The camera fades from black to reveal Po1ski. He is walking towards GM Barnabush’s office. He opens the door and walks in.
Po1ski: Hey Mr. Barabush. And before you say it, I know I didn’t knock, but this is very important. Look, I need a quality opponent to battle for this Strong Style Championship. I have dedicated my career to gaining this title, and I had to go through hell and back to get it. I had to battle a hall of fame wrestler in Hunter Death to get this, and it’s only right that I defend it against the same quality of guy.
Po1ski pauses and looks at the championship belt. He gazes at the front plate for a brief second, and then quickly looks back at the General Manager.
Po1ski: You know me, Mr. Barnabush, I’ll kick some butt all day long. But I just feel that when it’s for this title, it’s gotta be special every time. I don’t want these push – over opponents, jobbers who couldn’t lace my boots, let alone beat me for this belt. I’ll take anyone you got in mind, sir, anyone at all.
Po1ski waits for GM Barnabush to speak.
[Go ahead with anything, HCTPF5, I figured this could either be The Mage or another new feud, whoever you had in mind. And sorry for the late RP, I'll try to get them in sooner from now on]