The camera pans over a vast, valley filled with evergreens and forrest animals. It's very clear that we are in New England. The air is crisp and frigid, as the camera begins to traverse up a mountain side. The mountain is covered with the same green brush as the valley, with the peak being topped with bleach white snow. The picture perfect mountain, and it is utterly breath-taking.
We fade to a shot of a man walking on the side of the same mountain. His shiny blonde hair stands out among all else, and his eyes are guarded by a pair of black Oakley sunglasses. His upper body is wrapped in a leather jacket, with his hands contained by leather gloves. He wears blue denim Levi's on his built legs, with his feet sitting inside Timberland work boots. A strange thing about the man, though, was the leather strap over his shoulder. The gold on the strap shined brighter than any lightbulb, with it's sheen only being broken by the large red X in the center.
But, now it seems that the mans identity is all too clear. The man is Ben Legend, WZCW's Elite X Champion. He stops mid-stride and centers his attention on the camera. His breath is noticable in the air, a side effect from the cold weather.
For several weeks, I've been here in the wilderness preparing my self for my first title defense at Redemption. But now, I see this sabatical as a waste. Not just a waste of my time, but of time in general. By now, I could've been both Murfish and the Grand Mystique one-on-one, and silence the doubters once and for all. Then I realized, that would take all of the fun out of it.
A wicked grin appears across Legend's face, a sign of the pure evil that has enveloped in his mind set.
Since my agreement to ally myself with Joseph Rios, I've began to finally understand what my career has been so far-a mistake. You see, when I first started, it wasn't about the money or the titles. It was about going out there, having a good time, and pleasing the fans. But when Will injured my at the Lethal Lottery, I found my ephiphany. While I stumbled back to the locker room, I saw the look on the fans faces. The couldn't care less about me, or my personal pain. Then, the least expected person reached out to me...
The camera fades to a flashback of sorts. It's after the Lethal Lottery, and Legend is in the trainer's room, icing his leg. In comes a man in a three-piece suit, the WZCW World Champion at the time, Joseph Rios.
You're lookin' pretty beat up there, Benny. Did my man Will lay in to you too hard?
Piss off, Rios. If I wasn't hurt, I'd give you a more physical warning, if you know what I mean,
Hey, I'm not here to pick a fight, Legend. I'm here to give you a deal. We both know that Will is a greedy bastard, who would as soon double-cross his grandma as he would his friends. You are a victim of that greed, as well as a victim of the fans deceit. I learned a long time ago they don't give a s#!t about us. They'd rather see us goin' out on a stretcher than on our two feet with a title. Now once you realize that yourself, give me a call, and I'll make you bigger than you ever dreamed.
The camera fades back to our previous scene.
I thought he was full of it back then. But, I watched the tape of the Stairway to Hardcore match, and those people cheered loudest when I was on my back. The truth hurt, no doubt about it. So, I gave myself to Rios, and told him to make me a star. Now, months later, I'm the second biggest champion in this company, have a much larger pay, and live an even larger lifestyle. For now on, it's about me, not them.
Now, enough about my rise to power and stardom, and more about my so-called match. I say that, because it's going to go down one of two ways. Either I'm going to physically embarass both Mystique and Murfish, or the two will tear themselves apart, and I'll take the scraps. No matter what, I'm walking away champion. You'd think I'd actually be down on my chances, seeing how I've never faced my challengers before, but you would be dead wrong.
I don't need to know how my opponents compete, only their mentality. Murfish is a mess. He can't decide whether he's supposed to beat his opponents, or give them book recomendations. 'Fish, your literary skills will do you no good in the ring with me. Neither will your abysmal power offense, you just have no trump card for me. Besides, you'll be too worried about our third wheel to notice me.
Which, of course brings me to Grand Mystique. Can I call you GM? On second thought, I don't need your approval. GM, your what I like to affectionally call a nutcase. You look to the stars and your crystal balls for your future, when you're looking right at it. Face it, GM, your blind following of false prophecies has, and always will, hold you back from the truth. The truth is that you are NOTHING, and will never be anything. I will make you famous at Redemption, for being the first victim of my title reign.
Heed my words, WZCW, because they are the truth. I am the Mecca of Professional Wrestling, and the end-all-be-all Elite X Champion. Just when you think that you've made yourself, I will be there to take you down a peg, like so many did to me. Why? Because I finally reached the higher level, and I'm not ready to give up my spot yet. The Grand Mystique and Murfish will be the first to face the new Ben Legend, and will be the last to doubt. I just hope, when I meet my maker, that I can be redeemed for what I'm going to do. When every last body in WZCW has felt The Uprising, I hoped that I will be forgived.
Ben adjusts the championship on his shoulder, and walks toward the camera. Once close enough, Legend reaches for the camera, which cuts to static.
