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As the music continues, the man removes the mask, the crowd recognizing him as the Snypa Rifle, even without the face paint. These fans have seen him across the world and now, he makes his return to professional wrestling in the WWFG.

Snypa continues to walk down to the ring. It's a surprise that he's not arriving in style. Finally, he manages to make it down to the ring, before pulling a mic out of his back pocket.

"How's everybody tonight?" Snypa asks, as the crowd roars. He spots some fans in the front row bowing down. It makes him smile.

"I'm not going to make my stay in this ring too long. At least, I'll try not to. I came here because the rumor has it, this place features the best in the world. I'm not gonna claim that I deserve to the be the next Undisputed Champion, because I just got here. Of course, with the best comes the worst. I was watching the most recent Pay-Per-View, Wrestlemania, and I have to say that without a doubt: it was the worst Pay-Per-View I have seen."

And the fans begin to slowly turn on him, but wait so he can clarify.

"Hang on. While it was bad, I can say you all deserve better things to happen. Like for example, someone putting away this guy that rips off your Demon of Death Valley--no disrespect, I love the shows that guy puts on--but this guy swears up and down he doesn't rip him off. He's tried to compete in Hell in a Cell, but that failed. He's tried to use the Deadman's theatrics, play his mind games, wield his moves. And when that all failed, what was he left with, people? Not a damn thing. Then he shows up again, as if shortening his name is going to make him a better wrestler. And if that's not bad enough, this time he wants to team up with another great. Tell me, people--do you see whatever it is John Morrison sees...in Kalos, of all people?"

Snypa takes off his sleeveless robe and drapes it over the ropes.

"Jo-Mo, I feel bad for you, dude. Because if you ever do make it to the tag team division, you'll have two hundred twenty-five pounds of dead weight to carry. Mindfreak? Kal, you're more like a mind[bleep]. You mind[bleep] us with every return you make, making us think you've become a better wrestler. And each time, my Fireteam around the world are forced to mumble that the cake is a lie. Kal, you and I both know that the only reason you're still in this company is out of pity that management takes upon you. The truth is, you're not even worth watching. When's the last time you held a belt, man? Better yet, Kal, tell me this: when's the last time you had a championship you earned? You're a charity case, Kalos, nothing more. And when it's all said and done, you will be targeted. And you...will...be..."

"TERMINATED!"