The camera focuses in on the outside of the home of LH Harrison. The weather is warm and slightly breezy in South Arkansas on this Thursday evening. A small blue car pulls up the home. A few seconds pass before the car doors open wide. Out of the passenger seat a fairly plain looking man stands up and adjusts his brown suit. The driver stands up with his large camera on his shoulder. He walks around the car with the camera and focuses it at the man who is now recognized as Steve Sayors. Steve Sayors talks to him for a minute before they approach the door. They are seen knocking. They wait for a few seconds before the lovely wife of Mr. Harrison opens the door. They converse for a few moments before she opens the door and allows them in.

The angle switches to the cameraman following Mr. Sayors. The camera is set up on its stand facing towards two wooden chairs. In the wooden chair on the left is Steve Sayors and the chair on the right is empty. The camera pans in to get a close-up shot of Mr. Sayors.

Good evening and welcome to another edition of A Sitdown with Sayors. I am your oh-so-humble host, Steve Sayors, and tonight I am coming to you live from the home of one, Mr. LH Harrison. We are here today to discuss the recent wining streak of Mr. Harrison and how he is quickly becoming a household name in the XWF. Now please help me in welcoming the subject of tonight's Sitdown, Mr. LH Harrison!

LH Harrison enters from the right and takes his place in he empty wooden chair. His face is indistinguishable... almost alien-like. He takes his seat and looks almost unrecognizable from the gleeful, smile ever-present LH Harrison from the first sitdown with Steve Sayors. LH's gaze looks in the direction of Sayors. Steve Sayors smiles largely and extends his hand to LH Harrison. LH Harrison looks at his hand for a lengthy five seconds before extending his to shake it quickly. Sayors eyes him strangely before commencing his speech.

Thank you for joining me tonight, Mr. Harrison. Now I have a series of questions I'd like to ask dealing with your advancement here in the XWF since our last talk.

LH Harrison rolls his neck and nods.

Now we'll start off with your first few matches. You started off in the company 1-4. With close losses coming in at the hands of Loverboy, Socrates, Anarchy, Swagmire, Doctor D'Ville, and then Loverboy again. What are your thoughts on what you learned while cutting your teeth into the company?

LH Harrison scoffs at the term 'close losses.' However, he lets the question continue until it concludes. LH Harrison takes a deep breath.

What are my thoughts on what I learned in my first five matches? Well I learned that getting my rear-end handed to me wasn't fun. He grits his teeth. I learned that I wasn't the competitor I thought I was. It seemed everywhere I looked I was reminded by my failure. I looked at my wife and it seemed like she was looking at me with sympathy... pity. I looked at my children, and they just seemed saddened by the fact that I wasn't around. Before my first match, everyone in this town of Hope, Arkansas was congratulating me. Patting me on the back and calling me 'Hope's Finest Warrior.' Then Loverboy dropped my partner on his head and covered him for a three count. Making my 'oh-so-impressive' wrestling career look like a joke. A joke. And I'd barely started.

LH sighs and bares his teeth.

Then I won my next match, and you'd think that'd make the town of Hope love me, wouldn't you? On the contrary. I invited my tag team partner, the very one that had notched my record to 0-1, to my hometown of Hope. In less than one week, he got in bed with the wife of my pastor, insulted one of my cousins, and caused a rift in two of the most adored places in Hope: the local bar and strip club. Although these are places I don't frequent, the people that do resent me now.

LH looks up to the ceiling and shakes his head with an expression on his face as if he just smelled something most foul.

Then I moved on to my third match. A huge matchup in the career of myself, right? I ended up going up against a deranged clown and a black man racist against... black men. Sounds like a walk in the park, right Mr. Sayors? Except it was one of the hardest fought loses of my career. Second only to one, but... LH exhales and his jaw clenches. We'll get to that later. During the course of that match, I received a move from Swagmire that involved him headbutting me in the groin multiple times. I would then become the laughing stock of the XWF. It seemed like I had become the butt of every joke. 'Yeah, why would I want to join the XWF against a guy who lost by getting headbutted in the groin?'

Steve Sayors giggles softly at the quote. LH looks at Steve Sayors sending daggers through his eyes.

Excuse me? Are you laughing at me? You see, this is what I'm talking about. Here I am baring my soul, and you're laughing at me? You're laughing at ME?!

LH runs his hand through his hair and grits his teeth together. LH takes a deep breathe and goes back to his state before the interview... almost a comatose unresponsive state.

