By Any Means Necessary [Brogan Duffy}

Cameras follow The McLean Avenue Mauler after his brutal match against Murder Ninja as he walks through the backstage area. His newly-won title drags along the floor behind him, the leather strap clenched tightly in his hand. Duffy is bruised, exhausted, and filthy, sweat and smudges of dirt covering his body after having fought tooth and nail in the bottom of a grave. He soon finds a folding chair and plops down into it before pulling the belt up onto his lap. The Bastard's eyes glance over it as he takes in the moment; this was the first title he had ever won. It's front plate is stained with the blood of its former holder after having the belt slammed into his face repeatedly toward the end of the match. And yet, the awe in Duffy's eyes make it seem as though it were freshly shined. Bruised, battered, tired, but most importantly, the new GRBG Champion. For but a moment, he lets a sense of pride wash over him as he finds peace in the muffled cheers in the arena and the occasional chatter passing him by.

But that peace leaves as soon as it came as Brick Kind comes rushing over to speak with the new champion. The look of accomplishment on Duffy's face soon drops into a grimace as a microphone is shoed in his face. That's the Bastard we're used to. 

BRICK KIND: I'm here with the new GRBG Champion, "The Bastard" Brogan Duffy! Brogan, what are your thoughts on your match with Murder Ninja?

BROGAN DUFFY: Seriously? You just saw me go through hell and nearly get buried alive in this arena and you think I want to talk to a shithead like you?

BRICK KIND: Well, I- I'm just trying to do my job and-

Brogan lets out a sigh as Brick continues to stammer. He raises his hand to stop the eager interviewer.

BROGAN DUFFY: Shut up. It's fine. I guess there truly is no rest for the wicked, and I think we can agree that I'm as wicked as they come here in RAZOR. You know what I think? I think this outcome is exactly what I said it would be. I told everybody on Shotgun, Ninja included, that I was going to put him in the fucking ground, did I not? Now where is he? Is the Murder Ninja in the room with us right now? Nope! He's six feet deep in that fucking hole- at least until the officials dig his body up. I can't help but wonder how long that will take...

A scoff escapes his lips before he pulls the championship belt onto his shoulder.

BRICK KIND: As you know, "The Spanish Ace" Adam Garcia became the new number one contender for your title earlier in the evening. Reports have come in saying that you will be facing him for the championship in the main event of the next episode in a Supermarket Showdown. What do-

BROGAN DUFFY: Wait, wait, wait- a Supermarket Showdown? What, we're going to fight in a grocery store? Jesus, what are they smoking up in those offices? "Oh, we just saw Brogan bury a man alive but now we want to see him beat up a kid with a whole ham!" 

BRICK KIND: In any case, do you think Garcia has what it takes?

BROGAN DUFFY: I'll give credit where credit's due, the kid's put the two opponents he's wrestled here in the damn hospital. That's not a statistic that I would ignore so easily. I'm sure he intends to do the same with me. He's younger, more agile, more technical, he's certainly confident since he wants to call himself a goddamn Ace but you know what? None of that means a damn thing to me!

He suddenly snatches the microphone from Brick's hand, looking directly into the camera as he speaks.

BROGAN DUFFY: Because Adam, you can take your wrestling experience and your entitlement and stuff them up your ass! You look in the mirror and see an Ace, well you know what I see? I see a kid who got handed a has-been and some basket-case LARPer on a silver platter, as from what I saw you had quite a hard time putting the latter away! And you think you're ready for me? You may have more proper wrestling experience than I do, but that's fine because I don't wrestle; I fight. I brawl, I maim, I beat the shit out of the people who stand in my way and I have years of experience with that. Hell, I was mauling people in barrooms and basements before you got to secondary school! The fact that I'm even here today and have this championship on my shoulder should tell you that you don't belong in the ring with me! And if you're still ignorant to that then let me put it this way. You saw me batter, bloody, and beat Murder Ninja senseless before dumping him and his tombstone in a hole and burying him alive just so that I could get my hands on this title. What the fuck do you think I am willing to do in order to make sure it stays with me?! If that means I have to kick your ass up and down aisles or maybe stick your face in a meat slicer, so be it! That's the sort of champion these people expect: a fighter willing to win by any means necessary- and that ain't you, kid.

Brogan shoves the microphone back to Brick before rising from his seat and making his way out of frame.