”Mystery X"
-=Back inside the arean after the local fire department arrived to insure that no damage was caused from the unexpected fire created by the man calling himself Mystery X. The building has been cleared as the fire caused nothing but cosmetic damage. The arena is quite again as everyone has left to start to prepare for the event that will help lead up to March To Glory. It's now dawn, the sun is slowly starting to show it's self over herizon. The parking lot of the arena is empty and still dark as the arena is blocks out the sun. In the middle of the parking stand a lone figure. It's the man known as Mystery X, still shrouded by the cloak. He just stand in the parking lot motionless. Suddenly his voice echos in the air=-
Mystery Voice: "Lynden Phelps, your comments have not fallen on deaf ears, I heard everything you had to say about everyone on the roster. I agree with what you had to say for the most part, the ICWL "veterans" as they like to be called are nothing more the laughless jokes in the world of Professional wrestling. The champion speaks a language all his own. No one understand a single word that he has to say, and what we do understand is of no relevance. The Gillesp brothers do try to hard to hid their sexuality which is so painfully appearent, and like you, I look forward to shutting them up in the ringmaster battle royal. Sadly this is where no longer agree. I listen to every word you had to say and I was starting to feel like I was watching an episode of looney tunes, an d you were Marvin Martian running around going "You are making me angry, very angry indeed". All I heard from you is this person pissed me off, and that person pissed me off, and I'm going to beat them up. I have to say so far the ICWL is starting to sound more like a 4th grade class room then a professional wrestling organization. Everyone calling each over names, two grown men acting like inmature school girls, it's really getting pathetic. Phelps you aren't impessing anyone with your silly drinking games, and fourth grade lingo, and I assure you this much, when you get into ring 2 on Sunday night you stand no chance of walking away the victor. Lynden, you want me to reveal myself much like you revealed your true self at Takedown. You attack a man from behind, and as if that wasn't bad enough, you attacked him with a steel chair. Well Sunday, there will be no steel chairs, or any other weapons for that matter. You requested that I display my wrestling ability well you will get your wish, I just hope you actually posses some ability of your own, because from what I have seen so far, you are nothing without a weapon to back you up. I will reveal myself to you and to everyone else, this Sunday at March Of Glory and as far as my wrestling ability goes it will speak for itself when you are standing on the outside looking in the ring and you see me standing there looking back at you. I have come here to the ICWL to add some talent to the roster becuase lets face it it really needs help, and Phelps I see potental in you as you have the fire and desire of a true fighter, but let me give you some advise, drop the Marvin Martain bit and look deep inside yourself and determine what it is you truly stand for, and work off of that, because if you allow your emotions to guide you then you will enter into battle that you can't win, just like the battle you have gotten yourself into this Sunday."
-=The lights in the parkinglot go out as the sun has slowly started to light up the parking lot. The figure is still hidden in the shadows, which appear to be darker since the lights went out.=-
Mystery Voice: "Lynden you talk a lot with out actually saying anything. Listening to you talk seems to be a waste of time because you ramble on about the same thing twenty different ways. You don't scare me, nor does anyone else here in the ICWL, I just hope for your sake you are not under estimating the talent that is starting to pop up in the ICWL, I know most of the roster is a waste of space and air time, but don't ever compare me to any of them, for if you do you will find out the hard way that I am not one to take lightly. Sunday 30 men step into three rings all with the same goal in mind to walk away with a shot at the World Title, and the right to be called "The Ringmater". Now most of them don't have a hope in hell of winning, the ones that have a chance of winning this in my estimation are myself, Shane Jenkin's and you Lynden Phelps. Understand this Phelps, I have respect for you, and I see that you have great potential, but the key is potential. Given time, you may one of the great superstars in the ICWL, but the time is not now, you are still green, you have a lot to learn yet. Luckly for you I will be in the ring with you to educate you on just how this world works."
-=The strange figure pulls out matches again, and again strikes one, tossing it over his shoulder, and again flames shot up behind him, this ime the message reads "The Time Is Upon Us". The figure just walks away paying no attention to the fires burning behind him. The Camera fades out=-