The scene opens to a crowded street, devoid of color and sound. Scurrying crowds pack the sidewalks, vehicles gridlock the busy roadways. A newspaper caught in a gust of wind fills the frame, and the camera follows it as it dances it’s way upward, dropping to the ground where it is stepped upon by a freshly polished shoe. The camera pans upward, revealing a nicely pressed tuxedo, before stopping at the bright red skull mask of Titan. The icy stare remains fixated as he begins pushing through the crowd, his head standing several inches above the crowd. Titan strides along the sidewalk slowly, pausing at a pair of women who seem to be screaming at each other.

“A microcosm of the XWF. The irrelevant masses shuttle about, lacking a purpose. On the rare occasion that they can be bothered to deviate from their pointless paths, they do little more than bicker and argue like children fighting over playthings.”

Titan makes his way further down the sidewalk, stepping in-between the two arguing women. Oblivious to Titan, the women never break their gaze and continue their argument. After a few strides Titan reaches an alley. Titan’s head slowly moves to the left, the camera follows and reveals a homeless man seated on the ground, an empty soup can in his shaking hands.

“And then there are those who exist solely to pursue riches, to pursue gold. ‘Champions,’ as they call themselves. A joke, indeed. Those who hold these golden trinkets parade about as if they are in a position of power, unable to realize that they are nothing more than a more visible representative of their pathetic peers. Targets for the more aggressive pawns, at best.”

Titan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a large cockroach, and places it into the man’s cup. The man does not move, nor does he even acknowledge Titan’s presence. Titan places his hands back into his pockets and continues to walk toward a large crowd gathered around a police barricade.

“But we, we are not the same as the rest. We have come to serve a purpose greater than trivial pursuits and petty animosity. The allure of championship trinkets is lost on this one, we have no use for such useless clutter. We have no need to engage in the squabbling that occurs on a daily basis, the ‘talent’ that festers in the XWF are unable to comprehend the thoughts of this one.”

Titan steps closer to the police barricades where officers frantically try to keep the crowd from pushing forward. In the middle of the street lies a body with a sheet draped over it, a crimson pool slowly leaking out from underneath. Forensic workers huddle over the body and look up, pointing toward an open window on the skyscraper towering over the street corner.

“We have monitored the events of the XWF for some time now. In disgust, we have watched closely as the owners made fools of themselves. We watched as homosexuals flooded the roster. We witnessed every instance of backstabbing and betrayal. And then Morgan Eldred committed the most heinous offense of them all. Morgan Eldred stole a position of power.”

“We could no longer stand idly by and watch.”

“We felt an outrage, the likes of which we have never felt before. We knew that this deed would go unpunished by those who ran the XWF, and thus we came to do what they could not bring themselves to do. And now we have arrived. With haste we made it known that this was a new era of the XWF, showing the immoral mascot of the XWF exactly what happens when we have been prodded. In the war between the XWF’s helmsmen, the most vocal supporter of the popular Administrator was quickly subdued and rendered useless in the battle. We had no stake in either man, frankly. and the Administrator were both unfit to rule over this garbage-filled cess pool. And yet we became involved, for no reason other than usher in a new message to the XWF: Those who do not consider the consequences of their actions in full, are going to be held responsible. Frodo Smackins found this out while submerged in a toilet, and Morgan Eldred will learn the same lesson, perhaps in a similar manner. But first…”

The police officers at the barricade ignore Titan as he walks right past them, right into the middle of the crime scene. He squats down and cocks his head to the side, examining the blood stained sheet.

“But first, we face Scott Charlotte in our Monday Night Madness debut. This match leads us to question Eldred’s commitment to his roster. After utterly destroying the Administrator’s lackey Frodo, why place just one man in the ring to face us? The results will be more of the same. That said, we have no animosity towards Charlotte, but we will feel no remorse for decimating him in the middle of the ring. Charlotte has voiced a displeasure in facing opponents in ‘throwaway’ matches. This one, however, will be anything but. Charlotte has the pleasure of welcoming a new era into the XWF, a moment which will not be forgotten for years to come. Charlotte should feel nothing but pride and elation, knowing that he is finally serving a purpose. Perhaps falling to the feet of this one will stop his delusional hopes of becoming a figure entrenched in the XWF’s main event scene, a spot surely reserved for those more talented than he. It is time for him to focus on more realistic goals. With the death of Shane , Charlotte no longer has an enemy to obsess over. We hope, for his sake, that he misconstrues our involvement in the battle for the XWF as showing support for his enemy --the kind of animosity that would fill his heart is a prospect that excites us. We are confident that Scott Charlotte will fall easily, however, we are welcome to a bit of sport. Toying with Charlotte will be a perfect way to show Morgan Eldred what he has in store.”

“Scott Charlotte, we wish we could offer you a heartfelt apology for what is going to happen to you come Monday night. But, we cannot, as it would be insincere. We are going to pummel you. We are going to break you. We are going to humiliate you. We are going to humble you. And we are going to enjoy every. single. second. We are not a stepping stone, nor are we a roadblock. We are an obstacle that, frankly, you are not equipped to overcome. Do not feel ashamed Scott Charlotte, you are but the first of many. Abandon your hope to claim yourself a God, because you are no God. We, however…”

Titan reaches for the sheet and yanks it backwards off the corpse. The camera points downward revealing the same crimson skull mask worn by Titan, on the corpse. The camera slowly zooms in on the mask. Suddenly the eyelids spring open, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes.

“We.”

“Are.”

“Titan.”

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