Official Introduction

[Arthur Solomon]

People in white dress shirts and black slacks with black aprons are moving casks of liquid around a dark stone room. The camera moves slowly through the obvious fermentation area. At the back of the room there's a dusty glass window showing Solomon writing in a book and doing calculations. The door opens and Solomon leans back in his chair with a big smile showing a few gold teeth.

Solomon: "Oi! Took ya lads long enuf to come chat with ol' uncle Solomon! Imagine yer me, ok? Right? Imagine being looked at as a sidekick to the NWC Champ.. Nuthin against me best mate. Great champion, yer mothers love em! Right stand up fella."

Solomon gets up from his seat and walks around holding a slick black cane with a golden fist at the head.

Solomon: "Arthur Solomon on the otha'and is more than a manager, more than a body guard, right? Arthur Solomon is the a rough an gritty right limey bastard! Ha Ha! An I aim to show yous."

He taps the camera lens with the cane.

Solomon: "Beckett 'as his match at this super show, but Solomon has nothin, right? So Let me get to the skinny of it. Derik Arse-On, ya proved to the world on Battery that ya could throw me around like a simpleton, but can ya stretch a fella? So here's my tho't, Solomon v Arse-On in a ol'fashioned submission match? Right? Grind out some real wrestling! Mono-a-Mono. What ya say Arse-on?"

he raises his cane and pushes the camera man out of the door.

Solomon: "Cheers now! Thanks fer comin!"

The screen goes black.