Please continue on with your questions, Mr. Sayors.

Steve Sayors just eyes him oddly but tries to cover it up with a clearing of his throat.

Oh umm... okay. Well since we started discussing each individual match, let's continue on with that trend. Your next match was the battle royal in which several legitimate competitors entered. How did you feel competing in your favorite style of match?

LH smiles slightly and looks up at Sayors.

How kind of you to remember Steve. Yes, it was an exhilaration fighting in a battle royal. My first ever! I was so excited going into that match, but... you saw how that turned out. I once again got what, Mr. Sayors?

Umm... not a win?

Well true, but I meant I got the Silver. Once again, I got second place. I lost because I wasn't willing to take advantage of an opportunity that Luke Gunner gave me. I apologize, Gunner, but I don't operate like that. I make my own opportunities. I don't take what others have handed me. Now I'm sure the next match you're going to ask me about is the Fatal-4-Way. LH clears his throat and folds his hands on his lap interlocking his fingers. He stares at his hands. That was the lowest point for me. I had never been pinned until that point. Loverboy drove my head into the mat, rolled me over, and pinned me. In a match with four men, I was the one that took the pinfall. I hit rock bottom. The only saving grace of that match was that I wouldn't have long to dwell on it. The Wednesday Warfare after that, I took on Mastermind.

That brings me to my next question, Mr. Harrison. Let's take the scene back to that fateful night against Mastermind. How did it feel to finally get a win on your own?

LH gives him a disgusted look down the side of his nose.

What kind of question is that, Sayors? How do you think it felt? I'd been a failure in the XWF until that Submission match. And even after I beat Mastermind in the MAIN EVENT of Warfare, no one cared. No one patted me on the back and said good work. No. No one gave me a high-five. Thus I decided to do what few others have had the stomach to do. I went to Madness and challenged one of the biggest and baddest monsters on the roster and put it all on the line. My job. My career. My life, essentially. I challenged Cain to a Loser Leave Brand match. He accepted, as I knew that any man of his arrogance would. Then I got kidnapped by the man who now follows me. But that's another story. What really matters is the gumption I pulled in to come out the victor against the man who is now the #1 Contender for the Universal Championship. That's quite the accomplishment I must say.

LH smiles the first nearly genuine smile. Sayors looks through his glasses at LH.

It was a phenomenal match if I do say so myself, Mr. Harrison. That followed by your excellent contests against The Aerial Knight and The Spike Hannigan seemed to really get a fan base behind you. How did it feel to hear LH chants, Mr. Harrison?

It gave me goosebumps, Mr. Sayors. Genuinely, there are few times I felt more in awe than when the audience began pulling in my favor. And not only did I earn two more singles victories, I earned two more friends in the quest to inspire the masses. These past three weeks have been amazing. The head turning began when I defeated one of the three sons of The Brotherhood. And then... I fought Enigma.

LH sighs and rest his gaze down on the floor between his feet. His jaw clenches at the thought of the most recent Warfare fight.

Well... that leads me into my next question, Mr. Harrison. Now that you've experienced the taste of winning, what were your thoughts and emotions coming out of the hard-fought Enigma loss?

LH shakes his head slightly as he looks above the camera. He shakes his head and looks away from Sayors. A few moments pass. Steve Sayors adjusts in his seat awkwardly.

Well we don't have to talk about it if-

No. I need to talk about it.

LH sighs and turns back to face Mr. Sayors.

It's... just a tough loss to swallow. I put a lot of effort into that match, y'know? I went out there and put my everything into that match, and what did I get to show for it? Another silver medal. It's disheartening, Sayors. I lost to Enigma who is a solid competitor between those ropes. Arguably the best I've ever faced. I'm still reeling from that clothesline. But if I can't beat Enigma at my absolute best... then what? My destiny is to beat the three faces of The Brotherhood. The three faces of absolute carnage and hellish intentions. Now... well... I'm stuck. If I can't beat Enigma, how do I move on to Sebastian Duke? The answer is... I don't.

LH interlocks his fingers and removes them. He stretches him fingers and interlocks them again. He unfolds his legs and folds them back. The fidgeting is infuriating. LH finally just sighs really deeply and puts his face in his hands. Not crying just... exhausted? Steve Sayors reaches over and pats him on the back.

I think we should take our first break. Stay tuned as we come back to LH Harrison to discuss the unfortunate events that have transpired in his life and his next opponent!