Wolf

[Cory]

Damian Priest was backstage, getting ready for Warfare. His hair was braided, and he was wearing a sleeveless muscle T and black leather pants. He glanced at the camera, a scowl on his features.

Damian Priest: And still.

He stared at the camera for a moment to let that sink in.

Damian Priest: It's been a couple weeks since I decided to show up on TV, and it looks like the higher ups decided to force my hand. Booked me in some match against Seth Rollins, of all people. It's cool, I get that you gotta have the Champ on the show. Money gotta keep comin' in. Makes sense to me. Who wouldn't want the guy carrying this...

Damian unclasped the EBWF World Championship that was hanging off his chair. He put the face plate a few inches from the camera lens.

Damian Priest: Beautiful, isn't it? Never thought I'd be sittin' here as the man. You had a guy like the Miz with a stranglehold on this title. Wanted to break the record for the longest reign, but he fell just short. Kinda funny, man. It's like a song for Miz's career. He could be champ 7 more times, but the world will never think about him as 'the guy'. Kind of like Seth Rollins. A guy with all the pedigree in the world, but he's always been number 2.

Damian shook his head.

Damian Priest: Not like me. I'm #1 now. Undefeated. Your EBWF World Champion. I'm the guy. You want a shot at the top of the mountain, Seth? Your ass goes through me. EBWF Warfare? This here's my den. And I'm the Alpha.

He stood up, draping the EBWF World Championship over his shoulder.

Damian Priest: Tonight I notch yet another W into the record, at Seth Rollins' expense. I further cement my legacy, the undefeated World Champion. And all of y'all in the back that have something to say about it? My door is open. I will take all comers.

With that, Priest pushed the camera out of the way as the scene faded to black.