Camera goes backstage to a darkened room where Ian Poe can be seen wearing a black robe and the hood over most of his face. His raven is in a cage hanging from the ceiling.
Derek Jordan: This poor guy must feel terrible.
Jim Jackson: So what? He is a big softy trying to win over a woman rather than a match.
Ian slowly lifts his head up to speak.
Poe: Another match, another lose
Will another win ever come across?
My mind has been blurred by her for far too long
Maybe less time on her with poem and song.
I am losing my chance to be a champ
My fair haired maiden is acting more like a tramp.
To hell with her as I set all my focus to winning
My chances at that is thinning.
Tonight Krash will feel my pain
Two points tonight I aim to gain.
I make all the efforts to shine for all of you
Yet others do nothing and get what they want to.
This may just be the last time you hear from Poe
All this hard work has never paid off for me, no.
Ian stands up and lunges at the camera. He picks it up and throws it against the wall, smashing it to pieces.
Jordan: What is Poe doing?
Jackson: Getting fed up with things and finally taking action. This may get interesting.
Sun Jul 29, 2012 10:08 am
