Reason, the first: To pave the way for a returning superstar.

Reason, the second: To create false hope among the audience for the return of a superstar, only to have them disappointed by the eventual unveiling of a nobody.

Which reason applies to this situation, I hear you wondering. Your mind ticking incessantly like a teacher assessing a straight-A student's work. Well, I could tell you. It would be so easy. All I have to do is show my face and the answer to that question will become obscenely clear.

But I won't show you my face. Not now.

Not yet.

I'm enjoying the suspense. The anticipation.

I'm basking in the knowledge that both of my opponents are completely ignorant to my identity. Clueless as to my size and style. I'm relishing the fact that they'll have to train all week for all sorts of opponents. Big ones, little ones, fat ones, legendary ones.

They have absolutely no idea who I am and what I've done. And it's beautiful.

For all they know, I could already be on the DCW roster. I could be a friend of Jamie's who's been keeping our friendship quiet for the past couple of weeks. For all they know, I could be an enemy of Jamie's, brought to his side of the ring by a mutual disdain for the current Tag Team champs.

This week, the title-holding frauds are going into their defense completely blind.

Are you afraid of the dark, "Ice Man"? Ambassador?

Are you so confident of your abilities that you honestly believe you can win a match you've had no time to prepare for?

I've been preparing all week. Ever since I got the phone call from Jamie, letting me know what he had planned and asking me for my assistance. I've studied both of you. I may have even wrestled you in the past.

I could be anybody.

Or I could be nobody.

Guess you'll have to wait 'til Syndicated before you know for sure, huh?

Don't worry, though.