???: "Why oh why do the undeserving even get title shots?"
** The camera pans and focuses on the source of the voice, the man behind the monster Entropy, Marcus Troy. Casually puffing his cigar, Troy's face shows an expression annoyance and unamusement. Standing behind him, towering into the shadows is the 7 foot 3 monster, the embodiment of Chaos, Entropy.**
Marcus Troy: "Last week, my client Entropy faced against a so-called Warlock, a week before that Soldier123... Both men, not even worthy of being called number one contender... This week, another loser will meet his end in the ring, The Admirable Gameboy shall find out that the only admirable thing about him is that he had the balls to step into the ring to his demise!"
** Troy pauses and takes a couple of puffs from his cigar, savoring the aroma of the tobacco before continuing. **
Marcus Troy: "Management should stop sending these sheep to the slaughter... Give us an opponent that is worth our time! Give us an opponent that can actually stand up and put up a fight... Oh wait... I forget... THERE IS NO ONE IN THE ROSTER LIKE THAT! This roster is filled with weak and talentless hacks pretending to be wrestlers! Oh what a conundrum we have here... Can no one sate the bloodlust running through the veins of my client Entropy? I guess not, for no one can tame the embodiment of chaos, no one can contain the maelstrom of disorder... NO ONE CAN DEFEAT ENTROPY! They can try... But they shall always fail..."
** With that Marcus Troy drops his cigar on the ground and puts it out with his foot. He then steps back as the shadows envelope him and his client as the camera cuts to black. **
Subject: Why Oh Why? 
Sat Jan 30, 2016 2:00 am
