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The lights went out in the area, the crowd began to grow quiet. The flashes of cameras are the only thing that provided some kind of light.

The titantron lit up, as the words, "Now Returning" in white appeared. An unfamiliar theme began to play. Blue and white lights flicked around the area in sync with the music.

Just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris!
You're eatin' crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris!
You know I get fly. You think I get high? You know that I'mma winner and I'mma tell y'all why!

"Making his return to the WWFG, weighing in at 220 pounds, standing at 6 feet, 2 inches. Tyler Thunder!" the announcer said.

Stepping onto the stage, was Tyler Thunder, formally under the name Mystic. Lifting the eyepatch that was under his jacket's hood, he looked around at the crowd. Flipping it back down, he walked down the ramp with his arms extended.

So tell me: who are you dissing? Maybe I'm missing, the reason that you're smilin' or wildin' so listen
In my head I just wanna take 'em down.
Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down.

Let it flow like a mudslide, for when I get on I like to ride and glide.
I've got depth of perception in my text y'all, I get props at my mention 'cause I vex y'all.

As he reached the end of the ramp, he timed 'I'm a man with a plan!' and flung his arms out. Bringing them back to the extended position, Tyler began to walk up the steel steps.

Climbing the turnbuckle from the outside, he rose his hand in to the air, before hopping down in the ring. He ran to the opposite turnbuckle, ran up it and stood on top, pandering to the fans. With the push of the foot, he twisted and landed back in to the ring, waiting on his opponent.

||IftherearetyposohwellIt's5amgoaway.
It's 5:09 good sir - Jay ||

|| That's good enough, dude. Better than some of the ones I've seen recently... ||

Pulling off his jacket and eyepatch, he tossed them to the floor. He pulled down his bandanna to try and secure it where it wouldn't fall off during the match.

Tyler began to stretch his arms, as he finished, the bell rang. Walking towards the middle of the ring, he extended a fist for a fist bump.

"I'll go easy on you." he said, a slight swagger to his words. Of course, he wasn't going to. After his loss as The Mask, he needed to win, just to feel better about himself.

Tyler backed up slightly before ducking in. He went to lock up with him. If he was successful, he planned to try and put Trent in a hammerlock.

It seemed to Tyler that Trent didn't expect the hammerlock transition. He let go of Trent's arm and began to spin just as soon. The flash of the three stars on his elbow pad could be seen as he aimed to hit Trent with a rolling elbow to the back of his head.

|| Blast! I've been had! -flees.- ||

Slapping his elbow, he began to shake his arm out. Walking over to the ropes, Tyler would wait for poor Trent to begin getting up. He would quickly bounce off the ropes and attempt to hit Trent with a dropkick to the face.

|| Noooo! You're suppose to let me hit you! ||

Shaking his head, he ended up leaning on the ropes. He then got a bright idea. Lifting off the ropes, he fell back and bounced off, running towards the opposite end. Jumping ever so lightly on to the top rope, he went and attempted a springboard clothesline to Trent, hoping he hadn't shaken the daze off, because if he did, this might suck!

After colliding with Trent, both man took a bit of damage on the impact, Trent more so, but still. As Tyler rolled to his stomach, he stood, crawling in to the ring, and allowed Trent to do so.