A camera turns on, revealing a rather luxurious bedroom, and a man sitting faced away from the camera in a nice looking chair is present. The chair soon turns around to reveal the newly debuted (and losing) Paragon siting in it.

"Good evening, LLR fans. How are we? I'm sure you're very sad that the Pipe Dream lost last night, aren't you? Well I sure am too, especially losing to a broke, slobbish no-life such as u/Midknightdreary. But, alas, life goes on and I look forward. Especially towards my chances to shine in the Pacific division." He stands up taking a few steps forward but leaving it at that. "Now, about my match tonight: Paragon VS u/Brokenpenisjoke. Sadly, I can only see one half of that match up in the spotlights, but it is what it is. Maybe I can carry that... slob, we'll say, to a decent match, and stay looking right. My entrance attire alone costs $1,000, and I know that I don't want him, or any of his low-ranking stable mates to ruin my attire."

He lets out an annoyed breath at the thought, and dusts himself off, calming back down.

"So... With that in mind, I'd like to give my strategy for tonight over to one BPJ, as to beat me I know that you will need it. BPJ, I'm going to rush you, beat you as swiftly as I can, and high tail it out of the arena afterwards, just so your group of misfits cannot try anything. As I know that you may not understand the words that I'm saying right now, I wonder if you understand anything, really, let me put it into simpler terms for you: our match is going to be like a drive-by shooting, except you're going to be the one on the ground with your head split in two, and blood flowing into the gutter. Thank you, and I'll see you later BPJ, goodnight."

With that statement, Paragon storms off camera, and the scene fades to black.