Music starting to play and on a stage appears a person dressed in a white sport costume. Public in perplexity expects that the stranger will tell. The man grabs the mic and starts talking.
Stranger: Hello folks, I can see you are all enjoying the show tonight. So I’ll not take much time from you, to bothering you with endless speech. Let’s go straight to the point.
Crowd cheers.
Stranger: My name is Fallen Dane. Our GM has signed me a contract, which means I’m the new superstar of this show. Some of you, already know who I’m, and how I do things.
Crowd splits in half. One side starts to boo, another don’t know how to react.
Fallen Dane: I see you still remember that accident with me and my partner? *starting to smile*YES!! I enjoyed stealing his title, yes; I crushed his dreams, but who cares? I became first blood champion, which means, I like… ohhh sorry, I ENJOY hurting, destroying people. The more they scream, the more I take pleasure from it. What can be more exciting than see your opponent taking injury or being plundered?! The goal is to win, not to how. HAHAHAHAHA!
Crowd starts to boo.
Fallen Dane: Shut up! How can you boo me if you don’t even know me? Maybe I need to start hurting people to show you how weak you baby faces are? How can they scream when there are getting beat by a real man?
Crowd starts to chant: We hate you, we hate you.
Fallen Dane: Who cares? Who cares? Whoooooo caaaaares? Anyway, I made a statement, so let’s the actions speak.
Fallen Dane drops the microphone and walks away with evil smile on his face.