All of the lights in the arena shift down onto the stage, and there is one large spotlight shining boldly down into the center of the ring as
“Dead Silence” blares onto the P.A. Then smoke-clouds form all over the stage, to the height of about three feet high, when a man comes walking out to the beat of the music, yet marching at his own pace, which is what makes him so unique.
Announcer- “And making his way to the ring…from Chicago, Illinois…weighing-in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds…the self-proclaimed
‘Unimaginable Icon,’….Xavieeerrrrrrr…..WALKERRRR!!!”
Xavier makes his way down the ramp with a large smirk on his face and his arms stretched-out to the sides, showing-off his body set to all of the fans…especially the females, who he seems to be obsessed with. Then he pauses at the foot of the ramp, looks at the fans to each side of him, and begins to shout
‘What time is it!?! What time is it!?!’ And with that, he slaps the ramp in front of him with both of his hands before pointing two fingers high into the air with a confident expression pasted onto his face as pyrotechnics in the act of large fireworks are set off at the stage in black, gold, and white. Then Xavier runs forwards and slides into the ring. He stands up and walks around in a circle, thinking of a mindset while going into combat with his opponent, but shortly after, his face tells a different story. His face seems to be calm after all of his thinking, and he looks forwards to the match getting underway.
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