*Jack Rogue's music hits and the crowd bursts into cheering*
*Rogue sprints out from behind the LED board and holds his arms out by his sides in the centre of the stage to soak in the reception. However, as the cameraman moves up the ramp to get a closer view, Jack's expression is fairly serious. He moves briefly to each side of the stage to greet the fans either side, before taking his long, running strides down the ramp and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He stands up in the centre of the ring and turns 360 degrees to get a look at the crowd. This puts a small smile onto his face, as he reaches between the ropes on the far side of the ring to take a mic from the timekeeper, as his music fades*
Jack: Ladies and gentlemen of Fort Worth, Texas!
*The cheering rains down from the noisy audience as the wry grin so often seen on Jack's face begins to return*
Jack: You know, there's nothing quite like a wonderful crowd to lift a bad mood, thank you guys. Because this past week, since my match with Chris "Doomsday" Parks on the last edition of Precision - or, rather, the
aftermath of that match - among other events on that episode... it hasn't been a good week. Last week saw the return of my first friend in TWF. Last week saw the re-emergence... of Andersen Vega.
*Boos immediately ring loud and clear throughout the arena as Rogue slowly shakes his head*
Jack: But then again, no it didn't. Because evidently my friend Andersen, the man I knew in TWF, took all that I liked about him, all the good-naturedness and non-hostile confidence that had him take me under his wing when I first got to TWF... and left it back in Newark, New Jersey, where he went after The Scat near killed him at TWF WrestleMania. For anyone who wasn't here last week, Andersen returned by viciously assaulting one of the unlikely premier stars in Precision - here such people are so needed - Alice Xander. And not only that, but the man he brutally attacked was suffering from a similar situation to that that forced him from the ring, a concussion that Andersen mercilessly exploited with a baseball bat to the back of the neck.
*By now the boos have increased to thunderous levels from this reminder of Vega's cruel battery of Xander the previous week*
Jack: I haven't spoken to Alice Xander since then... but from what I've heard I doubt very much he's been speaking to anyone. While I'm not in a position to give a medical update on his condition, what I know for sure is that it's bad - we are unlikely to hear from him for some time. But in case Andersen Vega, in irretrievably casting aside the support of all of you, hadn't made enough mistakes last week, the next thing he did was attack me. After my match with Chris Parks, he attempted a similar assault with the same weapon on me. I tried to fight back, for Alice, for all of you, and to show Andersen what he's dealing with. But with a Pedigree he left me semi-conscious and stood dominant over two of Precision's most adored fan favourites in one night.
Jack: But Andersen, you're dealing with a different man to the green rookie you introduced to TWF. I have success now, man. And I have what you haven't had for months, I've been high on the drug you've been craving, I've been on top of the world and you've watched me from down in the doldrums. I've had the appreciation of these people.
*Rogue points behind him as he looks into the hard camera, and the crowd noisily cheer their support*
Jack: So if you think you're coming at me to guarantee yourself an easy win on pay-per-view, to ease yourself back into the business, you can think again. Your arrogance will be your downfall, and I will prove it. I'd love to give you a chance, Vega, to say that I get it, that I understand what you're going through, and maybe to help you back into these people's hearts, where you used to belong. But you've crossed a line, Andersen. You've made calculated attacks from behind to further your agenda, to get the lips moving, to fast track to the top. It's working so far for you, but it's what we both fought. It's why I stood at your side in my TWF debut when we took on Ian Jaxs' guys. And now... now you're like the rest of them. You've succumbed, man. You gave in. You are what you hated. And I will not let it pay for you, I will
beat the old Andersen, my friend, out of this new creature if I have to!
*Rogue turns to face the ramp and holds out his non-mic arm out as the crowd cheer*
Jack: So, Andersen! Come and get what you're going after! Get out here, and I'll show you what this rookie became!
*A few seconds pass, then Vega's music hits and Rogue turns around to hype the crowd as he takes off his T-Shirt, looks over his shoulder, and backs up against a turnbuckle*
