The lights go out in the arena as the sounds of thunder, lightening and rain echo throughout the arena. A lightening bolt strikes the center of the stage and a circle of flames engulf. The masked man slowly raises up from the midst of these flames as only his red glowing eyes scan the crowd. He steps through the flames and makes his way down to the ring. As he enters fire engulfs the perimeter of the ring. He summons for a microphone, once recieved, he places it up to his mouth and begins to speak... I look back on all of the things that have happened to this fed and I realized something. Without me here, things have just fallen to shreds. You got people bitching and moaning about bias and keep quitting and coming back. When I left, it was because I had to. For my own reasons. I thought that those final days would be it and I would no longer feel the need to grace the squared circle ever again. Well after seeing how things have been going down as of late, it kind of made me sick. It sent this feeling through me, something I haven't felt in a very long time. I knew that it was time to lace up the boots and make my return. When an exact return to in ring action will happen. That's for me to know and for you to keep wondering. But mark my words, this Wednesday, someone will feel my wrath. As I will take out the frustration that has been burning through my insides for this long time. So to all those in the back, be careful. I'm back and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. |
