Blackout

[Undead]

The scene opens up with a dark room containing a steel chair sitting unfolded in the middle of it, the mood was somewhat eerie, with the only light present coming from a weak light bulb that hung overhead and showered the room with a yellow light; it was, needless to say, a room that would probably be featured in a horror movie; You know, the kind of place the serial killer lives on or the kind of place where he/she takes the victims to kill or eat them. There wasn't much sound, some workers could be heard in the distance, mostly because the room in question was part of the arena that would be hosting the next GZWA show; there was also the sound of footsteps inside the room, although the shadows did a great work at hiding the origins of those sounds. Some movement could be discerned among the darkness, and after some moments of waiting, a man's outline could be recognized. Taking a couple of steps forward, the Black Dahlia came into view; clad in a rather informal attire consisting of dark jeans, a black t-shirt and an open white hoodie as well as one of his trademark masks upon his face. Joseph Black took a look at the camera, staring at it from his position for a couple of seconds before he headed to the steel chair and took a seat on it.

Adjusting in his seat, Joe clapped his hands together before he began to speak. "A lot has happened in the last couple of days. There has been an influx of new superstars to this industry, myself included. Slammiversary III came, friendships were broken while others were created and grudges were put to rest and some were intensified." Rubbing his hands, Joe lowered his head and continued speaking. "We even had a screwjob to wrap up the event with a nice little bow." He chuckled, trying to add some humor to the situation before he could continue. "An hour ago I was backstage when the match card for Primetime was posted and I noticed that I'm going to make my debut against not one, not two, but three opponents in a fatal four way match." He raised his head back again, staring straight at the camera. "I will be facing JTG, John Blade and Roman Reigns. All three of them are formidable adversaries and I'm pretty sure that beating them will be one hell of a challenge." He remained silent for a moment, looking like he was considering what to say even though he already knew what he would say. "But in the end I will be the one that will score the pinfall or apply the submission move that will win the match." While seemingly confident, Joe knew all too well that anything could happen in the wrestling business and that he would need to put his money where his mouth was when the time came, and he planned to do just that.

"I plan to leave my mark on this company, and the three other gentlemen in the match will serve as the first step of my plan. Once I beat them, I will be setting my eyes on one of the titles and you can be assured that I will do everything in my power to defeat the champion in question; I will put my body, my career on the line if it means having a chance of becoming champion, and most importantly, I will risk everything that I have to please all of you, the GZWA fans that fill the arena and pretty much make everything that happens here possible." He could be cocky, he could be arrogant sometimes, but he certainly cared about the fans; they were the reason any of them was there and they were the reason any of them had the money that they earned. "So, AJ Styles, Mike Bradley." He leans to his side, retrieving two replica belts from a bag nearby, one of them being the GZWA World Heavyweight Championship with the other being the GZWA Television Championship. "Better hold your titles close, you will find yourself without a belt otherwise." He added, holding each replica in one hand before throwing them away rather unceremoniously. "But fret not, when we do face in the ring for the title, I will give you a clean and completely fair match. I'm not one to use underhanded methods. If I want to be the best there is, then I cannot win in a cheap way, otherwise what would be the point of winning?" He wanted to prove that he could be the best, and he would not give them something like a backstage attack or interference as an excuse to disprove his in-ring skills.

"Or perhaps I could go for the tag team titles? I mean, Tyler Storm and I seemed to hit it off quite well, who knows... Maybe we could create a team." He shrugged his shoulders, holding a chuckle from escaping his lips, oh how he enjoyed being a wildcard. Keeping the fans on the edge of their seats was something that he loved to do, it was his way of thanking them for spending their hard-earned money on the company or so some could say. "There's a storm coming." He stood up, approaching the camera before raising his mask slightly so that the smile currently plastered on his face could be seen. "So you better be ready for the blackout, because anything can happen with me." He finalized, turning around and walking away from the camera, stopping next to the chair that was still sitting there. With his back still to the camera, the Californian smirked and took off his mask, making sure that the public couldn't see his face as he left it on top of the chair. "I will see you at the show, GZWA." The last thing that the camera recorded before fading to black was Joe walking away from the scene into the darkness of the room. Hopefully this would be a good enough message to the fans and the rest of the roster about his intentions.