FiXxXeR

Well I haven't seen a good ex division match in oh well since I left OCW. The legendary matches I was in. The respect that once existed between ex division wrestlers. All of it is gone. I am here to wash away the b.s. that has consumed this company. Prepare yourselves for the nightmare I am bringing to the ex division.

Whether I gotta kick your ass, or join you. I am on the band wagon.

*FiXxXeR is seen pulling into the parking lot of OCW headquarters on his custom chopper. The camera stays glued to him as he removes his helmet, and steps off his blood red two wheeled terror. Written on the tank in flamed lettering "hell on wheels"* FiXxXeR: I see this place has gone to crap since the last time I was here. Cameraman: Everyone wants to know what brings you to this neck of the woods. FiXxXeR: Get that thing outta my face. If I wanted to do an interview I would've asked for you guys to follow me. *FiXxXeR pauses for a moment and waves the cameraman back over* FiXxXeR: I guess I will at least make your efforts worth something to you. I've seen how the EX-Division has taken a full on faceplant Owen Heart style. It sickens me to see something I built. Something I pioneered destroyed by a bunch of wannabe little punks. The only way I see it being brought back to life is if someone who actually knows what it takes to hold that title is the one bringing it back to life. *FiXxXeR pushes the camera out of his face, and is seen walking into the doors of OCW Headquarters as the camera fades to black*

*FiXxXeR is seen walking through the locker room mumbling to himself*