Eric - What the hell are you doing in here? Can't you see that I'm busy mentally preparing for my Tag Team Table Match at the upcoming High Voltage Card? This is going to be one painful war, and I've got a feeling that Krypt and Ice are planning something to hurt me, hurt me really bad, so I won't be able to defend my title at any upcoming shows. They all have been hiding our from the building, and I am unaware where everyone is.
This week, my undefeated record is on the line, in a Tag Team Tables Match, but my singles record will remain undefeated for quite sometime, because I will never get beaten by anyone here in EFC, unless someone that actually has the balls to take me on willl step into the ring, and we'll have a good tussle, and the winner, you guessed it, will either keep the EFC World Title, or will take it from my cold dead fingers. That will be the day that all e-wrestling as we know it will die. There are no other motives here, I am the saviour, the headliner here in EFC, and without me, it would be like McDonald's with out hamburgers.
Mr. Cameraman, do you know anything about my partner? Fire I think his name is. From what I've seen, it looks like I'm running solo already in this match. So Krypt and Ice, you bring yourselves down to the ring, and I'll bring the tables. Before the night is over, you willl be going through a table, I gaurentee that. Now Cameraman, get the hell out of my locker room, so I can finish preparing for this bloodbath.
***Eric pushes the cameraman out of the room and into the hallway, and slams the door in his face as the scene fades to black.***
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