The zoomed out hard camera slowly pans over the crowd as they continue to go positively bonkers for the surprise return of the literally Eternal Ex Division Champion, OUR VILLAIN himself, Matsuda.

The majority of the crowd let loose a strong “NANI!” chant while pockets of fans audibly declare their excitement repeatedly shouting “HOLY SHIT!”

The Final Boss of OCW soaks in the adoration from the top rope, physically and metaphorically breathing it in and allowing for the applause to wash over him. Energy so intense it could be felt. Every heart in unison--the OVERlord has returned.

Matsuda confidently saunters to the center of the ring, acknowledging the crowd to his back before draping his prestigious Ex Division Championship over his shoulder and facing the audience watching at home.

Lips twisted into his signature confident grin, he produces a microphone from his expensive looking suit coat, pausing for the crowd to quiet before putting it to his lips. It takes some time.

Matsuda: Madison Square Garden…

Anticipation builds as the Founding Father of Ambition removes the sunglasses that appropriately read “FINAL BOSS”.

Matsuda: It’s good to finally be home.

The crowd quickly begins to chant “WELCOME BACK!”, and Matsuda motions with his free hand for them to settle.

Matsuda: A week ago the powers that be gifted me with an invitation to watch The Clash back stage.

Matsuda: And while I’m a very busy man these days, I jumped at the opportunity to be back. Because despite the fact that I’ve moved onto big stages and bright lights, there's nothing quite like this.

Matsuda: This platform is unlike anything in the world and I will never forget this place and these fans. I can’t. It’s a part of me now.

Matsuda: And let me tell you I was overcome with an overwhelming feeling when I stepped foot in the Allstate Arena. To see old friends. To see what “The House Matsuda Built” has grown into.

Matsuda: And my oh my, how it’s grown. The roster is bigger than I’ve ever seen. And as I look over all the new faces and see first hand the potential for the future I once again get that overwhelming feeling.

Matsuda: An overwhelming feeling.

Matsuda: Of.

Matsuda: Disgust.

A glint of the Devil himself can be seen behind Matsuda’s eyes as his tone shifts with these harsh words. The crowd seems unsure of how to react, so they don’t. They listen to what the Benevolent Villain has to say.

Matsuda: What I saw last Sunday was a bloated card where every scrub in the locker room got to step foot and “play wrestler” on the stage built on MY back. With MY blood. With MY sweat.

Matsuda: I saw damn near a dozen championships. Half of which were still mine and represented by the only title in the world that still matters. Cheap trinkets given to pacify the whining children that make up this participation trophy generation.

Matsuda: This place. This place that used to be unforgiving. This place that used to be ruthless.

Matsuda: This place where I had to fight and claw like a beaten dog to get a CHANCE at the RIOT preshow has become a virtual hugbox for talentless wannabes that shouldn’t be carrying my bag let alone sharing my locker room.

Matsuda: Well Daddy is home and he’s invading your safe space with some questions for everyone in the back.

Matsuda: Why on God’s green earth is my generation still carrying the load of this company? No. Worse yet. Why the HELL is Nate Ortiz your World Champion? Ten years later and not one of you is worthy?

Matsuda: Why is it that the only guy back there that “looks like a star” got beat by the guy I made relevant four years ago? This roster looks like an indy fed with a bunch of names I can’t bother to remember.

Matsuda: Are you afraid to stand out in the crowd? I guess there’s no need--generic beard man will probably find himself on the Wrestlution card anyway.

Matsuda: And to the Light Heavyweight, Hardcore, and TV Champions, what makes you think those hunks of plastic mean a damn thing when you haven’t beat the man who still holds all of those belts right here and now?

The Eternal Ex Division Champion raises his title, it reflects light like a shining beacon.

Matsuda: But please don’t be mistaken. We all know that Wrestlution season is in full effect.

Matsuda: That’s not why I’m here. I’m not the type to just show up for the biggest show of the year--and quite frankly I don’t see a man worthy of my time.

Matsuda: But I will say this. If you want to make a name for yourself by carving your name on my legend. Cancel your plans. Drop everything you’re doing. And impress me.

Matsuda: I’m completely serious. If you think you can handle yourself in a dance with The King of Kick. The Strong Style Villain. The Eternal Ex Division Champion. Next week. Impress me.

Matsuda moves to drop the microphone, but puts it back to his mouth.

Matsuda: And that’s how we do it in the big leagues.

He drops the microphone to triumphant applause and exits up the ramp.