Christina Clair
“Ladies and gentlemen… Dwight Lights!”

We’re live backstage with Christina Clair standing next to Dwight Lights, dressed in a sharp white suit, his chin to the sky grinning in wonder, arms fully extended in a crucifix fashion, holding a cane with what appears to be a light bulb attached to the end of it, looking like a mage from the College Of Winterhold.  Dwight seems extremely ecstatic, soaking in the feeling of a fresh victory, much needed after a disappointing showing on Rage on the night of XtremeMania but keep moving forward and here we are.

Christina Clair
"Dwight Lights…"

Dwight Lights
“Christina Clair…”

Christina Clair
"How are you?"

Dwight Lights
“Just fine, Christina, just fine.”

Christina Clair
"You’re certainly looking positive tonight!"

Dwight Lights
"Of course I’m positive… I’m the Brightest Man In Wrestling, you’re certainly glowing yourself too darlin’.  Say now… didn’t that James Carlisle fella suplex you into a closet not too long ago?  Some terrible people in this world, just terrible."

Christina clears her throat uncomfortably.

Christina Clair
“Well yes, Dwight it certainly was terrible but my neck is fine, thanks for asking.”

Dwight Lights
“Hmm…”

Dwight’s eyes lock with Christina’s for a moment, his eyes glazed over slightly, his hair parted in strands down his forehead which just hang over his brow.

Dwight Lights
“You know I’m—“

Christina Clair
“So Dwight, you’re—“

Christina holds back as does Dwight, Christina giggling embarrassed as Dwight stares right at her with his head slightly tilted, breaking into a grin which stretches wide across his face, the unsettling, unhinged kind.

Christina Clair
“I’m sorry Dwight, you go ahead.”

Dwight Lights
“No no no, you go right ahead I insist.  You seemed so eager to rudely interrupt me.”

Christina Clair
“I really didn’t mean to cut you off, I apologize.”

Dwight Lights
“But you did, Chris, you did, but what’s an interview without some bad manners and a microphone.”

Christina Clair
“I…”

Dwight Lights
“Apology accepted darlin’”

Christina giggles nervously, again clearing her throat as Dwight continues staring back at her, grinning with every word, spoken in an almost polite tone which made it all that more wicked.

Christina Clair
“So… aherm… so Dwight, you have a match with Chris Pyro coming up, coming up next actually, you certainly did one hell of a number on him last week.”

Dwight begins to chuckle.

Dwight Lights
“One hell of a number you say?  You mean when I stomped his head into the mat so hard his face broke… or when I just beat the crap out of him, if that’s your definition of a number I lost count.  I almost want to do it again but as you can tell, I’m just not dressed for the occasion.”

Dwight does a little twirl for the camera, complete with curtsey.

Christina Clair
“I don’t quite understand.”

Dwight Lights
“What’s not to understand, I just told you I’m not dressed for the occasion… You see I already know I can beat Chris Pyro, it wouldn’t be fair to do it to that poor boy again so soon, a bit too negative on my part... even for me.  No, I think Chris needs someone a little more calculating… and as it so happens I have just the guy.”

Christina Clair
“So you’re not wrestling tonii—“

Dwight Lights
“Stop.  I can’t talk sense into these women… will you please kick this woman in the head for me.”

Christina Clair
“Wait what??”

Christina’s face changes, just as a blur of muscle charges into the camera frame with a tremendous roar, legs moving in a rapid motion and within seconds Christina Clair’s cheekbone is decimated in front of a tremendous bicycle kick!!!  Christina is ejected out of the camera frame dramatically and a single figure takes the focal point of the camera, hunched down on bended knee, both arms propped to the concrete with his head bowed, still as a statue as the Vendetta audience watching on can still be heard crying out in shock in the background.  Dwight Lights swaggers into the shot, cackling aloud as he simply places his hand on the mysterious figures head and brings himself to calm.

Dwight Lights
“…RISE!”

Dwight begins to chuckle, a chuckle which gradually builds into gravelly, coarse laughter and the show goes on.



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