The dimly lit room is mostly barren. There is what looks to be a table of some sort with a light on it. That same light is providing as much of the illumination to this room as possible. There isn't much else to see if you don't count the random splatters of what may or may not have been blood. It's a room that not a lot of people want to spend that much time in.
The room is as quiet as it can possibly be for a long moment. The darkness that surrounds the moderately lighted table almost seems to spread. Maybe that light is flickering haphazardly, as if warning that it could go out at any moment.
Eventually, the sounds of far too expensive shoes striding obnoxiously calmly across a soft, plush red carpet (the edges of which can be seen when the light flickers just right) on the way towards the table that's been the center of attention this entire time. That light seems to bounce off a single shimmering object as a briefcase is brought up and sat upon the table without a care. As a hand brushes across the top of the briefcase, the blatancy of a particularly familiar Kryptonite Ring can be seen blossoming in the light.
Another moment passes as a man clears his throat. His suit comes into the shot as he straightens and smooths it out. His body sinking into the chair that's behind the table. This brings his face into the light, half of it still shaded by the darkness around him...
Remington Ivory Prescott.
His hands come up in front of him, fingers steepling as he offers a grin that probably belongs in the realm of sinister than anything less than that.
"This. This is where the fun begins.
This moment right here is when Remington Ivory Prescott has decided to make the complete and utter destruction of PCW his number one priority. After that sham of a decision a few weeks ago, the opportunity to take the Blind Faith Tournament was ripped from my hands by the ineptitude of those around me. Unlike many other individuals in this situation, I did not run away with my tail tucked between my legs. I've regrouped. I've stepped up once again to lead Sovereign to an absolute and unwavering victory...
This time AT Blind Faith.
You see, after dismantling team after team during the Tournament, I believe The Powers That Be stacked the deck a bit. Put the odds against myself and HIM. And that's fine. I'm used to being the most talented underdog that any organization has ever seen. It's true. My comeback stories have been nothing short of legendary.
And another one is on the horizon.
You see, Sovereign began when I decided that I needed to make another company my bitch. I've ran through enough of these organizations and left behind nothing but chaotic fury in my wake. PCW will be no different. Each time I've decided to stop playing coy and take what I want... I've succeeded. This time, I've decided to bring some new colleagues along for the ride.
It's almost too obvious that I could waltz right up to the top of PCW and walk away with the World Heavyweight Championship without so much as breaking a sweat. But where's the fun in that? Not when the Tag Team Championships are just a hair out of reach. Considering the current champions seem so absolutely mentally dysfunctional that I don't even know if they'll actually show up in Boston.
I hope they do. You hear that, fellas? I really hope you do.
You see, I've been looking for someone to make an example out of since I decided PCW would be my new stomping grounds. I've been here for such a short amount of time and yet I'm already on the cusp of becoming a champion, taken on a talented protege and created what will become one of the most dominating factions in PCW history and I haven't even begun to scheme. These are all things that I've done without even trying. But all that stops at Blind Faith."
Remington takes a moment to slide the briefcase in front of him and he lets those fingers dance across the top of it again. His thumbs go down to the combinations and he flicks each side open.
"I suppose I can start with Maximus Steele. If I'm not mistaken, I believe Hayden and I've already dealt with you once before. You were barely a threat before so I have no idea what makes you believe that you may be one now. As I've stated, that was before Sovereign had truly become what it will be moving forward and we decidedly put you into your place at the bottom of the ladder with ease. And you want to try again? Fair enough, I guess. I suppose one could say you have 'heart' or whatever but nothing like that ever really matters when it comes to contests of skill and talent. Facing someone superior to you in every sense of the word only makes me look like a bully.
I can live with that.
You do realize that your current claim to fame hangs in the balance, don't you? You have to know that once HIM and I systematically pick you apart and leave you barely able to function as we take away the only thing keeping you relevant in this company that you'll cease to be a factor that anyone ever speaks about again, right? You understand that's how this works, don't you? Once Sovereign takes your championship, there will be nothing left for you to fail to accomplish. Don't you worry, though. I'm sure one of the markets in your home town would love to have you back. You remember how to bag groceries, don't you?"
Remington smirks and lifts the top of the briefcase. He looks inside for a moment before nodding at whatever's inside. We can't see it from this angle but it must be something Prescott likes.
"This brings me to Matt Miles. Finally, someone that I think understands exactly what this business is all about. Someone that knows what it takes to be the best. I have to say, I've taken a gander at your skills and accolades. I'd be impressed if I wasn't such an amazing talent myself. But I will say that I can respect a man that goes all in for everything that he's earned. I can respect that kind of a hustle. I've never actually had to do that kind of thing myself being so naturally gifted and brilliant but I can see where being someone like that gets you results like the championships that you and Maximus are currently holding.
Unfortunately, despite the fact that I think I like the cut of your jib, I'm going to have to crack your skull open and take those belts off you and Maxi. You have to understand that Hayden and I have a vision for the future. Not just our own future but for the future of PCW. We have big plans for this company and the more gold that Sovereign holds, the easier our plans will come to fruition. And that means that you and your Gold Standard are going to have to take a backseat to Necessary Evil.
Don't worry. Once the smoke clears and our victory is secured, I'll be sure to offer you the opportunity to bask in the glow of Sovereign for at least a few moments. While I don't harbor any personal ill will towards you, or even Maximus, I must set an example for the rest of Sovereign. As a leader, and I'm sure you know this, I have to do what's best for my team. And what's best for my team is what's best for PCW. And that's Sovereign as Tag Team Champions."
Remington stands up from the table. We follow him as he wanders around to the front of the table. One hand drags the briefcase around slowly but Prescott's body is in the way. The briefcase is wide open and exposed but as Prescott leans back against the table to adjust his cufflinks there's no way to see what's inside.
"All this talk about Blind Faith. People working together, working against each other, putting their faith in other people. These are the desperate actions of simpletons and fools. I don't need faith to know that when I step into that ring on Sunday, I'll be walking away with everything that I came here for. And that's championship gold.
I don't need faith.
I have Hayden Isaac Monroe.
I have Brittany Wheeler.
And most importantly they have me..."
Prescott reaches back into the briefcase and comes out with an incredibly bloodstained version of his signature scarf. He pulls it up and around his neck, soaking sinisterly.
"Remington Ivory Prescott."
Dramatic Pause.
"We? Are Sovereign.
It no longer matters who you are."
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Subject: And You Are? 
