The once loud crowd, is now quiet as MIA(paper planes) starts to play over the PA.
A dark, shadowy figure, wearing a dark, yet silky robe; protrudes through the entrance.
the crowd bewildered, no one knowing who this cloaked figure is.
He walks with a certain confidence about him self, as he approaches ring side.
With a swift dive, he slides in to the center of the ring, signaling for a mic.
The crowed, still confused, silent, and restless awaits anxiously.
With mic in had, he speaks. "Hello, Detroit; you don't know me now... But soon enough, my name will be a house hold name. Sure, that may sound eh, how do you put it? ****y, arrogant perhaps? That doesn't matter now, what matters, is that I want a match! ANY ONE! bring it on, any one in the BUILDING! I will wrestle. I will prove my self, one way, or another. I'll be waiting in the back!
Just as he entered, he exits the ring, walking confidently towards the entrance.
Just as the hooded, cloaked figure is about to exit, a theme song begins to play, out comes the reigning Heavy Weight Champion of the world.
To be continued.
