I am Ronnie McNeil.
I am a wrestler.

Since the dawn of man, there have always been men who have shown the world what greatness truly meant.

Since the beginning of time, there have always been those that kneel down, and those who get kneeled to.

Since the time of stories and myths, there have always been heroes, and legends both of good and bad.

I am Ronnie McNeil.
I am the what legends are made of.

When you look back at history there are men who stand the test of time because of their fighting spirits. They were either:

-fearless
-powerful
-spiritual
-revolutionary

But the one thing they all had, was the fact that they all had something different about them that separated them from the rest for all of eternity.

Alexander The Great.
Attila The Hun.
King Sety I.
Caesar.
Genghis Khan.

I am Ronnie McNeil.
I am greatness redefined.

All of the great conquerors had powerful men bow before them because they were defeated or knew they could not win the battle that was to be at hand.

Victory can be had in many different fashions. One can lose a fight, a battle, and yet still stake claim to a victory. This has been shown throughout time, and all of these things are still true today.

Wrestling is today's new battleground. Warriors of old, warriors of new, warriors of a squared circle compete to stake claims and win gold.

Territories are fought over left and right, old, new, it makes no difference as nothing is sacred.

Men's pasts are worth on their sleeves as well as spread across the internet. No longer is spoken word the only way to record the happenings on the battlefield. Just as ink and paper gave new ways to keep track of history then, the internet has given new ways to keep track of happenings now.

A wrestler's past is only a click away today. And when it comes to this battlefield, just like it was in yesteryear, who you have defeated and who had defeated you are still tell tale signs of what kind of warrior you truly are.

I am Ronnie McNeil.
I am the one who gets kneeled to.

Today, just like then, we have localized idols, national idols, and global idols. The local folk always hold true to their “gods” just like the clans and tribes of old. Worshiping their deities just like today’s simpletons praise their athletes. Greatness has always been defined by what you have won. Wrestling is no different. Local, national, global, I have won everywhere I have gone. I am wrestling incarnate, I am wrestling’s salvation, I am wrestling.

I am Ronnie McNeil.
I am a wrestler.

[Black over takes your screen]

V/O: Black…it is a sight we’ve become accustomed to see here in this place. It’s a sight we are used to and no longer question what’s past it, in it, or lurking. Its something that, for most, is just there until the lights go on and we look for or watch what we’ve become used to looking for or watching.

Black….its what is there before a promo goes on, its what’s there before the movie starts, its what’s there before we go to bed, its what’s there before we wake up. Its lost its edge, its lost its place in this life. It no longer holds its once respected meaning.

Black…..It once held fear with its very nature. It once crippled the weak, it once stood for all that was sinister. It once was the end all be all of the balance. Now, no more potent than a greeting, or habit. It’s no longer thought about, its no longer questioned. There once was a time when black stood for darkness and darkness stood for unspeakable evil.

Black….Darkness….there are many that have said they have seen the true darkness, that they have crossed over to the “dark side” and are evil. But those that have truly, know that it is not something you cross, its something you let in. The darkness is not a threshold, its not like carrying your wife through a doorway. True darkness, true evil, it’s a battle, it’s a war. The battle of good and evil is waging in each and every soul on this forsaken planet.

[The black suddenly changes, your eyes have to readjust as a light has been turned on, just as when you walk out of a dimly lit room into the blazing glare of the sun outside. The readjusting period is different for most, some may have already seen the image, but for the rest you see a face. For many it’s a familiar face, for others it’s a face you squint your eyes at. It is the face of Ronnie McNeil…no longer the One Man Show. The hateful dark angel has come back, though, for those who know him, the words spoken already gave that away. ]

The war is simplistic in nature, its like the Chronicles of Riddick movie…convert or damn every last soul. With entertainment being the way it is today, the whole darkness thing has become cliché and almost funny. Darkness is something to be played, or joked about. It’s a good concept or marketing ploy. But for those who have truly accepted it, it is not something you wear on your sleeve or something you profess being apart of.

Some are driven to acceptance, some are born that way. Most spend their entire lives avoiding anything or anyone having to deal with it. You see man is simple by nature, that which we do not understand we used to fear and hate, now, we just ignore. Man wants to believe evil does not exist, that the, to coin a phrase, “things that go bump in the night” are simply movie drama and Hollywood fantasies. But those that have actually accepted it know its true powers. What it can do to a soul that makes the soul complete in a sense.

When you accept it, it makes you look at everything in a different manner. Usually it’s a lose of a loved one, in any sense of the word, or hardships that have followed you, or its seeing the evils of the world and finally giving into them. Vengeance, Punishment, those are the things that make you seek it. And when you accept it, you will come to realize that once you’re there, there’s one constant, one power, one supreme, one leader….HATE.

[Ronnie puts a cigarette to his lips and then lights it. He rolls his head around cracking his neck and then takes a deep drag from the cigarette. He pulls the cigarette away from his face and as he begins to talk the smoke exits his mouth covering his face.]

I have accepted it. I have once again gone back to the darkness. I tried leading a normal life, I tried having a wife and family, and here I am, yet again, alone. I was not meant for the “real world.” I am a throw back to the years gone by. I am a battle tested warrior, I am a true competitor. I am the thing you will come to fear.

I look at this federation, and I see patheticness. The HWA has seen great changes as of late, in ownership, in faces, and in worthiness. Much like I have seen changes as of late. Both HWA and myself have seen better times, having people leave us and having adversity be bestowed upon our existence.

[Ronnie takes another puff. He doesn’t seem to be the same man we knew just a couple of months ago. Even his appearance is darker, he closely resembles the “man” that appeared in HWA well over 5 years ago.]

Just as I have accepted the path that was set before me, I will show this federation what TRUE HATE is and once again make this federation mine. For no longer will I keep this HATRED in me, no longer will I try to protect the world from my capabilities, my true fate. It is time for all to pay, and pay they will. Gone are the days of jubilation and triumphs, here are the days of pain and hate. Pain and Hate that will be inflicted upon Hans von Richtoven, who will bore us all with another long winded speech about Senester this, or my skills that, or the rest of his meaningless dribble that he spews. His intelligence couldn't save him the last time we clashed in the ring, and they will definitely not save him now.

I will show you true hatred Hans. I will drape that cage in your blood. And once I'm done, I will drag you to the center of the ring, and I will lock in the LKG, and I will choke you until you turn two shades of blue, and once you can't answer the count of three and that bell rings, I will leave you there, take your title, and set my sights on whomever the world heavyweight champion is at the end of the night. You've had long enough to dance around facing me one on one. Come the Other Side, I'll show the world why you've avoided me for so long. Take your time, find the words to justify why it's taken 5 months since the challenge was laid down. Say again that you were always ready to accept the challenge...words are what you're good at, Hans. That's all you have to fight me with. So go on, continue to pander to the media...win those press conferences...I'll be in my gym, studying you, breaking you down mentally, before I break you down physically. Six days Hans...six days to call that title your own. After that, it will be mine.

[Ronnie takes another puff as the light goes out…and black reigns over the screen again.]