Crimson Wrath gets up from a weight bench, grabbing the PWA Heavyweight Title, and walks over to Eagle. He remains standing under the light fixture with a shadow covering his face.
CW: You could've at least knocked.
CW holds up the title and points at it.
CW: Do you honestly think it's about this? Do you honestly think I'd be messing around to obtain some powerless material object? Because I don't want it! It serves no use to me and certainly serves no use to you.
CW throws the title on the floor
CW: Don't you get it man? Theres more to it then you think. It's not just about me laughing, you would know, don't think I didnt catch on to what you were doing with those recordings you played. You were using me, you knew that you could make a monster of me. An unstoppable tyrant, but what you didn't know is that I can do the same. This might sound crazy but I think theres some kind of force thats been making us this way...Like telepathy, something on a different frequency. I don't know how my laughter set you off but I think I know whats causing it. There is a third party responsible....