Gold Medal vs Silver Medal

*The Scene opens up in a dark room with the RWF Championship set up all neat on a stool. A single light is shining down, dimly, but shining nonetheless over the title, making it gleam and look very prestigious indeed. There is not much to be said about the room itelf, it's like a closet except with all of the supplies taken out and all that remains is the stool. Alexander the Great then walks into view. He circles around to the back of the chair and stands directly behind the RWF title. The Camera seems to zoom out a bit, as Alexander and his title are now on the left side of the camera. Alexander pulls a remote out and presses a button on it. What appears to be a powerpoint presentation lights up on the back wall on the right side of the camera. It is a picture of a muscular man holding up his arms before a crowd, seemingly victorious a big event. Alexander looks over at the picture and then at the camera and begins to speak*

Alexander: Since the beginning of time, people have craved to be the best. Although the Olympics are a huge event in today's standards, they came to be back in the ancient times when nations would want to prove their superiority. *Alexander clicks a button revealing a picture of two men wrestling, one clearly winning in front of a cheering crowd* Yes, all sorts of competitions were created to prove whom exactly was....the best. And among all of those competitions, the physical challenges and events were among the top. Combat oriented events sent the fans off their seats to cheer their competitor to victory.

*Alexander clicks another button revealing 3 medals. 1 Gold, 1 Silver, and 1 Bronze. They are all on top of what appears to be a glass podium*

Alexander: And to judge these competitors on their skills, they have devised a reward system for the best of the best. 3 precious metals forged into ornaments of victory and awarded to the top warriors. *clicks a button again as the presentation closes in on the Bronze Metal* Bronze! An honor to be mentioned among the top names. You weren't the top competitor, but you were above the average man. Silver, *He presses the button on the remote once more and it races over to a close up of the silver medal* A man of exceptional skill whom just fell short of the ultimate glory. His name is among the legends. And then there's the big prize *Presses the button again revealing a picture of the Gold medal* The prize that men and women alike work their whole lives to recieve. The Top prize. The very award that turns common men into Immortals.

*Alexander Clicks the Remote once more revealing a picture of two men locking up*

Alexander: Meet Augustus Florence and Jules Torento. Two former medalists battling it out for a top spot again. Augustus Florence is a former Silver Medalist, and Jules Torento...A Gold Metalist. Both men return to competition, CHAMPION against CHAMPION to see whom truly is the better man. *Alexander clicks the remote revealing a picture of Jules Torento with his arm raised* That day, Augustus was pinned in a matter of one minute by Jules. The Gold Medalist prevailing and showing why he won the top prize.

*Alexander sets the remote on the stool and picks up the belt. He adjusts it in his hands a bit before holding it up in the air*

Alexander: Which brings me to this. My Gold Medal *referring to the Title In his hands* And although it is an honor to hold such a prestigious title...i'd be lying if i said that i haven't been a Gold medalist my entire career. Ever since day one, i've pushed my way to glory and climbed the ladder to success in company after company. It's been a story repeated many times, yet none of my competitors seemed to have understand. And coming forth in this Champion vs Champion match, i can't help but wonder if Serikaz has truly learned this lesson. Because as i stand before you, THE GOLD MEDALIST....Serikaz enters this match as the Silver Medalist. And just like Jules Torento defeating the inferior Augustus Florence, i can't help but feel that I will once again emerge vicotrious once again. To be completely honest for a second, Serikaz is good...he really is. His talents trumps half of the men in this company...he wouldn't hold a championship if he wasn't. *looks at the title in his hands* But he's no Gold Medalist. And in a sequel to a match that has already happened once before, with the lack of a ragdoll-esq competitor in Bryan Anderson, it will indeed come down to the same result. And once again you'll get that feeling that has become so familiar to you...being second place.

*Alexander presses a button on the remote and the screen slowly begins to transition into a different picture, he takes the title belt and leaves the room. He exits and the picture is still turning into something else. When it is finished tranisitioning.....it's a picture of Serikaz tapping out to the Anaconda Guillotine with the caption "And your winner, Alexander THE GREAT!" The Screen slowly fades to black with this picture sitting there*