{The scene fades in, inside a dark room. Several candles are the only light, and they flicker as if in the wind. The everlasting silence is only broken by the heavy breathing of somebody. The light of the candles starts to grow, and shadows can be seen. Mainly, the tall lanky figure of a man can be made out. He seems to be holding some sort of weapon, a sword or stick. He swings the weapon in the air professionally, and he begins to speak, although the camera cannot make out his face.}

Mystery Man: So the sideshow begins, the cycle starts all over again. From UJW to EWO to GZW, GZW to HKWF, HKWF to XFWF, XFWF to TCW, and now TCW to DCW. DCW, the new beginning...the big reopening! Gimme a break! You know, before I joined DCW, back in the days of the EWO, I watched DCW, watched it grow, watched it flourish, watched it bore the life out of the fans!

I mean who in their right mind is to pay to see low quality, high budget tag teams with stupid names like the "Rock Steady Crew". Come on, how gullible is this world? What does it matter? I don't care about this world, I don't care about my family, the fans, the wrestlers, I don't even care about myself! But it seems that DCW wants to play a little game with their new signing, the "Wouldn't it be fun if we put the XFWF World Champion in a match against Maxx Steele and Kid Loser" game!

Well let me tell you something, it may be funny to some, to a small child, a kid, Kid Junior might enjoy it, he might dream about competing against a legend, he might dream about getting a shot at the North American Championship, but at Massacre, or Mindtrip, or whatever they call it, I will shatter the dreams of this young hopeful, not with a steel chair, not with a table, a barbed wire bat, a sledgehammer, but with utter silence. You can all call me the "Nightmare on DCW Street", because that's what I will be to Kid Junior.

But Maxx Steele is a whole different breed, a bigger, but simpler fish to fry. Maxx and I go way back, to GZW, to HKWF, when we were the Hit Squad, an unstoppable force, but Maxx, I can read you like a book, I know your matches, I know your personality, I know everything about you Maxx, because you let me know you. I, on the other hand very much kept to myself, hell, if it wasn't for the announcers you probably wouldn't even know my name. Just like you, DCW will not know me, I will lurk in the shadows, striking in silence, without warning or consideration.

The North American Title means about as much to me as the fans, but if I pick it up along the way, I'm not going to complain. At Mindtrip, I will show you all, why I don't need to call myself the "CareerKiller", the "Real Deal", the "Friggin Best", "The One, The Only", because those are just mere words put together to build a wall, blocking the person, the insecure, sweaty youth inside. You can call me the Nightmare on DCW Street, you can call me the "HKWF's hitman", you can call me the "Lone Gunman"...or you can just call me...{Reveals his face to the screen} JOHN TAYLOR!

{The man steps back into the darkness as the scene fades out.}