v. Simon Lee Nash

[Taylor Andrews]

A man nearly lost in a war on SEF to hold down the homegrown talent all so a bunch of politicking pansies get a push to the top...

a man who has sacrificed his body and soul to being original...

a man that dedicated his life to the ring in a religious fashion to unite people as a king would do.

(Fade into the darkness in the arena somewhere to find Mesa in his Arabian headgear and shirtless. His hair in his face letting his eyes peer through the dark strands and Mesa bringing his arms up in a cross with wrists taped in black. Mesa holding the pose with a intense look in his eyes of a man willing to go to great lengths to accomplish his goal.)

"Simon Lee Nash...you have made it far enough in your quest to become a bigger player, or whatever your goal is here in SEF. My goal, it is to continue my ascent to the SEF World Heavyweight Championship, something I was so close to a couple years back before I had to sit on the sidelines while boys like you, Matt Ward, Phoenix Winterborn, and several more undeserving rookies who shall not earn the right to have me utter their name anymore. You have stuck it out Simon, you have shown you have that passion, that legacy your father created, you want it, but you step back tonight, son. Tonight you go to school with the Arabian knight who will become a king of nothing indeed, the next King of SEF, and I already have my kingdom with one man who has my back. We may battle tonight, We will all battle it amongst eight of us, but in the end, when I stand tall with the crown, he will be at my side, and in time you will all fall under the rule of the homicidal, suicidal, Arabian king...HA...HA...."

(And now Mesa laughing louder, loving the idea of being king, and he just steps back concealing himself into total darkness.)