{The scene fades in, outside what looks to be a factory warehouse. The thick fog of the night engulfs the scene, and emerging from the smoke comes the Lone Gunman. John Taylor, wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans, a HKWF T-Shirt, and a long black coat. The HKWF Hitman has his GZW Light Heavyweight Title around his waist. The Gunman comes closer to the camera, and begins to speak.}

Taylor: So it seems each lamb has fled to a flock, the battle lines have been drawn and the teams set. History was made when Tate Troublesome joined forces with the blackhearts. The Rebel for the Hell of it, aligning with the "Wicked One" and the "Jade Dragon". But while all the attention is on the "Main Stars", the "Spotlight Superstars", the "A Squad", everyone has forgotten about the HKWF's hitman, John Taylor. While all this commotion is going on, the pyros, explosions, backstabbing, you all don't see it, but I am advancing, progressing, spreading like a virus, and this virus will not be stopped!

All of you will soon realise that T-Rex can be called the "Enforcer", Magic the "Desert Storm", Union Jack the "Menace", Billy Bond the "Smooth Operator", but those are just nicknames, mere words put together to market some untalented chumps, to get them over. But as people may call me the "Hitman", or the "Lone Gunman", they don't need to. Take Magic for instance, for months and months on end, he was going nowhere, doing nothing except digging this {unstraps the title and raises it to the camera.} down, down, down. Magic, you buried this title alive, and got injured every other show, but then one day, GZW labels you as the "Desert Storm", shoves you down the fans' throats, and now look, you are a former World Champion. 

Magic, you must hide under false identities to get anywhere in this business, whether it be "Magic", the "Desert Storm" or the "Desert Snore" for all I care, you had no choice. But look at me, you can call me the "Lone Gunman"...you can call me the "HKWF Hitman"...or you can just call me John Taylor. I don't need to hide away under ring attire, pyro, loud music, gimmicks, I just come to that ring, and show the world what I can do. 

But moving on from that egomaniac, I must touch up upon the return of Mrs. M, Mrs. Murakame, the Dog in a thong from Hong Kong, whatever her name is. Missy, you've been gone a long time, you've missed a lot, but most emphatically, your "precious little Sho", you're "best wrestler in world", Firefly got picked apart limb by limb, got taken out, gunned down professionally by the Lone Gunman! You see, I now can claim victory over a former GZW World Champion, former two time HKWF World Champion. 

So, my opponent for this "Dark Horizon", Pitfighter, he got gunned down at Manslaughter, he felt the wrath of the Hitman. He is just next in line for the beating of a lifetime, for his assassination! Pit, you better come Fully Loaded, because I can read you like a book, I have studied you from DPO, GZW and anywhere I could find, and I know exactly what your game plan is, I know how to counter-attack, I know how to take the fight out of "Pitfighter". Armpit, you are another who is too afraid to shed light on his true identity. But really, you are just a weak child, hiding inside a man's body. And what do weak, small children do Pit? They cry, and I don't like crying Pit, so I will silence it, for now, for future, and for good. Dark Horizon is less than a week away, can you just imagine..one week from now you will have your name known Worldwide, because I will personally bury your corpse, and if you are gonna do something about that, then try all you want. I'm waiting!

{Gunman lets out a diminishing laugh, and steps back into the smoke as the scene fades to black.}