Scott is standing in the middle of a Mercury ring in jeans a white t-shirt and black leather jacket. Scott looks to be almost angry as he looks into the camera.

Scott Royal: The first card for the Great Mercury comeback is set. Where does Royal fall
at on that card you may ask? I am teamed up with good old Blaise McCoy.

Scotts word echo through the empty arena. Scott stands in the center of the ring like a gladiator of old waiting for an opponent to enter.

Scott Royal: You know I am not one to complain…

A half smile crosses his face as the word roll off his tongue.

Scott Royal: So I won’t start now. I just am looking for the chance to step in the ring and
get paid to beat the living snot out of someone and not get arrested in the
process.

Scott Royal: I say line them up one by one the whole roster and let me knock their teeth
out.

Scott Royal: Tag Team, Lumber Jack, Flap Jack, Slap Jack who gives a crap I will
Meticulously eliminate the entire Mercury roster. I don’t care about
titles or winning as long as someone gets hurt. Hurt badly.

Scott Royal: Stop asking the question that I know you all are. What makes you think
you are so tough? What makes you think you think you are so big and
bad?

Scott takes off his jacket and lays it over the top ring rope. Pops his neck and looks right into the camera.

Scott Royal: The answer is simple…I don’t care anymore. I use to worry about looking
good as I one or lost. That part of me is gone now. That was another life.

Scott Royal: Now, I know what I need to do. I don’t need friends or family anymore.
That just makes me all the more formidable.

Scott Royal: So look out to everyone…friend or foe.

Scott Royal: Because I am Scott Royal…Period!