We break into the scene we find an empty locker room, no witness except for luggage and bags that fill various areas. After a few seconds we hear a familiar sound fill the room as the silence is broken
Raven: A Mirror
We hear Raven say as he enters the frame and takes a seat on the bench in front of his locker holding a mirror.
Raven: An object in every residential building and every commercial building in some form or another. An object used to see ourselves to ensure our outer appearance is up to par to what society thinks is pretty or handsome.
Raven strokes his face, his finger tips gliding over scars
Raven: An object that captures countless hours of our time as we try to perfect the facial mask made of make-up or to make sure the part in our hair is precisely a straight line.
Raven glides his hands through his matted hair
Raven: If you really think about it…a mirror defines who we are.
Raven lets out a slight laugh before turning his attention to his opponent for this weeks Warfare.
Raven: This sentiment holds true for AJ Styles however it’s not the exterior that reflects in his eyes. No, the exterior is nothing more than a faux wall of the person he really is on the inside. The mirror burns through that wall, the inside is what stares him in the face. The person he was, the person he is, and the person he’s on the path to being. None of it is pretty. None of it is handsome. None of it can be covered up with make-up or being Phenomenal
Looking up Raven smirks his sick little grin that has become his signature sign that vile thoughts are on hand.
Raven: His inside is rotten to the core. It started years ago and like an old piece of fruit, it slowly deteriorated as the days and years passed to the point where he may be beyond repair. His rottenness has turned everyone who used to be in his corner far away, the farther the better. His once unbreakable confidence was proven to be nothing more than an inflatable ego substantiated by nothing. His ego has been deflated; crashing hard to the ground, his foundation long filled with cracks had crumbled to the ground with it.
Raven does a crumbling motion with his hands as he stares back into the mirror
Raven: The remnants scattered all over the place, picking them up and putting them back together, damn near impossible.
Running his hand through his hair Raven turns his neck to crack it, he looks back at the camera.
Raven: The mere sight of AJ Styles's contaminated self creates a lump of vile that rests in the back of my throat, the burning sensation signaling it’s ready for takeoff.
Raven clenches his jaws to fight back the lump, a difficult task, but one he is able to accomplish.
Raven: I stare at his infected soul the time has come AJ to face the proverbial music.
Raven says as he looks up.
Raven: I am merely but a man AJ, I am flesh and bone
He pounds his fist into his chest on those words as he stands up.
Raven: I am Raven and I am the nightmare no one wants because like it or not, no matter how brutal I take things or how bloody I get I always get up and give thanks
Raven begins punching his forehead
Raven: THANK YOU SIR MAY I HAVE ANOTHER.....
On those words we watch as Raven backs away wheezing from the mirror
Raven: Quote The Bálor Club Nevermore!
Raven's grin is the last image before the video quickly fading to darkness a second later