(OOC: Haven't done a lot of promoing, but this is still the best one out of that small group. Hopefully it'll do.)

Michael - I still can't get over it! The Faction in the OWF. Chris Delion as co-owner? What in the world is going on?
Johny - As the plot twists, a much more entertaining story is taking place in front of us. It looks to be a great time that we're entering these days, with the great new owner and all!

The cameras fade away from what last seen, with the crowd still somewhat shocked by having seen the OWF being split down the middle with the ownership addition of none other than Faction leader Chris DeLion. Not quite knowing what they are about to see in the upcoming show, the crowd sit in anticipation for the next scene, hoping that a bright strife of sunshine from a 'face wrestler is about to brighten their mood. However, a dark room filled with unseeable shadows is all that can be seen, and the audience in attendance wonder what might step out and reveal its true form. As the dimmed light slowly gets less darkened, an old, wooden bench is the sole focus of the camera. And on that bench, a figure as enthralled in mystery as the aforementioned room can be seen, immovable. It is a male creature, with dark long hair and pallid skin, dressed in what seems to be knightly cloth from the old days; definitely appearing as commonality. Barely without moving his lips, the man often referred to as Organon starts his monolouge.

Organon - Hello there.

His voice is silent, and echoes in the dark, abandoned room with walls of a thousand tales. Some members of the crowd seems to recognize the former ½ time PWA Hardcore, and one time Television champion, and gives him a slight cheer due to pure recognizion. He continues on, undisturbed.

Organon - Many times in my considerably short career, I have tasted the sweet taste of victory. Not once during my PWA career was I pinned or forced to submission, and I even managed to capture a somewhat valuable belt in record time. But that is all in the past.

He pauses, and his eyes turns more focused and directed at the camera filming his promo. He does an unnoticeble cough, and then continues on regretlessly, wanting the world to know about his prescence.

Organon - What I have accomplished in my career prior to this day does not matter while I am placed here, as this is as an entirely new world. A new universe, even. I know that I have not yet proven anything in this organization, and that I therefore have to do my best to stand out from rivalling talent; verbally and physically. Because some might claim that my use of complex and remarkable words only is a shell for what I am capable of in the ring. However, I find my physical shell placed here at Massacre to prove those people wrong, whilst entertaining the ones who does not think that way.

A few cheers are thrown at him at that comment, as they automatically assume that he's cheerable as he said he wanted to entertain them. The cheap pop seems to work for the kindspirited 'Ganon though, who smiles slightly and cocks his head to remove his hair from his piercing gaze. The room seems to close in on him, giving whoever views the scene a quite claustophobic feel. Organon now chooses to put a closure onto his debuting sequence.

Organon - It would seem as though I have been booked against none other than Big Daddy Dave tonight. Dave, I must say that I have nothing against you as a person, as I have yet to encounter you in any way, but I shall not hold anything back tonight, as I trust you will not either. You may hold the size and allignment advantage, but I have faith in myself, and I shall attempt to my utmost boundary, to defeat what appears to be a feasible, albeit rather tricky I must say, deed.

The lights slowly dim again, and Organons eyes turn back to the table as he simply keeps sitting still. In the placid, but somewhat sinister, surroundings, he stays put in deep meditation as the camera fades to black and transfers to the next segment of Massacre.

Michael - Well, that was Organon, and I guess he's going to be a regular competitor in the OWF!
Johnny - Bwah, whatever. That was way freaky. What do you think he was doing after they turned off the lights again?
Michael - Errr... I don't know... But he locks horns with Big Daddy Dave later tonight!