Static filled the screen completely, then slowly faded to reveal a sight that has rarely been seen. Michael Dante stood alone in the center of the screen. He stood in a suit and tie in the darkness. The only light shined on him.
Michael Dante
”A crown means nothing when it’s worn atop the head of insignificant peons..
This King of the Ring Tournament is a joke. The crown is a joke..
Everyone wants to win to go on to face the EBWF World Champion, as though that means something. As though becoming the top of the food chain makes them significant. But it doesn’t.. No.. Far from it.
The reality is, no matter who wins the King of the Ring Tournament, Legion is still in control. No matter who walks away with the shot at the EBWF World Championship at SummerSlam.. It just means that they’re next on the list.”
Dante took a deep breath before he continued.
Michael Dante
”Legion is done sitting idly by in the shadows. We will come for what want.. What the whole wants. So when the time is right, we will take what belongs to us..
The EBWF World Championship.
That is why this tournament doesn’t matter. King of the Ring or not, Legion will come. Legion will take their shot at the championship. We don’t need it handed to us through a meaningless, tedious, unneeded tournament like The King of the Ring.”
He shifted his stance.
Michael Dante
”So don’t think if you win this tournament, you’re going to be something big..”
Dante shook his head.
Michael Dante
”Instead.. You’re just going to become a future victim of..
Us..”
He paused for a second before he finished.
Michael Dante
”We are Legion.”
With those signature words, the static returned to the screen and took over Michael Dante.
