The scene opens with a close up of the EWF World Television Championship. Suddenly, a face appears in the reflection of the belt. The reflection is distorted, but after a few moments, it becomes clear who the face belongs to, the belt's new owner, Anthony Royal. After a few moments of eerie silence, Royal speaks.
Royal: I did what was asked of me...I did what you commanded I do.
Silence
Royal: At your command, I put Adrian King down like the sick dog that he is, and I took the only thing he had that gave his life any meaning, leaving him with absolutely nothing. I did my part, now I ask that you set me free and leave me to my life...
More silence. Royal pauses, as if waiting for a response. Suddenly, he violently turns towards the camera, showing his actual face for the first time, and revealing a disheveled, unshaven look. His surroundings are also seen for the first time, appearing to be a large, empty room with nothing more than a metal folding chair that Royal is sitting on and a side table in which the Television Championship is sitting. He grabs his head at the sides as if in pain. He then continues his conversation with no one.
Royal: No! That's not fair. I didn't have anything to do with Jesse Jamester's involvement. I didn't ask for his help. I didn't need his help. I didn't want his help. I...
Royal stops and an expression of fear takes over his face.
Royal: No, no... penance isn't necessary. I'll give my obedience. I'll continue my mission...our mission. I will what I have to do.
With that, Royal's expression changes. He looks as if he has come out of a trance. Seemingly for the first time, he notices the camera. He looks into it and speaks.
Royal: At Evolution, I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I took care of Adrian King, like I promised I would. And you may not know this yet, but I set in motion the beginning of the end for poor Mr. King. From this point on, he will never be the same. I have sent him on a downward spiral from which he shan't recover. I don't mean to be morbid, but the most simple way to sum it up is to say, I left his career to rot in the ground with his dead brother.
A twisted smirk creeps across Royal's face at his disgusting comment. He grabs the Television Championship and looks at it before holding it up to the camera
Royal: And now, I have this. The EWF Television Championship. And it means absolutely nothing to me.
Royal laughs.
Royal: It is funny though, Adrian. You fought so hard at Evolution to defend this, and maybe more importantly to you, defend its honor, its prestige. And yet, here it is, with me.
Royal slings the belt over his shoulder.
Royal: And now that it rests on my shoulder, it has more prestige that it ever did with you, Adrian. You or that burnout idiot, Dank Sinatra. But that doesn't matter to me. Not one bit. I wanted to take this Championship from you at Evolution for no other reason than making it so you couldn't have it. I was a bully, and the Television Championship was your lunch money. I took it so you couldn't have it. But, now that I have it, it is merely a tool for me. As long as I have this Championship, I know I will have a high profile spot on Evolution week after week to speak my message and further my mission. And once I defend it five times, I can take my rightful spot at the top of the EWF mountain. But that's the long game. The end game. The short game is next Evolution, and my first defense of this.
Royal slaps the belt resting on his shoulder before continuing.
Royal: Which brings me to Carlito Rodriguez. Carlito, I must say, much like myself, you pulled off quite an impressive victory on the most recent Evolution. You earned yourself a spot at Hall of Heroes and a chance to forever etch your name in the history books by becoming the first ever Extreme Combat Champion. That's why I'm slightly confused that your reward for such an accomplishment is being turned into a sacrificial lamb for me to slaughter.
Royal smirks.
Royal: Aside from a brief encounter in the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal, in which I tossed you over the top rope like the pile of trash that you are, you and I have never really crossed paths, Carlito. But that doesn't lighten my disdain for you. No, not one bit. To me, you are a problem. You see, the EWF desperately needs a cleansing. And performing said cleansing has become my new purpose. And you, Carlito, are part of that cleansing. You and that harlot wench of yours, Juanita. The two of you represent a lot of wrong with the world. Vanity, lustfulness, gluttony. I don't like that. WE don't like that. And that is why I have been instructed to deal with you. So you see, for you, this looks like an opportunity. Win the Television Championship. Go on to Hall of Heroes and win the Extreme Combat Champion. Become the first ever dual Champion in the history of EWF. Strap the rocket to you, baby! But it's terrifying how quickly an opportunity can become a nightmare. And that is something that you are going to find out first hand at Evolution. Your sins must be atoned for. Your womanizing ways. Your sexual obsession. Your blatant lust. All of this must bring punishment, and so it shall, Carlito. Stupidity isn't a sin, but if you honestly think you have a chance at beating me, then maybe it should be punished as such. I am going to rip you to shreds, Carlito. You can hang with the Anarquias and Masters of the world, but I'm a whole different animal, and I'm going to eat you alive. And if your little girlfriend wants to try to stick her nose in our business, I won't hesitate to put her down either. She deserves punishment just as much as you, and I will deliver it if I must. Winning this Championship did nothing for me, but I'll be damned if I'm going to part ways with it in my first defense. That's something a FAILURE would do, and I proved when I put Adrian King down that I am not a FAILURE...
Royal pauses, as if he is trying to convince himself.
Royal: So Carlito, much like Adrian, you have simply found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, in my path. And, like I did Adrian, I am going to run you over. And when it's all said and done, you won't be the same. You won't feel the same. Juanita will no longer look at you the same. You can accept your fate, or you can try to fight it. It doesn't matter to me. Either way, you will fall.
Royal glares into the camera.
Royal: I know the burden that comes with this Championship. I know every Evolution, it must be defended, and I know everyone who wants to try to make a career off of my name will be coming for me. And I welcome it. Because, while winning this Championship isn't even close to a career highlight for me, now that I have it, I don't plan on giving it up any time soon. In fact, I'm going to have a death grip on it, and I won't be giving it up until I'm cashing it in for a World Title shot. So I welcome your challenges. But I warn you, trying to take this title from me is effectively getting in the way of the mission. And for that, the ramifications are incredible. And if you don't believe me, just keep a close eye on what happens to Carlito this week. And as for you Carlito, you still have time to enjoy your life as you know it. Hold Juanita real tight. Give her all the Latin love you can. Live it up. Because, as I've already said, once the showdown ends, things for you will simply never be the same. I'll see you soon, Carlito. And I can't wait.
With that, Royal takes the Television Championship off his shoulder and glares into it, seemingly falling back into the trance like state he started in as the scene fades to black.