Disturbed's Down with the sickness starts to play as flames erupts at the base of the titantron and through these flames a man walks, he stops on the entrance platform and looks out over the crowd, those who recognizes him starts to cheer. He is wearing an iron mask, black t-shirt, black wrestling pants and black boots, on his right hand is a black glove and on his left wrist a studded leather wrist guard.
Alex: "Who on earth is that?"
Matt: "Why don't you go ask him? He seems ready to tell you."
Alex: "How can you tell under that mask?"
Matt: "I can't."
The man comes walking down the walkway, then he climbs into the ring, he walks to the middle of the ring, he slowly raises his arms, with his palms upwards, when his hands come level with his waist flames erupts from the ringposts and as his hands raises so does the intensity of the flames. When his arms draw level with his shoulders, he makes a grabbing motion with his hands and pluck his arms down, in an explosion of flame, the flames dies down.
Alex: "Whoa!"
The man walks over to the corner, picks up a microphone and looks over the crowd, then raises the microphone to the mouth slit in the mask.
???: "I...am Daemon Lupo. I have come from hell to sent those who deserve to be there back to their homes."
A low chuckle escapes from the mask
Daemon: "So beware all of you who think that you are safe from judgement. You are not. In my quest to do this I may fail many times, but I will also succeed many times. I do not care how long it takes me, I will clear DCW of it's evil and corrupt forces."
Daemon raises his one hand and flames erupts on the entrance platform and the ring posts
Daemon: "You will allll burn!"
Daemon Lupo throws back his head, laughing maniacally, drops the microphone and leaves the ring, walking back up the ramp.
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