die.

Wraith: “Nah, I’m just fucking with ya Steve!”

Wraith sheaths his sword as he has a chuckle at Sayors expense. Sayors lets out a deep sigh of relief as Wraith sits back down on the loveseat.

Steve Sayors: “You had me going! I thought damn, this guy is a psychopathic murderer and he’s about to kill me next! I’m glad to see that I was wrong about you.”

Wraith: “Oh no, I killed those people alright, but we aren’t going to fight to the death over it.”

Seemingly having learnt his lesson from the last time, Steve just goes with it.

Steve Sayors: “Fair enough… So Wraith, getting this interview back on track. Are you excited for your first match?”

Wraith: “Oh, this isn’t my first match Steve.”

Steve’s ears seem to perk at the sound of a scoop!

Steve Sayors: “Reeeeeally? So you’ve been in the XWF before, yet I’ve never heard of a Wraith before. So, can you give us any hints as to who you are?”

Wraith: “I am Wraith. Just because this isn’t my first match doesn’t mean that I’m just some boob trying to hide his true identity. Besides, I never said that this wasn’t my first match in the XWF. Just that it’s not my first match.”

Steve Sayors: “Oh come on! Don’t back peddle like that. If you’re not somebody that we already know, what’s with the mask?”

Wraith nods his head, seemingly chuckling to himself.

Wraith: “Ask Robbie Bourbon that question.”

Steve Sayors: “Okay, one final question before we wrap this up. In an earlier promo, you spoke about answering to a master. Can you atleast give us some insight as to when we may see this master of yours?”

Wraith sits quietly for a moment before standing up and facing the camera.

Wraith: “My master will be revealed when the ring has been stained by the blood of my enemies. Only then shall I prove my loyalty and earn the right to bask in her company. For BX3, that brings a sadistic carnage the likes of which they have never experienced before. So by all means, continue making a mockery out of this match. Continue to crack dick and fart jokes during your promos. Continue to to assume that this match is just like any other. Because the look of terror and agony on your faces will be all the sweeter when you realize all too late just how serious this encounter actually is.

I have watched from a distance as you fools have done nothing by make a mockery of this business. From the the day that the rats first crawled out of their hole and made every effort to sabotage the career of Jim Caedus. John Blaq, a founding BX3 member harassed Caedus at every turn. All while playing the role of bumbling idiot. Then one day, magically, he removed his very life like mask and revealed that he was another. A man named Bruce Blingsteen, and a man who just so happened to hold an 24/7 briefcase. A case that he then went on the cash in and steal Jim Caedus’s title. Even the name of your stable was a shot a Caedus and his stablemates in AX3. Knowing this does make me wonder if there is somebody hiding under those mask you wear as well.

I find it hard to believe that anyone could be as deprived as the two of you. Even harder to believe that anyone who be as happy as you two seem to be with absolutely THE worst record in XWF history. BX3 serves absolutely no purpose here in the XWF.

NONE!

And that’s what offends me the most. The fact that you continue to exist and have opportunity after opportunity presented to you! Never before have I seen such complete and utter failures manage to survive in such a competitive environment like BX3 have. Nobody likes you, not the fans, not the talent, not even management. Yet here you are, week after week, driving talented members of this roster to leave the company just to avoid the crass bullshit that you’re putting out. Even my partner for this event, Pestilence has demanded more money just to climb into the ring with you two.

As a matter of fact, I am going to require a bump in pay as well. Not money though. I’ll gladly take my payment in blood. Perhaps when we’re through with the two of you, you can find a tandem wheelchair?”

Steve Sayors: “So you’re master’s a chick?”

Wraith glares back at Steve knowing that he slipped up and said too much. Without a word Wraith storms out of the room.

Steve Sayors: “Well there you have it, Wraith really knows his history, and his master is a woman. Could she be somebody that we already know? I guess we’ll have to tune into Warfare next week to find out. Until then, I’m Steve Sayors, and that was Wraith. Goodnight folks!”