Speaker of the masses

*The arena goes dark and quiet. The fans in their seats start to wonder what's going on, and flashbulbs from cameras begin to silhouette the ring in still frames. A spotlight flashes on, centering on the stage as a tall man in a robe with a deep hood to conceal his face stand there menacingly. Great Malenko by the Insane Clown Posse starts to play through the PA system as the man makes his way to the ring.

His tall frame lends to long smooth strides, making it seem almost as if he were gliding across the floor toward the ring. His coat flows behind him like a trail of destruction as he approaches the ring steps. As he steps into the ring, he throws his hood back, revealing a framing a hard face with dark eyes.

Commentator 1: "Who is this guy? I've never seen him before!"

Commentator 2: "I don't know, but he sure gives me the creeps."

*The man reaches through the ropes for a microphone, then raises it to his mouth as his music cuts out*

Man: "Ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to introduce you to the newest for in this industry. Allow me to enlighten your pitiful minds as to the new order of things. My name is John Lartikus. And my voice is the voice of the people. My actions speak for the masses. But don't let me tell you let me show you."

*The crowd stirs as he talks, catching a bad vibe from John*

John Lartikus: "But if only things were that simple. No, my opponent tonight deigns to stop me, the voice of the people and the speaker of the masses, from ascension. He thinks to impede MY progress. But, just like you weak-minded people out here in the audience tonight, he has no idea what he's in for.*

*John smirks a vicious grin as the camera pans around him. The fans certainly don't like what he has to say now*

John Lartikus: "That's right. Boo me. Show me your hatred. I honestly don't care. I do what I want. If I want to run down helpless old ladies, I'll do it. If I want I will hit a fan no matter where I go, I leave a path of destruction in my wake. So go on. Try to stop me. I'll enjoy your futility!"

*John extends his arm and opens his hand, dropping the mic to the mat with a loud thud as he exits the ring and heads back to the stage*

Commentator 1: "Well ,he certainly got his point across. He's going to win here tonight, or go down trying."