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[color=violet][b]Heather Thompson
((Introducing first OR And his/her opponent)),weighing in at 315 pounds; from Bullhead City, Arizona; he is “The Black Dragon” and you are not prepared; THIS…IS…STYGIAN! [/b][/color]

The lights die out, every last light in the joint is gone.  Fans light lighters…well since nobody fucking smokes anymore, there aren’t many lighters lit, but a few.  Others hold up their cameras with the flashes lit, or their phones with either the selfsame, or a stupid app that makes it look like they’re holding up a lit lighter.   Hell, the IWF marketing department shamelessly sells small LED squeeze lights with Black Dragon logos on them for fans to hold up at moments like this.  Regardless of the illuminating device, fans are holding them up and the audience looks like they’re at a Poison concert waiting to hear “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn”.  But instead, they hear the sound of a dragon flapping its wings, and then a deep, resonant roar fills the arena as the creature suddenly appears on the jumbotron overhead and lands atop a jagged, black volcanic mountain.  A few feet below where the winged beast lands, a lava fissure cracks, and magma cascades down the sheer cliff face and appears to spill onto the stage below, where the silhouette of a man stands.  The lava vanishes behind him, and appears to fill up a molten armor chestpiece until it glows yellow-orange.  

[size=18][b][color=#feba03]YOU ARE NOT PREPARED[/color][/b][/size]

A wall of fire erupts, blocking the stage and even the jumbotron itself.  Flames shoot down either side of the ramp, and when it gets to the end, the ring posts light up and burn like torches as the eye is naturally turned back to the entrance ramp where Stygian stands replete in his full regalia, and with a scalloped black over-the shoulder cape as the opening cord of the first verse of Jorn’s “End of Time” rings throughout the arena.
[b][color=#feba03]I have a dream to start over again
In silence bleeding - is the heartbroken man
Turning the pages I'm longing for grace
I'm fading picture of a human in rage[/color][/b]

Stygian walks down the flaming ramp with a snarl on his face through the second verse.  He glances back and forth into the crowd, but never once reaches to slap an outstretched hand or even smile.  Instead he steps just over the edge of the ringside mats, undoes the cape and lets it slide off and raises his hands in time with the chorus.  When he does, the ring posts erupt in pillars of flame that seem to reach high enough to burn god’s ballsack.  

[b][color=#feba03]Tell me who we are
Coming from afar
See the distant star
In a flying car
It's a future world
Go and get your girl
Reach for the sky to the end of time[/color][/b]

Stygian runs and dives under the bottom rope, pushing himself up to his feet in a surprisingly quick motion for such a large man.  He ((fixes his stern gaze on his opponent, awaiting the start of the match.  <<OR>> wheels around to face the entrance ramp, leaning on the top rope with both hands and awaiting his arrival.))