[An unknown door.]
[The sounds hidden behind this door is masked by the sounds of an upbeat melody of the oldies at first. But soon, the old school radio is clicked off and the muffled sounds of struggle can be heard.]
[Footsteps get louder on the other side of the heavy door as an unlocking sound is heard. The door opens.]
[“The Artist” Jasper Redgrave emerges.]
[The smirk on his face is apparent in his tone.]
“Keep quiet, yeah? He’ll be after you sooner than later.”
[Jasper exits the room and slams the large door shut behind him.]
[His shirt is unbuttoned, and his torso is covered in blood.]
[As he stands before us, he wipes blood-soaked hands on a pure white cloth.]
“As they say, if you want something done correctly, sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty.”
“And I’ve kept my hands clean for far too long.”
[Jasper paces past us as he pauses.]
“Since I’ve come back from Death Row, sure, I may be one of the biggest talks in all of Arcadia, but I’ve been rather tame.”
“I’ve kept my head down. I’ve done what I needed to do.”
“And without spilling an ounce of blood by my own hand, I’ve become the Number One Contender for the OSW World Championship.”
[A smirk cracks across his stern face as he continues to wipe the blood from his hands.]
“With everything that seems to be going on, that inner thirst for blood is hankering.”
“I’ve kept quiet as Attano’s ran rampant. I’ve allowed him to have his way with CJ Thorpe.”
“I’ve allowed a lot to slide in hopes that somewhere down the line these kinds of issues would just sort themselves out.”
“But, again, if you want something done correctly, sometimes you have to get involved.”
[Jasper pivots, walking past us in his pace yet again.]
“A few short weeks ago, Destructo Boy was spared.”
“At NXT Level #348, you were thrown to the wolves, kid.”
“The devil had you within his grasp, and on that night, Zeus himself smiled upon you.”
“I allowed you to walk away that night, boy.”
“I choked you out and left on my merry way, hoping that you may get the hint.”
“Thinking maybe that would be enough to get rid of you long enough for you to become someone else’s problem.”
[Redgrave dead stops before us, his eyes growing cold.]
“It’s time that I get my hands dirty.”
“Our first meeting was a warning for you, but now.. it’s time to send a message.”
“It’s time to send a message to Harold Attano and Tombstone.”
“It’s time to send a message to ALL of Arcadia.”
“The devil still looms within these shadows..”
“And Old School Wrestling belongs to him.”
[Redgrave tosses his bloodied rag down on the floor.]
“Destructo Boy, give your father a long hug and tell him how much he means to you, because at NXT Level, the devil gets his hands dirty.”
“Let your blood be the medium that paints the picture of an Arcadia that belongs to Jasper Redgrave.”
[Jasper pivots and takes his leave.]
[The bloodied rag remains.]
[Fade.]