For a brief flash in time, the club known as Neverwhere was one of the most popular night spots in Seattle. The city’s most wealthy and attractive denizens would mingle underneath dimmed lights to boast the most recent fashions and dissect the latest Hollywood gossip, all the while filling their stomachs with expensive alcohol and creamy pâtés. But eventually, like all fads, Neverwhere faded away – the fickle tastes of its hopelessly vain patrons already focused on the trendy new nightclub down the street.

Now Neverwhere sits empty, stripped of all its luxurious trimmings. Sunlight pours in through the obscene gapes of boarded-up windows and fans out across the hardwood floor, pale fingers stretching towards a figure standing motionless in the center of the spacious room. The man is obviously lost in thought - heading hanging low over his chest, his attention focused on the golden coin spinning between his fingers.

This is Adam Gray, otherwise known as Silverback, former owner of Neverwhere. Of course, all he owns now is a vacant building and the clothes on his back – the rest of his assets gambled away in this grand business venture. And while most men might find themselves in a bout of deep depression, devastated by financial ruin, Adam Gray is taking it all in stride.

Go big or go home, as he would say. Silverback slowly steps from the darkness while discreetly pocketing the coin. He then turns to face us, his classic smirk displayed for all to see.

"The LWF opens its doors once again and it just so happens that I’m in the market for a new job. Call it fate, call it coincidence, call it whatever the hell you want. All I know is that I have an opportunity and I plan to take advantage of it.”

He is addressing not one, but all of you.

“And who am I to say such a thing? Who am I?! If you don’t know, maybe you should learn to fuckin’ Google. Seriously, if you’ve just broken into this business and have never had the distinct pleasure of watching Silverback in action, I’m going to help you out and give you a bit of advice – turn around and go home. Don’t look back, don’t ask questions, and get out while you can. I’ve physically, mentally, and emotionally tortured too many men and women, both in and out of the ring, to count. I’ve ended careers without a second thought. I take personal satisfaction in breaking people.

So to sum things up…you’re way out of your league. Now I’m sure you won’t admit to that and it’s more than likely you’ve convinced yourself I’m full of shit. Maybe you’re right – there are plenty who would agree with you. But maybe, just maybe, you’re completely wrong…in which case I’ll punctuate your mistake with a broken ankle.”

Gray spreads his arms openly in mock warmth and his lips spread to reveal a row of threatening teeth.

“This is me being nice – this is me giving you a proper warning. Your rudimentary knowledge of this sport will not be enough to get you by. A big mouth and a small brain will only wind up getting you hurt. In short, if you don’t know your shit, you don’t belong in the LWF. Take offense to that? Then tape up those wrists, ladies and gentlemen, and call me out.

Show me what you got, bitches…”