Fyrst Ayd music plays and he comes out with a mic in his hand angry.It looks like he has something on his mind. He enters the ring and just stands there for a minute looking at the crowd. He puts the mic to his mouth and begins to speak
Fyrst Ayd:Trevor, I don't care if your the GM of WWS. You just put a big target on your forehead.You cost me and my partner a chance of winning the Battle Royal and your gonna pay for that. You cost one of the Dark Lord members his title, but trust me though Havoc Maker will and I mean will get his title back weather you like it or not. Some say the dark lords are over...HA!It just begun baby.
Crowd chants Dark Lords over and over again
Fyrst Ayd:Havoc I know you have to be pissed ,but believe me when I say the Dark Lords will not stop until that title is back where it belongs. Around the waist of Havoc and in the Dark Lords.
Crowd cheers Havoc Makers name
Fyrst Ayd:Were coming for you Trevor and whoever your hanging with. We will take them out one by one
Fyrst Ayd gets on the turnbuckle and tells the camera man to zoom in on him.
Fyrst Ayd:Oh it's real...It's damn real
Fyrst Ayd throws the mic and leaves the ring.