Martin Drake's wish is granted as Jason St. Pierre's music begins booming throughout the arena. The man who attacked Chris Young the week prior appears on the stage, microphone in hand. Only one light is on in the arena, and it is shining on the former Intercontinental Champion. A positive reception is far from what JSP receives as the audience is laying in a heavy amount of boos onto the wrestler. Normal to himself, however, he pays no mind to their actions, instead, looking directly towards Martin Drake, who is waiting patiently for him in the center of the ring. He approaches the ring and begins talking to the imposing hunter.
"There are many questions in this world that remain unanswered, Martin. Some of them may forever lack a definitive answer. My position within this realm has been severely damaged after Will Neilson snatched the delicious taste of victory from me. Instead, he left the bitter taste incomparable to many things in my mouth. A taste that I see you have yet to indulge in, Martin. Since you entered this pitiful excuse of a company, you have wreaked havoc on any man to step before you. I sense your strength. You display a powerful aura. I can feel it whenever I am in the same vicinity as you...You are far unlike the pitiful Chris Young."
"Systematically, Chris Young has let his own destruction become more and more clear. His true power as a man has diminished, and he has become weak. He is fragile. Just like this company, all it will take is one more push to knock Chris Young down for good. When I appeared before you last week...It was invigorating. Seeing him writhing in pain on the ground from the pain that you caused him, it was psychedelic. I couldn't resist any longer. I had to just get a taste of that power. And as I approached him while lying on the ground, I ate....Oh did I eat; I had a feast on the decaying body and legacy of Chris Young. Although, after such a feast, I was not satisfied. I felt like a vulture, picking the scraps off of an already consumed carcass...I need a real meal. I want you to provide me with a feast that is fit for a king, so that one day I may overtake the leaders of this world and claim it as my own. Simultaneously, I will allow this entire world to dissolve, like salt being swallowed up by water. Despair will seep through the internal wounds of the people and consume them from the inside...It will be a beautiful death for such a lonely world."
JSP looks on at Martin Drake with cold, dead eyes. The lights had returned, and both men stand adjacent to one another. JSP, having seemingly finished his bizarre ramblings, is figuratively giving the stage to Martin Drake to respond to him.
