[The scene opens up to the original locker room of Khanrai Senomorye. We are peering over his couch while looking at the rest of his room. Everything is neat and clean other than the table in the middle of his room. It has shot-glasses and all sorts of empty liquor bottles covering the table. While focusing on the table, the couch begins to move and shudder as someone tries to reposition itself to a more comfortable position. The person groans and sits up, unable to get comfy. He sits up from his laying down position and doesn’t notice the camera. It’s Khanrai. His hair is all messed up and his face, still bruised from last Friday. He scratches his bed-head hair and moves to the back room, still oblivious to the camera. He comes back with a towel draped over his bare shoulders and sits down in his previous seat. Somehow, in the midst of his tardiness, his hair had become soaking wet. It was now sticking to his head as he sipped on a warm cup of coffee. He flipped on the TV and watched it for a few minutes. The camera faded out and came back a few hours later. This time, Khanrai was dressed in his red ring shirt and his hakama pants. Oneru was sitting beside him. Khanrai had his arm slumped over her shoulder. They were both laughing at a comic act on Comedy Central. Something was different about Khanrai though. He had something slung over his shoulder. It glimmered red, white and blue as the TV light reflected off of it. It was teetering off of his shoulder as he chuckled and it started to fall to the floor. The camera followed it on it’s decent. On the way down, Khanrai snatched it directly before it hit the ground.]Khanrai: That was close.
[The camera pans back up as he pulls the title back up and over his shoulder. He settles back down as he pats his coveted American Title. The camera moves around to the front of the couch so that we can see Khanrai and Oneru’s face.]
Khanrai: You all have to have seen me at Full Throttle. I won this here American Title with ease. Belmont didn’t even put up much of a challenge. I was given a pushover for competitor. Now, on the other hand, Morbius gave me a fight. He almost had it done, I’ll give him that. That last Nail in my Coffin was almost driven in. But luck pulled through for me yet again. I caught him and put him down for good that night. I walked out of Raleigh the first SUPREME Wrestling U.S. Champion!
[Khanrai stood up and tugged at his title. He walked into the other room and came back with two root beers. He sits back down and rips open both bottles and passes one to Oneru. They clank them together and begin to drink. Khanrai brings the soda bottle with the sizzling concoction to his lips and prepares to engulf the drink. He pauses and looks over at Oneru. She is already halfway done with the drink. Khanrai stares at Oneru as the drink slowly disappears down her throat. She lowers the now vacant bottle from her lips and sets it down from the table. She shudders and lets out a large burp. Khanrai gapes at her as she holds her mouth and chuckles. Khanrai begins to smile and chugs his down as well. He slams the bottle down on the table and looks at Oneru and burps as well. They both laugh and stare at each other.]
Oneru: I think I won.
Khanrai: Heh, Whatever. Anyway, back to MY American Title. At Warfare before the first SUPREME Wrestling Pay-Per-View, there was a battlefield rumble for the U.S. Title. I thought I was going one on one with another superstar. But I was wrong. I have to face two other people at Independence Day! RaZ and Tyler Evans have proven themselves that they have what it takes to try and take me down. They have a one in three chance to win my title. However, much to their dismay, this title is staying where it should be, around my waist!
[Khanrai shifts in his seat and lays his head back and pats his title once again. He sits there for a few seconds before bringing his head back forwards and continues talking.]
Khanrai: Now to the point at hand. At Warfare this coming Friday, there is a Tag-Team tournament for the first ever Champions to take their gold. This is just another chance for me to prove myself again. Yes it’s true I was battered and beat at Full Throttle, but don’t you think that a week is a long enough recovery time for the small bumps and bruises I received? My partner, Redd Pike, is new to this company, and I think he’s gonna turn out alright. I viewed what he can do during his tryouts for the company and he is a loom of power. He can get a little crazy sometimes but he can still pack a punch. Hell, he might even be able to beat me on one of my bad days, but lets not think about that right now. The highest concern is the upcoming tourney. Our opponents are none other than the Innovator of Chaos himself, Morbius, and Matt Nitro, the British Phenom. Morbius won’t be able to put up a fight after that intense beating he received by me at Full Throttle. So he’ll have to rely on his partner to get this one down. Nitro, this is your chance to shine buddy, let’s see what you got!
[Khanrai stands up and walks closer to the camera. The U.S. Title is still slung over his shoulder. He adjusts its position as he begins to speak again.]
Khanrai: Come this Friday, Pike and I will be one step closer to Tag-Team gold. [Khanrai pats his unoccupied shoulder] This one over here is vacant now, but come Independence Day, the reservation for the SUPREME Tag-Team Championship Belt is being filled! Morbius, Nitro, YOUR LUCK’S RUN OUT!
[The shot fades out.]
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