The arena went black as Boxer’s Titantron started to play. The crowd boo'd loudly for the anarchistic demon. Wicked Wonderland by Rev Theory started to blast.
let’s start the show (yeah, yeah)
You’re gonna lose control (yeah, yeah)
Don’t wanna give it up (yeah, yeah)
Come out and play now
Come out and plays
In my wicked wonderland Boxer walked out from backstage. He could barely be seen in the red hued light.
He raised his hands and the lights in the arena slowly turned back on before he threw his arms down and sent the arena into blackness again. This time the light flickered with the guitar riffs.
Start a riot without a hesitation
It’s all a manic of per man implication
Last call if you wanna be a rock star
Yeah, I wanna be your match maker
Yeah, you know it’s only human nature Children were holding their parents arms in fear; a few were crying. Boxer walked up the steps and stared at the cell for a few moments.
So let’s start the show (yeah, yeah)
You’re gonna lose control (yeah, yeah)
Don’t wanna give it up (yeah, yeah)
Come out and play now
Come out and play
In my wicked wonderland Commentator A: "And here comes Boxer Anarchy, the self proclaimed demon has had an interesting week. Bailing on his team for unknown reasons but somehow earning himself a shot at the gold again earlier in the night."
Commentator B: "He didn't earn anything, he bitched on twitter and then he came and bitched in the ring till he got the shot."
Commentator A: "You can't argue with results though, the man is here and he is all business. Since he lost Money in the Bank he has become on a whole nother level."
Commentator B: "We haven't even talked about the possibility of Mr. MITB cashing in after the new champion is crowned."
Commentator A: "Good point, I hope Boxer is ready for that, cause I don't think he can smooth talk his way out of a cash in."
"And their opponent, from Hell Michigan; weighing in at 235 pounds, BOXER ANARCHY."
Boxer threw his hood back forcefully and looked up slowly with a smile which could only be seen when the strobe lights turned on. Children were scared and the crowd boo'd him loudly, he shot a few people in the front row glares. He set his jacket on the turnbuckle and the ref set it outside the ring.
The cell door was closed and locked behind the competitors. The bell rang and Boxer waited in his corner sitting on the turnbuckle, still debating who to go after.
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