We open up to a lone camera trained on an empty stool. The backdrop, a pure white wall. After a few seconds of silence, a woman steps into frame. Something about her screams familiarity, and yet there's an air of mystery surrounding her. In no hurry, she pulls out a pocket mirror and examines herself before taking a seat. Closing the mirror, her eyes look into the lens, and after a few more seconds she begins to speak in a tone that only brings about more familiarity.
"Greetings, XWF."
The words escape her mouth with a slight chuckle.
"I come to you no longer masquerading as a faithful employee of the Administrator Network, but as myself. Miss Miranda Tigris, at your service."
She extends her arm, opening her palm as if mimicking a metaphorical handshake.
"As you saw with Peter Gilmour; I can create monsters who only need one move to dismantle the winner of a well designed tournament. That, and considering how low Peter's stock is in this company, and how it falls further and further each time he steps through a curtain, or speaks publicly, or even breathes, can completely destroy a tournament's decision. For, was anything really learned? Besides the fact that when given the opportunity, anyone can lay out the rookie sensation Juan Madison?"
Pausing for a moment, she looks even further into the lens. A look of faux confusion on her face, concealing an urge to burst out in laughter.
"Onto the meat of what I wished to bring to attention. The Tigris Corporation is looking for able bodied, able minded employees. Ones who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty and are good at keeping their mouth shut. For, if you can't see the writing on the wall, you may want to read a little deeper.
Please, see your nearest Tigris Corporation representatives for more information!"
With that, she blows a kiss to the camera, before the scene fades to black.
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