The camera cuts backstage where Ian Poe can be seen in a black robe with the hood over his head sitting in the corner. His raven is in a cage.
Jim Jackson: And here is our local poet.
Derek Jordan: He won on Hells Park!
Jackson: Maybe now he will cheer up and stop whining over his crush.
Ian looks up at the camera and takes the hood off his head.
Poe: Finally I taste victory once again
How long it feels it has been.
Krash did just that on Hells Park
In my heart I can still feel the spark.
Somehow tied for second I am in this tournament
Keep on winning and I will receive my ornament.
The gold is near to being mine
Around my waist it would look fine.
Now who I face next is unknown
Feeling like this, I will not be dethroned.
I still dedicate this to you my love
For you I will rise beyond and above.
Ian puts the hood back over his head and looks down as the raven gawks and the camera fades back to ringside.
Jackson: Man this guy is weird.
Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:32 am