The sound of rustling fills the arena as the tron lights up with a wobbly picture. It soon becomes clear that this is footage filmed on a mobile phone, outside.
Ahhhh, mes amies! It has been un minute, no? Petti apologises for my absence, but after my resounding victory over the drama king, my family INSISTED I come home for a celebration. I understand I missed a tag match but ehhh, perhaps it is better than this way. Petti is, how you say, a lone wolf. Outside of the bedroom anyway! But of course, I will be back for le rumble in le jungle, le showdown of le showdowns against that piece of human garbage, Steve Sanders. I have a hot date tonight but I have un petit message for him.
Steve, mon amie, you are not special. You think you are the first guy in the world to think himself dark and mysterious? Non. You’re not mysterious, guys like you are a dime a dozen and my friend, I don’t even know what a dime is! Oh you are un gars robuste, I have no illusions of this but make no mistake, as I told the drama king and as he found out first hand the book of destiny is written and you, mon amie, are not the chosen one, I am. You are not the opponent that stops my March to the AWA Championship. You’ve got your cheap tricks and your dirty tactics but it’s no match for my sheer desire. You will find out, Steven, that your arms are just too short to box with God. When all is said and done and you’re wondering what the hell happened to you, just remember the name. Pierre Petti Poyser, le futur champion du monde!
I look forward to our date on Sunday, I’ll pick you up at 7…. Right before I slam you back down again hahahah. Au revoir.
Petti blows a kiss to the camera as the video stops recording.