We are on a cliffside, watching the sun slowly rise up above the Irish Sea. We hear a couple of seagulls and a very faint noise of the waves colliding with the rugged coastline down below. The camera then slowly turns to the left to reveal a dirt path on which Rian Doyle and Conall O‘Dargan stand to silently spectate the sunrise. After a couple of seconds, both of them with their hands in their pockets start strolling slowly towards the camera, when Conall begins to speak.
„A Frenchman, an Argentinian and an Irishman… in many cases that would be the start of a bad joke about bad stereotypes, but not this time. When Last Man Standing comes around on June 15th, there won‘t be any joking around. Pierre Poyser, Monstruo del Circo and me, the Irish Wolf, will not only stand side by side against the group called Malice, but we will also be the victors, just like all three of us were at Mayday.“
With his raspy voice, Rian Doyle asks „Malice, huh? Axel, James, Grayson… let me tell you something. You three don‘t even have a clue what the word malice actually means. Non of you actually experienced real „malice“. A long time ago, there was a man, a fighter called O‘Reilly, here in Ireland. He was the toughest, meanest, son of a bitch you could ever imagine and when you were supposed to have a fight with him, you knew you were in for a hell of a beating. That man tore ligaments, broke bones and made a lot of people bleed buckets. O‘Reilly did that not just to win the fight, but mostly just for the heck of it. That‘s how he got the nickname „The Personification of Malice“. I know what REAL malice looks like and so does Conall. We both fought O‘Reilly in his speciality, the Pub Brawl Match and there are only two people who beat that son of a bitch in that type of match…“ Rian points back and forth to Conall and himself with his thumb „...and you are looking at them.“
Conall laughs and takes over again. „Pierre, Monstruo… both of you might think about if you could trust me. If you could rely on me and I will be honest. With the Gold Rush tournament coming up soon, no one can… no one should really trust anyone, but on that Tuesday in Texas, when we three walk together into the battlefield of the Dickies Arena in Fort Worth, I will throw myself into the line of fire for both of you, if it becomes necessary. I will do anything to put our opponents down for the count, secure us the victory and make us the only men standing when the match is over.“
Both of them stop walking and O‘Dargan takes a look to the sea. The camera pans over to it as well and we can see some dark grey clouds slowly creeping in, while the sea seems to get a bit rougher. When the camera turns back to the two Irishmen, O‘Dargan starts smiling. „So, what do you say, me lads? Monstruo. Poyser. Let us go to war together. Let us show them what REAL malice looks like.“ With those words the camera again turns towards the sea and the first couple of raindrops appear on the camera lense, before we fade to black.