The all too familiar theme song of Jordan Bull fills the arena, along with a chorus of angry boos from the crowd. Jordan swaggers out onto the stage wearing a modified attire of his black T-Shirt, tights, knee pads and kick pads with a green trim. He looks like a confident man after his decimation of an innocent man, his destruction of Harrison Payne's neck as well as his respectable position in the draft and now his place in a match with the Undisputed World Champion, Robert Blake and the enigmatic challenger, Rhys Haze. He walks with purpose down the ramp, like a man on a mission, ignoring the hostile crowd that once treated him like a hero. Jordan climbs the steps and enters the ring. The music fades out and Jordan picks a microphone up that an official has rolled in, probably so that he doesn't get attacked by the destructive Jordan Bull. "Shut the hell up you putrid filth!" The insult does not make the crowd any quieter as they rain a symphony of boos, seemimgly soaking Jordan in their hate. However, the man in the ring does not seem phased by the reaction and begins to talk as the crowd finally quieten down. "I am the Destroyer, Jordan Bull. I am on a warpath that will never stop, even when I get Championship Gold around my waist. I am the man now. Last week, I truly arrived here in Precision by ripping two of this companies employees in half. I have been drafted to Team Green by Buster Gates, who, via Reginald, alluded to the fact that I could possibly take the title away from Robert Blake and bring it to Team Green. I have a problem with this. Firstly, why only allude to something that you know full well is a certainty? I am going to take that Undisputed Championship away from Robert Blake, Will Nielson or whoever the hell is holding onto my prize when I get the shot that I deserve. However, Buster, if you think that I am going to win that title for you and your little agendas, you are a moron. I couldn't care less about Team Green, sure, I'll play along with your little games, I'll beat whoever you want me to beat but I am not a team player. Sure, for now our objectives coincide with each other, but if I feel like you or any other member of your team are in my way...I will break you, just like I broke that official, just like I broke Harrison Payne." Jordan is still booed, despite strong words. He seems to understand that the crowd will never be behind him, and somewhat seems to relish it. "But right now, I have to focus. My match this week is huge. Not only do I have the opportunity to beat two guys in one night; I have the opportunity to beat the Champion, which would surely make me the #1 Contender. Robert Blake is a fighter, and a good one at that. He dominates in Precision and Exodus and has proven himself to be a champion in both brands. I know Exodus, or at least what it used to be. I know how tough it is there. It's dog eat dog and only the cream rises to the top. I mean, as much as I hate all of you though, Precision is easily better." The Precision fans cheer and chant "Exo-Fucks" "Because it has Jordan Bull as it's centrepiece attraction." The crowd once again boo Jordan for his arrogance, no matter if there's truth to it. "Robert Blake may be a big scary fighter but I don't fear you. I fear no man. Not you, Blake and certainly not you Rhys Haze. I'll be honest, Rhys, you are the X-Factor in this match. Robert and I are proven stars, you are not. We have experience on our side, but you are the unknown. I can gameplan for Robert a lot more than I can for you, so you can really do one of two things: Either, you are just like every other nobody in this company, or, you'll surprise eveyone. Either way, you too are not coming out of this show with a win. This match is mine, this company is mine and Robert Blake, your title is mine." Jordan's music begins to play and it is either interrupted by the theme of another Precision wrestler, or the theme of the show.