There is a break in between matches, and the fans are running to the stands to refill their sodas and buy more popcorn for the kids. All of a sudden, all the lights turn off in sync, and the arena is plunged into total darkness.
Voices are heard singing, seemingly out of nowhere. A lighted figure is seen at the stage arena, and it's not a spotlight illuminating the figure holding what appears to be a large crucifix-sword. It almost seems as if the light is emanating from the mysterious figure itself. The mysterious stranger makes his way to the ring slowly, methodically taking step after step. Those that are close to the entrance are able to discern some features of this man. He is wearing a long white and silver robe with the sleeve cut off showing his muscular arms with mythological creatures printed around his pant attire. He is almost a perfect build. His muscles are gleaming with perfection and swole although half of his face is hidden from a cloth. Yet there is something off about him, his posture and stance completely emotionless, almost robotic.
The visitor climbs into the ring,and places the crucifix upright-down into the middle of the ring. A microphone appears in his hand, almost out of thin air. The mysterious man looks around the arena, with each audience member feeling his gaze, almost as if he is looking directly in their eyes, judging them, evaluating their past sins, and making notes. After several seconds, he places the microphone to his mouth. The lights turn off and on for a couple of seconds. When the light is stable the mysterious visitor is no longer there except for the crucifix. A voice begins to speak.
Mysterious Voice: Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too. We need to find the light, the saviour of our ignorance! It cannot be found in noise and restlessness. The light is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls. The Light! Will. Set. You. All. Free!
The voice disappears completely, and the arena is back to being completely pitch dark. The lights finally flicker, flicker again, and come back. The audience members are left in awe at the strange man, while the announcers stutter, finally able to go back to their cue cards and announce the next scheduled match.