Lights turn dark and Dimmu Borgir's Hybrid Stigmata starts playing. He's wearing his full-length, dark coat, his hair hide most of his face. He already has a microphone in his hand. Pretty unusual, normally he lets the masked man announce him, but he isn't in sight. He's just followed by his 4 druids, carrying spears with blades, looking like an inverted cross. They walk down to the ring, slowly. The crowd is not happy to see him again, not after he showed up last show and destroyed his opponent. People can only wonder, what's on his mind right now, his hair hides all emotions, like a mask.
They reach the ring, every druid takes place in one corner and just Myrskey enters the ring. He walks around in it for a while, and as the music fades and the lights brighten, he takes place in the center. He rises the microphone and starts speaking. His voice is rough and deep.
Myrskey: Pleasure to meet all those idiots right here again.
He stops again, a smile catches his face while loud chants against him start from the crowd. But he remains calm, using his left hand for a sign, letting the people know to calm. And they do, even if it's just a little.
Myrskey: Did you miss me? I know you did. I watched every show, while I wasn't here and I heard all of you screaming for me. But, well, who wouldn't? We're all searching for perfection and... I just have it! So I don't have to waste my time searching for it!
His voice gets louder, more aggressive.
Myrskey: Who's idea is it, to put me up in a Tag match with Jimmy Animal? Show, I have to ask you... WHY? Do you want them to look fine in a match, next to the legend, I already am?
He starts walking through the ring while he talks.
Myrskey: If that's your target, well, take it on, Show! Go ahead and fight them One on One and even the smallest loser will look like a huge hero next to your embarrassing in-ring performance. Why don't you make it Fatal 4 Way? Would be working for everyone, because... Jimmy... get the hell out of my face! You'll not slander my win against those two! And when I've won... you are definitely the next one, I'm going for, if you dare taking my glory for your stupid prance you call wrestling. Grow a man, seriously, do! I proved, what I'm going for, again! I'll remain undefeated in here, waiting for an opponent who has the honor to fight me, who even has a chance, even a little! But, I think this day will never come. No one has a chance against me. Keep this in mind, ICW.
He lowers his microphone, smiling. The crowd goes mad and starts booing loud.
Myrskey: Prove me... wrong...
He drops the microphone, while his Theme starts playing again. Between his druids and surrounded by the boo-chants of the crowd he leaves the Arena, but still laughing.
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