The single lightbulb illuminates above the table, surrounded by solid darkness. On the wooden surface sits an old-looking television. Black screen, no life, save for a small red dot near the bottom signalling power.
'Chris KO.'
The familiar voice echoes around the empty room, coinciding with life coming into the television.
'You and I have shared the ring in the past.'
The image on the screen shows Chris leaning, wrenching, hands clasped across the bridge of Triple X's nose. X's face isn't even one of pain, or suffering. He is out. A referee is holding Xanders arm in the air, checking for whether he is unresponsive.
'This moment, Chris. This moment haunted me for so long. Why? Was it because you took the Eurasian Championship away from me? Perhaps. No, more. More than that.'
The image changes. Half the screen shows KO holding the Eurasian Championship up after defeating Titus at Kingdom Come V, while the other shows Triple X holding his shoulder after losing at Wrestlezone Weekend.
'You took my progression away. I'd become a star. I'd become a fan favorite. And you took all that away.'
The screen switches off, with the lights raising further to show Xander, in his wrestling gear, standing behind it.
'Chris, you were touted as the future of this company. You took my chance and you pissed it away. And I recovered, and stand here...' Xander holds his hand up, holding the World Championship up high. '...fulfilling my potential. And here's the kicker Chris; you need to beat me to stay relevant. I do not need to beat you. I am exactly where I want to be.'
Xander smiles, before turning, walking into the distance.
(Apologies to you guys for this shoddy work. I've ended up having both a wedding and a funeral in the past week and I thought that I'd be able to handle getting a good RP done. I haven't, and I'm fully aware this isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened. I will do what I can to try and not let this happen again. Main apology goes to Kermit; you deserve better than this dude.)
