Returning.

Davis Wiley had not been seen on television since his loss in the opening round of the Best of the Best tournament. Some had said that he and MSW had parted ways, while others were whispering that he was just biding his time, awaiting his return to the squared circle. The latter would be the correct folks, as Davis was set to return to the ring against Hunter McKnight in the dark match before the show was set to air. As we see the Southern Gentleman today, he is resting on the second floor balcony of his house in New Orleans, LA. He was twirling his hat around in his hand, as a smile crept across his face.

“Now, ah understand that ah am facing a…Hunter McKnight at Best of the Best. Now, ah can’t help but to be a little…ah little upset. Ah let mahself down, ah let the people of Nawalins down, and ah let the people of Las Vegas down because…mah previous pace of employment? Ah would’ve been in mister Smart’s spot right about now. Facin for the inaugural championship here in Missoura State Wrestlin. But instead, ah have been regulated to the dark match of the show. Mind you, don’t be upset. Ah will still be on the show, still performin for the live audience. However, that is not where ah would like to be, nor is it where ah think ah deserve to be.”

Davis grabbed the water bottle that was on the bannister, taking a sip of it, and placing it back in it's original spot.

“Now mister McKnight, you uh..you call yourself a good ol’ southern boy A good ol’ proud son of Texas. That’s all well and good. I respect the fact you herald the land ya come from, but ya see…ya are standing in mah way. Ya are standin in the way of mah gettin back where ah think ah deserve to be. That is at the top of the proverbial mountain here in Missourah State Wrestlin. So…it’s with a not-so-heavy heart, and a hefty body that ah have to eliminate ya. Now, don’t think of this as mah havin a personal vendetta against ya. Quite the contrary, actually. Ah honestly don’t know that much about ya aside from that pretty little write up on the website. That’s ok, thats quite alright. Because ah will use that to work mah way into your mind. Ya see, not alot of people know this about me, but ah do hold a psychology degree from Florida State University. Ah know how to get into people’s heads. Ah know how to use what ah read, and what ah see to mah advantage.”

Looking down and out on the street, he couldn't help but to genuinely smile. This was his city, tried and true. It's been through so much over the years, and yet? Still endured.

“So mister McKnight, at Best of the Best ah will show that ah am one of the best in this company. Ah will show that ah am here to stay. That ah am not goin anywhere mister McKnight. And for mister Smart and mister Manning, whoever may come out the winner in the inaugural battle for the Missourah State Wrestlin heavyweight championship bout, please keep ya guard up, because ah will be comin for that championship. Ya can believe that, sir."

As he sat up in his wooden chair, he pushed himself up to his feet, and headed inside without another word, ending the scene.