The arena went dark as
Creeping Death - Metallica began to play over the PA system. Pantera walked out he heard the boos the crowd already. As he stood there on the ramp, he flexed his muscles and then he swung a few punches and elbows as the pyro shoot in sync with his movements. Finally he walked thru the ramp making his way down the ring. He didn't cared about the fans anymore, it wasn't worth breaking his body for them anymore.
Slaves, Hebrews born to serve
To the Pharaoh
Heed to his every word
Live in fear
Faith, of the unknown one
The deliverer
Wait, something must be done
For hundred years
He climbed the apron and got in by making a small jump over the ropes. Under his mask he smiling he really liked this song as a theme.
"And his Opponent from San Antonio Texas weighing at 250 lbs Pantera!!!."
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born Pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Pantera walked towards corner and layed against it, waiting for the bell to ring.