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The EWF cameras come to life on a dark street somewhere in the United States. A pale moon hangs high against a black background. Only a few stars shine through the thick clouds of pollution. The scene opens outside a large brick building. The stone sign above the front double doors reads “Stover House.” Sitting on the steps leading up to the double doors is EWF newcomer Jevon Williams. Williams wears dark blue “Tomlinson” San Diego Chargers jersey over a gray hooded sweatshirt and baggy blue denim jeans. Williams sits with his head lowered, his arms resting on his knees in front of him. There is a long moment of silence before Jevon’s voice breaks through, his head still lowered, his eyes looking at the steps at his feet instead of the camera.

’Violence Defined’ Jevon Williams “Last week the first shot was fired. The first shot in what will come to be a war. The war being Jevon Williams against anyone who attempts to come in between with me and what I want. Right now, that’s the EWF Television Champion, Danny ‘Pitbull’ Slater. That title he so proudly wears around his waist belongs to me. The pride he feels, that sense of accomplishment… it all belongs to me. Is it jealousy? Is it envy? You can call it whatever the fuck you want. Fact of the matter is, Jevon Williams has come to the EWF for one reason and one reason only… to be the best the EWF has ever been blessed enough to witness. And that is the exact reason Mikey Sparks fought to bring me to the EWF and the exact reason De Luca fought to bring me to the Mayhem Roster. And soon every muhfucka in the locker room and every muhfucka droppin’ they paycheck to view the EWF live will realize just how dangerous Jevon Williams can be.

Once again Jevon Williams falls silent. There is a brief moment of silence before Jevon lifts his head looking straight into the camera.

’Violence Defined’ Jevon Williams “Slater, last week you got a taste of what awaits you. Last week you fell to the better man. You can sit there and bitch about an attack from behind or you were worn down from your match against Churchill… hell, you can use whatever excuse you want, it makes no difference. The fact of the matter is you ain’t shit Slater. How you won that Television Title is something I’ll never understand. But come Thursday, when I face you in the ring, you’re gonna be beat within an inch of your pathetic existence. But I ain’t gonna finish you off, nah, not Thursday Night. I’m leave you with a somethin’. Just enough for you to drag your pathetic ass to the pay per view and face me in the ring one more time so that you can lose that Television Title fair and square.”

“Kyle Churchill. …Let me give you a piece of advice slick. Keep your mouth shut and play your role. Way I see it, you had your shot at Slater and you blew. Golden opportunity to pin the champ, one, two, three, in the center of the ring… and you blew it. It was you that got pinned in the middle of that ring. And just like I’mma do this Thursday, I had to come in and clean up your mess. Last Thursday we both proved something. You proved that you just can’t get the job done and I proved that I can. So Churchill, keep ya mouth shut and just be glad that you’ll even get to stand in the same ring and compete in a match with someone the caliber of Jevon Williams. I don’t know who’s dick you sucked to get the chance to be in the ring with Jevon Williams twice, but you must’ve done a good job. Come Thursday, I’m gonna carry your ass against Slater and Kostoff and then a week later, I’m gonna break your ass to move onto the pay per view and win the Television Title ya dig?”

“Kostoff, as far as you go, you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time matched up against the wrong dude. I really ain’t got nothin’ against you. Maybe that’s because I ain’t never seen nothin’ from you. Or maybe that’s because you ain’t even on my radar. Whatever the case be, I don’t got much to say to you. But don’t for one second think that just because I had to write ya name down on my mind to remember, doesn’t mean you don’t share the same fate as Slater and Churchill. ‘Cause just like them you stand in the way of Jevon Williams becoming Television Champion. So watch ya mouth and slow ya roll because I wont hesitate to stomp ya ass out with the quickness… feel me?”

Jevon smiles arrogantly as the scene slowly fades out.

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