Interviewer: "Fresh from the indie scene, I stand here with the newest recruit of OCW, Mister Devin Frye."

 

The camera pans out from the interviewer and on to the person next to her, a young man with blonde, spiked hair, dressed formally in a black two-piece suit with red undershirt. Large aviator shades cover his eyes. In contrast to his dress, the man is strikingly relaxed, lounging in his seat with one leg crossed over the other, elbow propped against the armrest to rest his head against his hand. A skewed grin spreads across his face.

Interviewer: "Mr. Frye, rumor has it that in the independent circuit, many wrestlers would consider OCW the "cream of the crop", so to speak. How does it feel to finally have made it-"

 

Devin raises his free hand, cutting the interviewer short.

 

Devin Frye: "Sorry, I'll have to cut you off right there, sweetheart. 'Made it'? I didn't 'make it' onto OCW. Rather, they acquired me. I am a draw, honey. In that independent circuit you just mentioned? Nobody could compare back then. Me making it on here? That had nothing with me 'making it'. It was natural selection."

 

Interviewer: "...Well, very well, but in that case, how do you feel the roster of OCW will fare up in comparison? Certainly, entering the ring with such world-class stars will feel different from your prior experiences."

 

Devin only chuckles, shaking his head.

 

Devin Frye: "Different? Hm, yeah, maybe it'll feel different, but I'm The Devil, hun. Do you know why I got that name? Do you know what I do to people? I break them. Much like Big Red himself, anyone that enters my ring will pray for the torture to stop. Sure, there might be a few new faces around these parts, but that won't change the results one bit."

 

Devin suddenly stops, turning towards the camera with a wide, predatory grin on his face.

 

Devin Frye: "Are you watching, boys? Scouting out the competition? Fantastic, because see, then you'll know exactly who hurt you, and why."

 

Devin removes his sunglasses, staring into the camera with piercing green eyes.

 

Devin Frye: "I am Devin Frye, The Devil of the Indie Circuit. I made every promotion I could touch my personal Hell for years, boys. Now I'm here. So when you stare at the lights, don't cry. Much like back then, it will only be the rules of nature at work."

 

Devin stands up with another chuckle, this time far more sinister in tone, before abruptly leaving the room. The interviewer can only watch with a concerned look on her face, unsure what to say or do.

Always nice when a rookie uses Morrison Method from the jump. You better live up to that devil name.