Jones: Fear. It grabs you and chokes deamnding more each second and never lets go until there is nothing left. Man has always feared what he cannot see. He has always feared what he cannot destroy. Now you have all been exposed and now mankind has a new reason to fear.

{{Suddenly, "Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones begins playing over the loudspeakers and the lyrics appear going over the GWATron and as if on command, the air conditioning vents in the arena turn on full blast cascading the whole arena in a chilled silence as they do not know what to expect next. Out of the entranceway walks a man, if you can call him that. He is dressed all in black and looks about as evil as anything ever seen. He stops at the top of the rampway, and smiles at all of the scared and blank expressions he sees in the audience. He closes his eyes slowly and breathes in as if drawing power from the fear that they are giving off. Then, he slowly reopens his eyes and begins walking down to the ring. He stops midway and turns to the right guardrail. He walks toward it and the fans scatter all except for one teenage boy with black hair and eye makeup and dressed all in black too. He doesn't seem to be afraid. This new wrestler approaches the young man who upon making full eye contact drops down in a salute to him. The giant merely nods slowly in approval before turning and finishing his walk to the ring. He climbs up the steps and slowly steps over the top rope and into the ring. He takes a couple of minutes to take off some of the excess robing that he wore to the ring yet noone seems to have the courage or the willpower to tell this man to hurry up. He holds his hands together almost as if in a praying position for a few seconds and then suddenly throws his hands upward. A fireball shoots out and that same instant, pyros stationed next to all the arena's lights fire and the lights instantly return on as if he has made the lights simply explode back on. He takes the mic from the ring announcer who is standing there completely petrified and smiles an evil smile. Then his face returns to the moody disposition it had been and he begins speaking in a low almost guttural voice.}}

Black Plague: For eons, both man and beast has strived to not only achieve but also they have strived to forever combat the evils and sicknesses that they have had to endure. Some they have had a little modicum of success, and some, the remedies have forever eluded them. Polio turned out to be weak. It was beaten by a lone man named Alexander Salk. Smallpox at one time was one of the world's most prevelent and feared diseases, but eventually even it was overcome by a man named Edward Jenner. But those were all weak. The Bubonic Plague, also known as the Black Death, was one and still is one of the most deadliest things to happen to mankind. And now I am back again. I am the incarnate form of the Black Death. Anything I touch, I destroy. That is anything I CHOOSE to destroy. You see, the masses of people that control your pathetic and meaningless lives would have you believe that something like the Black Death is something that is indiscriminate in who it touches, in who it infects, and in who it kills, but those people know far less than they think they do. It is very cold. It is very calculating. It takes life like a mass genocide, yet there is a purpose, and invariably, there are a few spared. Maybe one of those few might be spared to infect others. Maybe one of those might be spared to spead the word as to the devastation and hopelessness that awaits them all. And yet still maybe, just maybe there might be one spared to serve the cause. If there are one or more worthy, they must prove themselves, but until then, you are all exposed and there is nothing that any of you can do about it. There is nothing that any of your so called heroes in the back can do about it. The closer and closer that they get to the Black Plague, the more and more they shall relize their own mortality. I don't care if they are superheroes, devil worshippers, or anything else. They are all targets and any who oppose the Black Plague will wither like a pretty little rose that has had the most terrible and lethal of acids poured on it.

Now, as I said, be it man or beast made no difference, and apparently some people behind the scenes here in the GWA that have decided to take me literally. So be it. They have ordained that the first victim of the Black Plague will not be a man at all, but a Lamb. I had always believed that my first victim here would be someone who would serve symbolically as a sacrificial lamb, but now I have been given the real thing. Rest assured, little Lamb, that your bleats will not go unheard. However, they will not serve you any. This is a Black Plague that you will not nor cannot survive. You say you want an answer? I have the answer, little Lamb. It is called death. It is called The End, and it is my gift to you. When I get you into that ring, you will know what it's like to face an unstoppable force, something that will surround you, choke you, and permeate you with a sickness that you cannot even begin to imagine. They talk about a God in heaven who is known as the Great Shepherd. That is a good thing for you, Lamb, because after I get done with you here on earth, and you give up your last breath to me in that ring, he will be waiting there to take care of your soul. I am here for your ruin, but after your physical defeat at my hands, there will be a light at the end of the tunnel for you. No more worrying about getting sheared to make a sweater for one of these thankless people. No more worry about being made into lamb chops and sitting on some grocer's meat shelf waiting to be bought, only to rot and go bad. No, those fates you are now spared of because instead you will only have to pay one ultimate price to me, and after that, the rest is silence. You see I am more powerful and more deadly than anything you have ever known. Not even man, who rules this earth as the so called smartest species, can devise a defense or a cure for the plague that I infect. What makes a little white grass eater like you think you can do anything about it? I will not take you lightly, Lamb. I refuse to do that, but oh yes, I will take you. You are the reintroduction of what I will do to not only the GWA itself but also the world. I will infect everyone with my own unique sickness and then they will understand. For some it will already be too late, but some I want to understand. And you, Lamb, you are the first but unfortunately, you will not be able to understand. You are merely a sacrifice. The world will see when we meet in that ring how I will take you apart, and how I will leave nothing left but an empty shell. In a way little Lamb, you should be proud. Being the first is something to aspire to in a lot of cases. When people look back years from now on the path of decay that I have trodden through the GWA, they will not remember my second opponent, and there will be many along the way that they will not remember because out of so many people some names will become insignificant. However, there will be that one name that they will remember. When people years from now ask the question, "Who was the first victim? Who was the first to go down to the Black Plague on this path of decay?" And that answer will forever be a little Lamb.

JJ: Can you believe this guy? He gives me the creeps! Where did they dig him up from?

Duce: Bad choice of words, there. I'll tell you what, I wouldn't want to be Lamb in their opening GWA match!

JJ: Me neither.

{{The Black Plague walks around the ring for a minute holding the mic as if deep in thought before he starts speaking again.}}

Black Plague: However, Lamb is not the ultimate goal. Lamb is not even an immedaite goal. Lamb is simply a victim. No, there is another that has already piqued my interest. Whether or not this person can prove worthy of that interest remains to be seem, but someone in the GWA can expect a visit from me very, very soon. Now, some people have asked me about titles here in the GWA. I did not come here for a title, although I do realize that you people acquaint those who are the best with those who wear title belts. And being as that I will eliminate most of the competition around here, at some point whether sooner or later, I will invariably find myself with one or more of those belts around my waist. I do not worry about such things. They will come in time. For now, I am more concerned with collecting names of victims. Lamb may not be a high profile name as that this will be Lamb's first and most likely last match, but soon, the name list will begin to grow more and more, and people will begin to see more and more that this is one Black Plague that cannot and will not ever be permanately stopped. But for now remember that I am the Black Plague...and for me...and for all of you...THERE IS NO CURE!!!

{{"Paint It Black" begins playing again as some of the crowd boos loudly but most still do not know what to make of this giant evil monster. The Black Plague tosses the mic to the ground and climbs out of the ring and walks to the back as the announcers take the show to its next commercial.}}