{The scene fades in, outside the TCW Headquarters. The darkness of night looms over the scene, and the shadows of the great building flicker like flames in a fire. There is complete silence, until a much taller shadow, a darker shadow emerges onto the scene, faint footsteps begin to grow louder and closer, and next thing-two jet black eyes stare right into the camera. Without moving, they seem to tell a story, then the camera zooms in on the full body shot of a tall, lean man. He looks about 6'4, and has short, fair hair. The man is wearing a long black trenchcoat, and a pair of faded jeans. He has his hands in his pockets and takes a deep breath, his warm breath visible in the cold, thin air.}

Man: So it begins. The whole process starts over; history repeats itself. TCW, a brand new fed, unlimited potential, the sky is the limit! Just take a look at the talent roster, you got Kid X, well known superstar, Omega...one of the most awesome competitors the US or Canada have ever seen...Jack "Bengal" Tyler, DBW's finest. The list goes on, but there is one name on the list that some of these TCW "Fans" wouldn't recognize, there is a name of a person who worked and worked his ass off to get where he is.

There is a man who earned every damn thing he ever held. A man who has wrestled the world and back, the IRWF in Ireland...UJW in Japan...HKWF in Hong Kong, England's BCWF, MPW in Mexico, feds in Australia...France...Germany, and the US. For years I put my life on the line, in death defying matches like the House of HKWF, or the IRWF Impalement. But then came the light. Finally after I studied the Martial Arts in Japan, learned the tricks of the trade, I got my first Mainstream recognition, in the EWO, then came the GZW, where after months of being held back, my old HKWF Boss, John Profit took over and set things straight, and I became the GZW Light Heavyweight Champion.

Some of you still may not know who I am, so how about DCW North American Champion? or XFWF World Champion? No, I didn't come here to gloat, I came here to get some respect, and to tell the world that the HKWF Hitman is here, the IRWF Assassin has arrived, I am here. TCW's maker, TCW's saviour...the Lone Gunman John Taylor!!!! 

{Taylor starts to walk towards a parked Honda Civic. It is a rusted silver in colour, and Taylor stops, staring at the vehicle.}

Taylor: Now after all I have been through...TCW has the pleasure of signing me, they promised riches, they promised publicity, they promised recognition, they promised everything that I never had. And this is all I get for it? A piece of crap as meaningless as every fan that screams the name of my future opponents, those insignificant fools, acting out a pantomime, an opera, but you see, they, like my opponent in the Lord of the Ring, are mere puppets in the puppet show that is TCW. 

Although I do not know who my opponent will be, there is only one name they need...La Marionette. {OOC: The Puppet in french} Who will be my opponent? Kid X? The man who calls himself a legend, the man who supposedly sends chills down our spines? X, if you and I were to meet in this tournament, would you send chills down my spine? Would you get the crowd on your side? Get them to chant your name at the top of their stupid little voices? Do that all you want, "Kid", because nothing is more chilling...more deadly...more violent...than the sheer Violence of Silence!! 

No, maybe I won't face Kid X, maybe I will face this self proclaimed "Sexy Boy" Andrew Red. Now Andrew, you seem to have a high opinion of yourself, and what is this "Sexy Boy" crap? A nickname-mere words, mere letters put together to make a noise, a loud noise that blocks out the childish screams of an insecure child. Andrew, I see you with your little promos, but really all I see is a scared little boy, afraid to enter a man's world. This is one man, and one man only's world....The LONE GUNMAN's world! 

Perhaps I am leaving something out of this equasion...the huge superstar known as Omega. Now you'd think I don't know anything about this guy, but you don't stay up at night, watching and re-watching PSW Shows, promos, picking up any and all info I could on Omega, and don't think for one second that if we get drawn against each other that I will not be prepared...Azrael.

{Gunman takes a set of keys from his pocket, and opens the door of his car. He takes one final look back at the TCW Headquarters, then gets into the car. He reverses out of the parking lot, and the camera follows him, inside the car.}

Taylor: So those are 3 of the biggest threats in the Lord Of The Ring, but what about the Bengal? Jack Tyler! Tyler likes to say "You don't know Jack", but Jacky Boy, believe me, I most definitely do know Jack! It wasn't that long ago that in DBW, you were winning titles, getting all the attention, all the publicity...all the fame...but what about me? I was there Jacky. You know very well that I was there, the Lone Gunman was in the DBW. Did he win the TV Title? NO. But did he even get a shot at the TV Title? NO! You had everything Tyler, but Taylor got nothing, did he?

You got it all, all because of that woman Raye. How fitting was it that the man who held 3 titles at once just happened to be bedding the commissioner? {OOC: Raye was commish} But none of that for Taylor. I never got a damn thing. So where did you go after DBW? I DON'T CARE WHERE YOU WENT AFTER DBW! Because the only place you are going now, is the cemetery of the Gunman...and I will personally bury you myself...ALIVE!

{Taylor pulls up outside a Motel 6. He gets out of his car, black gym bag slung over his shoulder, and steps inside a run-down room.}

Taylor: So John. This is where you have ended up...driving a cheap rental car and staying in a stupid Motel 6. Where did it all go wrong John?

{Taylor sighs, and walks over to his bed. He opens the drawer, and takes out some photos. They are old DBW Pics.}

Taylor: Why did I have to leave DBW? Things would have been great..smooth sailing...but all because of him.

{Comes to a photo of Jack Tyler and Raye holding hands, and smiling. He starts to rip Jack's head out of the photo, leaving just Raye's smiling face.}

Taylor: Such a happy face...such a youthful face...soon my dear, soon.

I'M WAITING!!!

{Taylor shuts off his light as the scene fades to black.}