The scene opens up on a simple backstage intervciew area. The backdrop is filkled with the UTA logo and its sponsors, as calming a sign as the fans of UTA can expect. And into that calm steps Ace Andrews and Samuel Scythe. Ace is dressed in his usual dark custom-fitted Brioni suit and some tinted glasses, the light momentarily shimmering over his bald head, but for anyone thinking to chuckle over the amusing sight, the scowl on the monster of the man standing behind him would end those thoughts. Samuel Scythe is dressed in just sweatpants and a hoodie, but its the scowl on his lips and the anger behind his eyes that are truly terrifying. Scythe is silent as Ace stands just in front of him, a cocky grin stretching old and wisened lips. 

ACE ANDREWS: "Good Evening Phoenix, and HELLO UTA. My name is Ace Andrews and as this is my very first appearance on your television screens, allow me just a moment of self-flagulatory as I walk you through my illustrious career. I am a Fourteen Time World Champion, a three time Hall of Fame member, richer then your local lotto winner, more handsome then your magazine model, and hung better then Danny D. And if you know who that is.....then you and I can be friends. But I'm not here to really talk about me. I'm here to talk about the scowling mountain of rage standing just behind my shoulder. You see, a few years ago, I came to a realisation. As I woke up after another night sweating and grunting between the ropes, to an aching back and sore knee, I realised....why was still getting between the ropes myself? I'd already beaten anyone I ever wanted. I'd already won world titles, married the hottest woman in the business, L--Lucky Lawliet....."

Ace pauses for just a moment, looking away as if a hard memory is crossing his eyes. Samuel looks at him for a moment and then reaches up to squeeze his shoulder, a momentary sign of solitude and a gesture that speaks a million words about the respect between the two men. Ace looks back at him and nods softly, before looking back at the camera and clearing his throat. It takes him a moment, but when he speaks his voice is calm again.

ACE ANDREWS: "I had done everything I set out to do, and yet there I was, still wrestling. Still getting hurt. Letting myself be tossed around on some thick wooden boards out of some blaise love of the business. And that just wasn't good enough. A man like myself shouldn't be denegrating himself for some plebs in the crowd with barely two nickels to rub together. No. I was done getting  between the ropes myself. So instead, I decided it was time to embrace the next generation. Find the next great talent, and let them wrestle while I educated and guided them from ringside. And I'll admit, my first few attempts weren't the best. I tried my flesh and blood first and they failed me. Horrifically. But then into my life stormed the man behind me, Samuel Scythe."

Ace grins and shifts slightly, just stepping a little to the side as Scythe stares down the camera, eyes boring into it with an intense and angry glare. Ace waits a moment and then grins.

ACE ANDREWS: "Samuel Scythe is not merely a man. He is anger defined. He is rage and strength and instinct. He is my Reaper. A weapon so loyal and dedicated, that all it takes is a click of my fingers, and Scythe will destroy whatever I send him against. And you, uTA? You signed the contract. You welcomed him into your front doors with a smile. You really do not understand what you have done. If you knew what this man was? What he could do? You would have barricaded those doors, locked yourselves in a bunker, and rocked yourself to sleep every night just PRAYING the next day wasn't the day he came knocking. But no. You signed him. Walked the wolf right into the hen house....and you left me holding the leash. Samuel Scythe isn't here to play nice. To bow, or kneel, or cowtow to lesser beings. Samuel Scythe is MY Reaper. He is here to destroy.....to wreck.....to kill. Scythe is going to run through your entire roster, leaving just chaos and destruction behind him.....and its going to be all your own fault because YOU let him in."

There's a malicious grin on Scythe's face as Ace speaks, the corporate cutthroat's voice hushing slightly with some of his speech, making sure everyone is paying attention before he speaks again.

ACE ANDREWS: "I'm no clairvoyant. I can't say I can look into a crystal ball and tell you that my weapon Scythe is going to be a World Champion, or go into the Hall of Fame. But I can tell you one thing with absolute certainty. Whomever gets put in front of Scythe going forward.....you're going to regret it. Titles are nice trophies, but Scythe prefers collecting hospital bills. They tell the true cost of going up against The Reaper. So, whomever draws his name going forward? Consider this a warning. You will REAP what you SOW. And in the wheat fields that is the UTA ring? I'm the man holding the Scythe."

Ace laughs at that, and then turns to head away, Scythe glaring down the camera intensely for a few extra moments before turning to walk away as the scene cuts to commercial.