Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Explosions and fireworks shoot off as the announcers Mic blares over music playing in the background.
The saints are crippled
On this sinners' night
Lost are the lambs
with no guiding light
“Making his way to the ring, standing 6 foot 1, weighing in at 220 lbs from Hell Michigan, BOXER ANARCHY”
Boxer calmly walks out from the back, he is wearing his anarchy tank top with his jacket over it. He throws his jacket to the ground and tosses his t-shirt to some kid in the front row. His hands are taped up much like CM Punk uses tape with anarchy A’s on them. He has a single horn on his head and is wearing black jeans, with a leather belt and Red and black wrestling boots. Boxer walks down the ring high fiving some fans in the front row.
The walls come down like thunder
The rock's about to roll
It's the arockalypse
Now bare your soul
He hands his tank top to a fan and and high fives fans on the other side
All we need is lightning
With power and might
Striking down the prophets of FALSE
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe
Boxer runs towards the ring, doing a flip a bit before it and grabbing the top rope with his tail. His tail springs him into the air where he lands on the stage and wraps the tail around his waist.
Rock 'n Roll angels bring thyn Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock 'n Roll angels bring thyn Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God's creation supernatural high.
The music began to fade and Boxer leans against the turnbuckle.