Following his grueling match with Tanaka-Gun member Joey Steele at New Beginning Night 1, Paragon takes a seat in a hallway backstage. The theme music of Inferno can be heard as the main event of the night is beginning. Paragon has sweat still pouring down his toned body and is sucking in large deposits of air to try and keep himself going. A microphone is pointed in front of his face by a backstage correspondent with FBE, obviously there to ask some questions.

Reporter: "Well, Paragon, after a disappointing victory in your debut and an inconspicuous no-show, you've finally made your official debut here in FBE with a huge win. How does it feel?"

Paragon: "For one, no win is disappointing. You have a mental defect if you truly believe in things such as 'integrity', or 'honor' in victory. He didn't show up, I won. Fair and square, point blank period. My name grows bigger, my pockets grow fatter, and more beautiful, beautiful men get on my dick." Paragon smiles after the last little part, almost reminiscing as he sits there. "As for my no-show: get over it. I had better things to do than to face a mental institution reject seeking attention for a "devil that's inside of him. It's as simple as that."

"Well you see, the thing is is that it was at Firestorm's Anniversary Show, it's an important-" the reporter begins before getting cut off with a hand motion from Paragon. "It could have been at the White House, my backyard, or the gloryhole that made George Michael truly famous; I wouldn't have shown up. I know you're just desperate to get answers out of me, but considering how shit your questions have been how about you let me do the talking for now, huh daddy-o?" The reporter sheepishly nods as Paragon looks straight into the camera now.

"My name is Paragon, and I am three very important things: flamboyant, fighting, and a winner, no matter how that winning has to get done. I beat Joey Moore, supposedly one of the "best" juniors in this company tonight on one of the biggest stages in the companies' calendar year. Next week, I want to face anyone that wants to get a piece of me, and I meant anyone. Be it a clown that more than likely can't go 10 feet near an elementary school, some other Junior chud that you all parade around as the "next big thing" - news flash, I'm the one you should be parading around if you haven't figured it out yet - or even a big, strong heavyweight that I can make my little bitch in that ring. Whoever it is, just know that I'll be ready to fight you at Firestorm 87 and embarrass you in front of all your family and friends as you get put down with the Dizzy Night Lariat." Paragon then brandishes a gold tube of lipstick with his name embroidered on it, showing it off for the cameraman and the reporter. "Then, when it's all said and done, you're gonna get my mark with this little bad boy. I really hope whoever answers likes being my little man, because it's exactly how you're going to end up if you answer the challenge." He smirks, before looking back towards the reporter.

"Now, how about me and you go back to the dressing room and you can ask me a few more questions, hm?" Paragon asks before walking off with the reporter, turning his head to wink at the camera as we fade to black.

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PROMPT: Re-Book Wrestle Kingdom 15