Static races across the television sets of the millions of viewers at home and flashes across the tron for the benefit of the thousands in attendence.
Words appear.
The time has come.
The time for innovation.
For skill.
For winners.
One man shall lead the charge.
A garbled series of images and short clips flashes. Wrestles lying on the shattered remains of tables, being hit by spectacular maneuvers and pinned by a man whose face is not quite visible.
The video immediately cuts to black as a voice begins to speak. The voice seems to have been scrambled by a computer.
???: Soon enough...I shall regain my throne. You people will be entertained. I am ruthless agression.
Your future champion is coming...when RWU next comes to town.