When the camera comes on, we see a shot of the log cabin Crimson Fate, and his two new 'friends' stood in. The camera cuts off. When it returns, it's a shot of the inside. The camera shows a shot of the fireplace. In front of it, a little off to the side, sits a large oak desk, with Crimson Fate sitting in a leather recliner behind it. Crimson motions for the camera man to come closer, which he does. Fate stands, placing his hands on his desk, he begins to speak.
[Crimson:] Old man, geezer, grandpa, Hart... You need not know the reason that I may have my companions at ringside. The reason would not matter at the time. If my friends were down at ringside, you would have alot more to worry about than the reason they are there. You have alot more to worry about than why they would be there already. You have to worry about me. Now, that may seem like alot for you to handle right now, but you'll have alot of time to think about it afterwards. I don't care if you're the 'excellence of rectucution', I'm the master of pain, the messiah of harm. You're just a peasent in my world. Then once SLAM comes and goes, you'll be lucky to be that, in your own world. Come, have a seat camera man.
Crimson reaches behind him, and grabs a small wooden rocking chair. It looks to be one for a baby doll. He sets it in front of his desk, and motions for the camera man to sit. The camera man looks down, and shakes his head.
[Crimson:] I said sit.
Two men from behind the camera man, grab on to him and guide him into, or rather on to, the chair. They each keep one of their hands on his shoulder, so he doesn't get up. The camera man looks back, to see Fate's two friends, whom the he thought were out for the day. He sighs, and continues rolling on Fate.
[Crimson:] That's better..oh yes, where was I? Oh, the guy that should have retired long ago. By the way, why haven't you? I mean, you were cool back in the 80's, I guess, maybe. But you're like the Rock, same crap day in and day out. Sharpshoot this, excellently execute that, pick up a dictionary. There's alot more words for you to use, and perhaps you will learn proper english. Or maybe I'll knock enough sense in to you in our match, that you'll know better next time. As for the IRC title, it is not a worry. It is something that is determined to happen. You wanting the title or not means nothing. If you don't want it, good, than I won't have to worry about seeing you again. Once the night comes to an end, you will sit in your locker room, thinking to yourself, why did I even challenge him? Well, I guess you've finally decided to retire. Oh well, it's about time. Break time..
The camera scene fades out.
[Crimson:] Old man, geezer, grandpa, Hart... You need not know the reason that I may have my companions at ringside. The reason would not matter at the time. If my friends were down at ringside, you would have alot more to worry about than the reason they are there. You have alot more to worry about than why they would be there already. You have to worry about me. Now, that may seem like alot for you to handle right now, but you'll have alot of time to think about it afterwards. I don't care if you're the 'excellence of rectucution', I'm the master of pain, the messiah of harm. You're just a peasent in my world. Then once SLAM comes and goes, you'll be lucky to be that, in your own world. Come, have a seat camera man.
Crimson reaches behind him, and grabs a small wooden rocking chair. It looks to be one for a baby doll. He sets it in front of his desk, and motions for the camera man to sit. The camera man looks down, and shakes his head.
[Crimson:] I said sit.
Two men from behind the camera man, grab on to him and guide him into, or rather on to, the chair. They each keep one of their hands on his shoulder, so he doesn't get up. The camera man looks back, to see Fate's two friends, whom the he thought were out for the day. He sighs, and continues rolling on Fate.
[Crimson:] That's better..oh yes, where was I? Oh, the guy that should have retired long ago. By the way, why haven't you? I mean, you were cool back in the 80's, I guess, maybe. But you're like the Rock, same crap day in and day out. Sharpshoot this, excellently execute that, pick up a dictionary. There's alot more words for you to use, and perhaps you will learn proper english. Or maybe I'll knock enough sense in to you in our match, that you'll know better next time. As for the IRC title, it is not a worry. It is something that is determined to happen. You wanting the title or not means nothing. If you don't want it, good, than I won't have to worry about seeing you again. Once the night comes to an end, you will sit in your locker room, thinking to yourself, why did I even challenge him? Well, I guess you've finally decided to retire. Oh well, it's about time. Break time..
The camera scene fades out.
