A camera is setup in a white bricked room. Concrete floor, fluorescent lighting. Krymzon Ghost sits in the middle of the room, on a simple metal chair. He's wearing his pain, ring gear, & a red Misfits "Who Killed Marilyn?" shirt. The Iron Wings title lies across his lap. Krymzon is staring down at the belt, almost transfixed. After a dramatic pause, he slowly looks up.

Last week... was the most brutal night of my life. It was also one of the most triumphant. I've got scars from last week... that will never heal. But, in the same breath, I've got scalps on my belt that nobody can ever take.

First, I defended -- successfully -- my Iron Wings Championship against one of the most creative & high-flying individuals I have ever had the pleasure to face. Blackhawk, I commend you for what you put me through. If there is anybody left questioning my abilities or my right to this title now... they are fools.

Almost immediately after, I was put in a match for the sickly demented. A self-inferno match. This was a match I didn't belong in, with 2 individuals I had no business facing. I just happened to be in Kalcos' office when these individuals went at it, & I decided to take out the garbage. Unfortunately, Vamp turned tail & ran, leaving Fox to face the brunt of my wrath. But... I was successful... again. I burned myself for victory.

*He holds up his bandaged arm.*

I stuck my own arm in searing flames, after an Iron Wings match. Two career-shortening matches in one night, & I stand before you victorious.

But, for what did I do it all? What gain did I walk away from it with? I already had my title. I was getting anything extra. Infact, I possibly could've lost that... my career... Hell! I could've lost my life. And for what?!?

*Krymzon stands up, fury in his eyes.*

I'll tell you what! I'm coming after GPWL Championship. Whether Kalcos' little happy a** likes it or not! It will be mine. Right along with the Iron Wings title.

So, to whoever holds the title when I strike... I apologize. I am by no means responsible for what happens. But, I proved myself. And I intend to take what I believe is rightfully mine. You are merely a hurdle. A wall... that I will move through. And then, you'll be nothing more than a chapter in the Legacy of Brutality.

The camera fades to black.