*static fills the camera for a few minutes before cutting to Chris Jones, his face filling the entire frame. He adjusts the angle of the camera before looking into it*
Jones: So I'm here in None-Of-Your-Goddamn-Business, thinking about a lot of things. Thinking about my past, present, and future in WZCW. Mainly because the many viewers have been doing the same. "Why'd he do this?" "Where's he going to go from here?" "What does the future hold?" Well, let me end the speculation.
*Jones leans back a bit, continuing*
Jones: Let's start with the past. Last week on Meltdown, I faced off against one half of the new tag champs, Mr. Baller. And through some dumbass refereeing, the match was a draw. Now, I don't know about you folks, but I call that some grade-A bullshit. The match had barely even started, and I was wiping the mat with Baller. And right after I hit a big move, the match is thrown out? Call me paranoid, I know I have multiple times, but I get the feeling the ref wasn't completely unbiased there. In other words, Baller, I believe that you paid the ref to throw the match out when it looked like you were going to lose. I understand, Baller, that you can't beat me. I know that you know that. And I'd be able to accept you forfeiting, because quite frankly, that's the smart thing to do. But the fact that you made the ref throw the match away rather than give a decisive winner is just pathetic, and it makes you and the title you hold look like a joke.
*Jones then gives the screen the finger*
Jones: So, in conclusion, Baller, fuck you in the ear with a branding iron.
*Jones then sighs, stretching a bit*
Jones: Now, let's skip ahead to my future. You will more than likely remember that last week I also made my presence known in the Mayhem title match, which led to Killjoy's victory. You're probably wondering why I got involved at all.
*Jones leans forward, voice lowered to almost a whisper*
Jones: In my life's quest to make the world a better place, I have to hurt a lot of people. I have to make them pay for their disgusting and harmful paths. Because of this, I've started to enjoy hurting people. It feels like I'm truly accomplishing something when I hear screams of pain, or see blood dripping from broken bodies. It feels.....good. And what better place to do that than the Mayhem division, where rules become options and people become roadkill? No restrictions to what I can and will do to my opponents. The concept is so exciting to me that it feels like Christmas has come much earlier this year.
*Jones grins widely while leaning back*
Jones: Which brings me, in a sense, to my present. This week on Ascension, I face off against Gordito, one of the new additions to the WZCW roster. Now, you and I both know very little about him, but here's what I can tell you. Apparently, his whole....thing, I guess would be the term, is that he supports the "punk" lifestyle. Somehow, this makes you folks at home like him. This only proves just how little you truly know. You would gladly support anyone as long as they say a few words about how much they like you, regardless of what path they follow.
*Jones sighs, standing up*
Jones: Well, I think it's best that I educate you on what the "punk" lifestyle is really all about.
*Jones then moves aside, finally showing the rest of the room. The walls are painted a dull grey, with paint and wallpaper peeling off and missing in various places, showing that the room and possibly the house were abandoned long ago. In the center of the room is a young man with dirty blonde hair, tied down to a chair, barely conscious. Jones walks over to him, gently patting him on the cheek*
Jones: Wakey-wakey.
*The man groans, moving his head up and looking into the camera, showing his split lip and swollen black eye. Jones, grinning all the while, places his arm around the back of the chair*
Jones: Tell them your name.
Man: C....Ch.....Chuck...
*Jones crouches down beside Chuck, looking at him*
Jones: Tell me something, Chuck. Do you like getting hurt? Do you like what I did to you?
Chuck: N....no.....no, of course not....
Jones: Do you like hurting other people, Chuck?
Chuck: No....
Jones: *chuckles while turning Chuck's head towards him* Then why in the world do you follow the "punk" lifestyle, you silly little man?
Chuck: Punk....punk's all about freedom.....doing what you want.....when you want....
Jones: At the expense of other people's safety?
Chuck: What.....I don't know what you're talking about....
Jones: Don't feed me that bullshit. I've seen the concerts people like you go to. Jumping around while the band screams hateful nonsense. People cheering while you beat the crap out of each other. How many people have you put in the hospital with your drunken violence?
Chuck: That.....that's not true....
Jones: Every other band is a variation of "fuck the system, fuck this, fuck that, we're a bunch of whiny brats who feel like complaining", or people who fail to hide their hate-filled violence toward a certain demographic behind what they consider to be music.....Chuck, look at me when I talk to you.
*Chuck had turned his head away while Jones was ranting. Jones then grabbed a handful of Chuck's hair and forcefully turned his head back at Jones*
Jones: I SAID LOOK AT ME!
*Chuck's only response is a slight whimper, which causes Jones to smirk*
Jones: Bunch of supposed Neo-Nazi anarchists.....you probably don't even what the true meaning of "anarchy" is, do you? You just think it's another word for chaos, right?
*Jones then stands up, grinning widely*
Jones: No, see.....THIS is chaos.
*Jones then grabs a nearby electric guitar and promptly smacks Chuck in the face with the edge of it, causing Chuck and the chair to fall back, Chuck's scream of pain mingling with the twanging of the guitar strings and Jones' wild laughing*
Jones: Aw, what's the matter, Chuckie? I thought you were all for letting people do what they want! Well, this is what I want to do! Not as wonderful as you thought it was, IS IT?!
*Jones then moves back towards the camera, wide manic grin spread across his face*
Jones: See, Gordito, this is what lies in store for you and people like you! Neo-Nazi, violent, hateful bastards, who only think about conflict and never consequence! EVERYTHING has consequences, Gordito! That's not cruelty, but a fact of life. And in itself, the most basic form.....of justice.
*Jones then moves back to Chuck, who's still groaning in pain. Jones raises the guitar to strike again just as the camera feed cuts out*