Bad Company by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the Strong Style Champion Po1ski begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He looks calm, cool, and collected as he enters the ring. Po1ski walks over to the ropes and grabs a microphone.
Jordon Mathewson: What do you think the champion is going to say, James?
James Wilson: Sshh you dolt! I won’t be able to hear him if you keep rambling that filler content you call commentary.
Po1ski: Well, if you didn’t already know, I’m competing tonight against a rookie of SWS for my Strong Style championship. I guess I destroyed this roster to the point where they have to get some never-was fanboy from the crowd to fight me.
The crowd boos at Po1ski’s overwhelming arrogance.
Po1ski: But anyway, we're here tonight with our pay-per-view Domino. And my opponent is this guy Soorya. He appears to be some sort of "fan favorite", like he actually thinks you people matter enough to pander to your emotions. It doesn't matter if he gets cheered by the fans or not, he will end up like everyone else who I've faced since I've been here. Laid out in the center of the ring, with me pinning him 1...2...3...
The Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Po1ski: Hey, you can’t argue with the facts. I have decimated everyone I fought in Shoot Wrestling Society. Suicide6…destroyed him. Grim Reality…destroyed him. Hunter Death…destroyed him. And most recently, The Mage. And guess what happened in our match a couple weeks ago? Oh yeah, that’s right. I destroyed him.
Jordon Mathewson: Well, I wouldn’t put it like that, but you can’t argue with Po1ski’s record in SWS.
James Wilson: Hordon I swear to God…
Po1ski: But you know what? If management believes that this kid deserves a title shot, then I guess he might be worthy enough for a beatdown from the Polish Freight Train, Po1ski. I just hope you come prepared Soorya. If you make even one mistake in this ring, I will break you.
Po1ski pauses and a sinister smile forms across his lips.
Po1ski: Of course, it wouldn't matter if you did everything perfect and I had both arms tied behind my back. Because I am the greatest Strong Style champion in the history of SWS. I am Po1ski. I will annihilate you, and leave your battered body in this very ring. And that, my friend, is a promise.
Po1ski drops his microphone and slowly strolls out of the ring. The crowd boos him as he walks up the ramp. The camera fades to black and then switches to the next segment of the show.