We fade in on a small room that appears to be a viewing room of some sort. It’s quite dark and all that fits in the room is a table along the wall, a chair, and a monitor. It appears as if the cameraman is either standing in the doorway, or the camera is placed next to the wall. Sitting in front of the monitor in the chair is Sammeal McBane. He does not speak, but we do hear his voice over the image*
Sammeal’s Voice: There are times in our lives that we cannot get back. The last two years of my life are something that I cannot get back, and I wouldn’t want them back if I could …
*Sammeal tilts his head to the side, as his eyes seem to be focused elsewhere. His lips still don’t moves, as his voice can be heard*
Sammeal's Voice: The fans run up to me all the time, and they ask me if I miss it. If I could go back, would I have not given it all up to work for Charlie and leave the biz? They seem to think, that my leaving was a bad thing for my life. The truth is, the two-year hiatus gave me something …I could never have gotten. I’d still been touring the world, for two years to watch my children grow.
*Sammeal pauses for a few moments, as he reflects on what he just said. He huffs to himself, and then his voice continues on*
Sammeal's Voice: Now that I’m back, there are some things I wish I did …like train a little more, but I never got out of shape. Some of those people at home, they think that because when they had kids they gained all this weight and there is no way to stay in shape without working out 24/7. The truth is, parenting, real parenting, is a hardcore workout. My boys are now eight and six years old, and chasing them around and playing ball with them has been almost as good a workout as I would have had on the road.
*Again, Sammeal stops for a few moments. His eyes brightened for just a second, before going back to a blank stare. The words continue, as he just sits there*
Sammeal's Voice: Am I saying I am ready for the ring? Gods no, yet I am stepping back in it. Why? There’s only one reason why, I love it. I love it so much that I can’t hold back, and I’m a little scared. Scared, that if I don’t jump in with both feet first …I’ll never make it back. So here I am just days away from my next match, and I’m watching a tape in a cold dark room.
*Sammeal slowly turns his head away from the monitor, as whatever tape he was studying comes to an end and static overtakes the screen*
Sammeal's Voice: When I put together my first promo in over two years, I may have been too open with you people. I may have let you all in on who I really am, and I have no problem with that. The problem I do have with it, is that you took what I said and didn’t see it for what it really was. I told you that I hadn’t yet had much time to research …and you took it as though I was too high and mighty to research you, but that’s not what I meant at all. I got as big as I am, pardon me, as I use to be by knowing my competition. Those people you guys have heard saying my name these last few months before I showed up here talk about me for a reason, and that’s because I am always prepared.
*Sammeal finally looks at the camera, as his eyes narrow. This time, he actually speaks out loud. His voice is calm, almost a whisper*
Sammeal: For instance …I took a look at last week's shows, and one thing all of my opponents have in common is, they won. What that means to me is, that you all had the taste of victory. And most importantly, no one wants to give that way. So, I’ve been preparing all week to face you at your best. That’s what I expect, and nothing less. I have also been critiquing you, on your performances from last week and the past. And of course, from your recent promos.
*Sammeal smirks, as he stands up and starts to walk around the small room. His eyes are now fully energized, as he speaks again*
Sammeal: Ms. Michaels, the one I was originally most worried about, has not shown me much recently. Her in-ring performance last week was lackluster, but his will to win prevailed. The problem is, you cannot always gamble on your will to win and your opponent to leave an opening for you others have …and I am just letting Ms. Michaels know that. So I should expect her to be more focused going into our match, but I am not. He has yet to utter a word, and the way he looked last week …shows me, that I wasn’t wrong. Ms. Micheals may have once been someone I should have been worried about, but now? She just appears to be an above-average wrestler in a slump, and her slump won’t end at Assault either.
*Sammeal smiles wickedly, as he looks deep into the camera. His eyes shift from side to side, and he continues circling the room. He stops suddenly, and speaks again*
Sammeal: Then we have Ms. Michaels …I’m not sure what you hoped to accomplish, standing in the middle of nowhere speaking to the air and making predictions of our match. That is so vague, they could have been told to me on a psychic hotline. Nor do I know what you were hoping to prove, with your last match. Other than the fact, that you are lucky. It seems to me, so far …that everyone in this company, gets by on pure luck and says screw God-given talent.
*Sammeal shakes his head, and lets out a deep sigh. He continues on to the last subject in this match*
Sammeal: Then there is the definition of Whore, Harlow Michaels. You were a very busy girl last week, Ms. Michaels. You not only show how well trained you are in simple technique …when you beat the clown, but you also showed your heart as you stepped up to one of the most powerful me in America. For that Blade, you have drawn my attention. No, not for your silly little Wonder Woman joke, but for your style and Charisma. For someone who has all of the makings of a B-List movie, you have something that the others don’t seem to have, at least not anymore. That is the heart of success. You’re dangerous because of that Ms. Michaels. You are one small package away from shocking the world, and becoming a star in this federation …but I will not be your gateway to fame.
*Sammeal snickers, as he stops moving long enough to speak again. Yet, this time - his face is covered up by his Shadow Walker mask*
Shadow Walker: You may think there is nothing I can do to stop you, but I have been in this business for ten years …and I have seen it all. I’ve seen guys like you rise to the top, and fall to the bottom. I have figured out a million different ways to avoid ending up as the butt of someone’s joke. So at Assault, it might come down to blind fate, a long three counts, and grievous bodily damage as I predicted. But the one thing I’m sure of Ms. Michaels, is it’s going to come down to you and me, and who wants it more.
*Shadow Walker turns away, hits eject on the DVD player, and pops in a new disc as the camera fades to black*
Shadow Walker’s Voice: Do You See, What I See??
