A man awoke in a dark room, all around him, voices sounded in the darkness. They began to close in on him, getting closer and closer, frantically he tried to get away, but he realized he couldn't escape. The more he struggled against the binds, the tighter they got. He could hear their footfalls growing closer and closer, yet, no light showed him where he was. He struggled more and more, until his wrists began to bleed against the binds that held him. He felt someone's foot land between his legs, narrowly missing his most important regions. He knew the boot, he could make out it's delicate lines in the darkness. The flash of a silver buckle, almost blinded him. The person who's boot is mere inches from his nether regions. He tried to speak, but he realized, he was gagged. Clearly, this person didn't want to hear him talk, this person simply wanted him to listen. A light came on, pointed towards the owner of the boot. Finally the man in the chair has come face to face with his captor, a redheaded female, who was leaning in towards him, her bright blue eyes, searching his. Fear crossing his face. She leans forward, closer, closer, closer, until she was right in his face.

"Where is the information I asked from you?"

She glared at him. So he was an informant? That was clearly obvious from the way the woman had him shaking. But did he actually have anything for her? Probably not. He reeked of beer and was that.. piss? Did he just piss himself?

"Useless.. no good worthless moron." She growls. "Take him out back and do with him what should have been done in the first place."

She turns back to the camera at that point as three large men tote the guy out back. He kicks and screams the whole way there, begging her not to kill him. Three gunshots are heard and her smile gets bigger with each one.

"Would someone please tell me what the fuck my partner thinks he's doing? One little message then.. Poof? That is not how we are going to win this match. We are facing people like Mr. XWF. Now there is a man who walks around like he thinks he's important. Maybe he was some big name in some other little three letter company. Maybe he has a past, some unknown history of greatness, not likely I know. The unknown can feel like a scary place. You don't know what to expect, you don't know what to do, you don't know how the path unfolds in front of your feet. All humanity is afraid of the unknown, that's why death scares us so much. But the strong man accepts that there are things he cannot comprehend. That is what sets us apart from the animals. The ability to affect our own destiny. We as a species have come a long way since the nights of fire worship in caves picking fleas off our flesh. All those eons of evolution have lead us to the inevitable conclusion. The Omega Prime. Go on, scratch your greasy little heads, squish up you fat faces and wonder just what the fuck I'm talking about. I don't expect you people to understand. You don't know how to make Twinkies, but love them none the less. The Omega Prime, better known as ME! I truly am the greatest professional wrestler of the twenty-first century. Don't you people see it? Can you truly be that damn blind? I am a fucking ring prodigy. I am a multiple time champion. The list of men I have defeated reads a lot like a who's who of people that Olive Pendershore has fucked. I am the golden standard, the one who these people play at being professional wrestlers get measured up against. I am the be all and end all, the true Omega Prime. Rayne, the time has come for you to reconsider your career path. Facing me in a match is not just dangerous, it's akin to suicide. Do you want to die Rayne? These fans will jump up and down, scream, clap, beg, even pray that you just might be the unlucky bastard to unseat me. But that's not going to happen. These festering little oxygen hogs will just have to find a new hope. Really Rayne, why would you want to put yourself in this position? I'm not saying I'm some kind of career killer. You can make a name for yourself in this match against me. But it isn't going to be a shinning heap of praise. It's more likely to be, oh Rayne, just another asshat who fell before the Omega Prime. "

She smiled a bit, knowing that win or lose, at least she would get to spill some of Raynebow's blood.

"It's simple mechanics boys, you losers... me, I'm the Omega Prime. Welcome to the new age."

She walked away into the darkness laughing softly.