The camera shot eyes in on Steve Davids sitting in the center of the locker room on a bench with his back faced away from the camera. There is complete silence in the area other than the constant ticking of a clock.

Steve Davids
"Can you hear that Chris? Can you hear that?.... That's the noise of the countdown to your destruction. That's the noise of the countdown until my victory. That's the noise of me on my path of glory. No one ever enters this locker room because they know that I shall be sat here in my thoughts and wouldn't it be oh so rude to interrupt that 'nutter in room 13'. Well thirteen is known to be an unlucky number and I break all of these lies by sitting here before the matches I compete in, going out there and proving that luck means nothing. Luck is nothing. I hear it time and time again. ARGH"

Steve tears part of his hair out after a roar.

"You all stand there and you complain about your losses being a matter of luck or a 'fluke' and it disgusts me. How could you claim your own failures on a matter of truth. If you lose a match, you deserve to lose that match. Your opponent bettered you. Move on. Improve. Or end up like me. Holding on to bad memories and wanting nothing more than the next match to come along so that even if I lose, I HURT my opponent. I want to make them bleed. I want to make you all bleed. Oh and I shall. See before the time has fully clocked out..."

Steve smashes the clock with his fist. The ticking stops.

"I will demand blood. For it is a simple fact that.... All Men Must Fall."