9/15/16
An unknown bearded new face enters the green room dressed in a black suit and tie, looking for somebody in charge. Not finding anyone of authority available, he grabs a camera man and demands he start recording....
"I've turned in the application, I've been hired to contend on RIOT, I've showed up to the gym and yet not a single one of these chumps on the OCW roster is willing to step into the ring with me. I came here today looking for an evaluation match and maybe a booking but the only people here are these little punks playing with cameras and writing applications. There's nobody back here. So, this is what the hell I'm trying to say.. give me my evaluation match. I don't give a damn who it's against. Otherwise, I'm going to start knocking around these guys back here behind the cameras."
The man pulls a card out of his interier jacket pocket and pushes it to the cameraman's chest as he pushes him out of the way and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
The camera then pans to and zooms in on the buisness card now laying on the tile floor which reads in red; "SINISTER SAMSIN SIMSIN"