Matsuda stands confidently over the carnage in the ring, he wipes away the mist on his mouth and lips, still curled into a sadistic smile. He holds out a hand, to calm the raucous crowd that chants his name.
MATSUDA: Dennis Black.
MATSUDA: When I stepped out from beyond the veil and into this ring almost a month ago, I challenged the OCW roster to impress me.
MATSUDA: Needless to say I was WOEFULLY unimpressed with the results of my request. Not one active member of that locker room would step up to the plate and hit a homerun. Not even the self proclaimed Black King.
MATSUDA: But dear people, Matsuda is more than a simple man. Matsuda can see past the visible and into the impossible. And do you know who did impress me? The killer that lies behind your mask Dennis. The killer who is chained down by the weight of his pretend participation trophies.
Matsuda begins to pace around Dennis’ body.
MATSUDA: Who is chained down by the weight of a mediocre brand.
MATSUDA: Who is chained down by the weight of has-beens and never-will-bes trying to forge their names on the marble slab that is his name.
MATSUDA: Chained down by the weight of an untalented leech, seeking to make create name by attaching herself to his rising star.
MATSUDA: Chained down by the weight of his own insecurity…
MATSUDA: Now I have never once claimed to be a hero, so allow this to be the first. As I stand here before you, having kicked your head from your shoulders and spit in the face of your Whore of Babylon…
MATSUDA: I am here to liberate you.
MATSUDA: I will strip away everything you hold dear, I will show you what it's like to have nothing, and if you will ADAPT and rise above it, you will shrug off your chains and you will be worthy to stand against eternity…
MATSUDA: And if not you will DIE a worthy sacrifice and watch as I burn down the brand that you made. Your legacy.
MATSUDA: I’ll be waiting for you. At Wrestlution.
Matsuda’s music hits the loud speakers and the crowd erupts. The scene fades to black.
