[Cropped dyed blonde hair, a well groomed full beard, a pair of a cool
sunglasses and a puppet. That is what the cameras fade into, as standing by is
none other than Eddie Ryott. Ryott stands by not with a smile on his face,
rather a scowl and still he has a puppet with him for no reason what-so-ever.]


RYOTT: I'd like to introduce you all to someone.

[With that, Ryott picks up the puppet and holds the strings above his head
with both hands working the controls. The puppet does a little dance as Eddie
tries to get it under control.]

RYOTT: This is my friend. He looks both ways when he crosses the
street, he drives with his hands at the ten and two positions, and of course he
always pays his fair share of taxes... heck, last year he paid a little extra.
You know, to help out Uncle Sam.

This is my friend. He plays by the rules.

[Eddie makes the puppet do a little dance again.]

RYOTT: Now, my little friend here was told that he would not be needed
for this upcoming show at the PCW arena. Sure, he had already shown that he was
more than capable to compete in the PCW ring the show before. Even getting his
very first win as a member of the roster.

Yay!

So, while he was confused at first, and maybe even a little angry... he
remembered that following the rules was the most important thing he could ever
do.

[Eddie makes the puppet do a little salute with his hand.]

RYOTT: But then something happened...

...my friend suddenly remembered.

[Eddie takes out a pair of scissors and cuts each of the strings connecting
the puppet to the wooden controls. This causes the puppet to fall to the table
limp.]

RYOTT: That he wasn't a fucking puppet.

That he went where he wanted, and when he wanted. Anywhere. Anyplace.
Anytime.

[A sinister smile appears across the face of Eddie and now he takes out his
lighter and begins to light the wooden puppet's clothes on fire getting a good
flame going in the process.]

RYOTT: Still not playing with matches, ma.

[With that, we fade to black.]