random voice: So what I want is, start back here.. Then work forward & get the close up of the doors as they open. We’ll cut into the study, & Mark will give us the introduction. Got all that?
random voice 2: Yes sir.
random voice: On my mark… 3…2…1.. ACTION!
*On cue, video is seen. The imagine of a large structure with giant wooden doors. As the camera moves closer, the doors begin to open. The scene then cuts to the image of Mark Hayes, aka “The Sharpshooter” sitting in a chair.*
Mark Hayes: You might be wondering… Why me? Why now? Or… You may be wondering… “Who the fk is that guy!??” Allow me the moment to introduce myself to those that don’t know my name… The Sharpshooter. But you can call me: Mark Hayes.
You know.. A lot has changed since the last time I was in the squared circle. But one thing hasn’t changed.. My ability to out-wrestle everyone, & bend their body in ways it wasn’t meant to be bent. Ya see… As much as I love winning gold; tormenting my opponents is something else I love to do. I’m here because, it’s a new age of fans, consuming what we do in new mediums. I’m here to forge a new legacy. To teach you why I am who I say I am, & to remind those who got to witness me back then, why I haven’t missed a beat.
Camera man… Come closer. Zoom in on my face.
*camera zooms in as Mark leans forward out of his chair.. The only thing visible… his mask & the eyes behind them*
Mark Hayes: I want those of you watching this, to look into my eyes… Deep down into my soul, & know that the words I speak are the truth! Spiros the Great… I know all about the kind of person you are. Silver spoon, arrogant. Excelled at a lot of things, but you never were the beneficiary of a good ass kicking. I’m gonna hurt you man. I’m gonna make you scream to the GODS! Beg for mercy! I’m gonna bend & twist your body in ways it wasn’t meant to bend.
Ya see… Security isn’t real. It’s a feeling.. A state of mind. A chemical reaction in the brain telling you “it’s okay”… I’m gonna take a body part, & bend & twist. I’m gonna make your muscles groan, & your bones feel the pressure, to the point of breaking. I’m gonna listen to you cry out in pain. On the verge of tapping out. Then I’m gonna let you go. I’m gonna let that feeling.. that illusion of safety wash over you like a gentle wave on a beach. Your brain will send signals down to your muscles, your nerves, & tell you – “it’s okay. it’s over now.” That moment when you drop your guard, I’m gonna take another body part & do it again. AGAIN & AGAIN. Until, like a cat toying with a dead mouse.. I’m gonna put you out of your misery.
I’m looking forward to making an example out of you, & sending you back under the rock you’ve…. crawled out under. Walking into NXT, & walking out with my arm raised in victory.
(fade)