[Savage Saturday], you ain't ready for this

The scene opens up in an arena covered by darkness. In the center of the arena, Blacksmith is sitting cross-legged. The Italian wrestler gets up slowly, and opens his eyes pointing at the camera.

TLB: Solomon Caine...

TLB: I really like your confidence my friend. Yea, yea I really do...

TLB: Making an interview, mocking me publicly. Really notable...

Blacksmith heads for the ropes, resting his elbows on the last of the three...

TLB: Also because I am the first to have a great confidence, you know...

TLB: But there is something that bothered me...

TLB: Do you really think to be ready for what is waiting for you at Savage Saturday?

Blacksmith nods his forefinger in front of the camera and whispers..

TLB: You are not ready, my friend...

TLB: You know Caine, here there is not only a victory or a loss at stake. No no no.

TLB: Whether you lose or win, I will anyway detach a piece of your soul in that ring.

TLB: I'll hurt your soul, and that wound won't heal until the end of your life.

Blacksmith walks slowly out of the ring, and picks up a kendo stick.

TLB: I introduce you a little friend...

He says, smiling maliciously at the camera

Then he crosses the ramp that leads to the ring, stopping on the stage.

TLB: When you accepted the challenge, you didn't just accept a wrestling match.

TLB: You accepted an eternal damnation...

TLB: What you see as a simple challenge, will be the worst nightmare of your life.

Suddenly the ring strings burn...and Blacksmith raises his arms

TLB: Welcome to hell, kid. You ain't ready for this.