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The rev of an engine blares through the arena as black and red fire blow from the entrance ramp. Omerta by lamb of god fills the arena with hard hitting heavy metal a prelude to the carnage about to unfold.

The front of the riders motorcycle hits the top of the entrance ramp. His music thudding louder as the crowd goes crazy. With a smirk he rides towards the ring before making a lap around.he fist bumps Cole before handing him the keys to keep safe.

Mason walks around the ring eyeing the barbed wire before rolling underneath and jumping to his feet. He made his way to the turnbuckle climbing it before flexing for the crowd.

Samantha Irving:From Detroit Michigan weighing in at 280lbs and standing 6'8 representing BradLand Strong Style he is the MotorCity Madman The Reaper of Wrestling. HE IS MASON THE RIDER BLACK!!!

The starting of a reving motor caught the ears of the crowd before it tapered off into a wailing guitar solo. On the screen, the familiar silhouette of a man appeared and the crowd began to roar.

The screen briefly went dark before two words in red glowed on the screen.

ERYN REICH

Introducing their opponent...From Weimar Germany, weighing in at 298 lbs...Eryn Reich!"

As the music thundered through the arena, from the back of the arena, the roar of the crowd reached a deafening pitch as the man himself appeared.Dressed in black tights that ended at knee high jackboots and an unadorned hooded vest, his hands taped up in black athletic tape. He wore a half mask that covered his mouth. He slowly made his way through the crowd to his music, only stopping to hope over the barricades and into the ring.. The look on his face as the camera panned on him just showed the foul mood he was.

JR: "Look at the look on his face. You can obviously tell he is not in the most pleasant mood. The history between these three men reeks of violence."

He stood on the turnbuckle and peeled back his hood and mask to reveal a buzz cut haircut and a fuller goatee. He did away with his vest as he spared his opponents an icy glare. He stepped down off the turnbuckle and stood in the center of the ring as his eyes took in the razor wire surrounding the ring before his eyes went back to his opponents.

He watched as Mason rolled out of the ring and he soon followed suit except he rolled out of the far side and went under the ring apron and began looking for something.

He soon appeared with 2 set of chains that he wrapped around his fists as he slid back into the ring.

Mason dug quickly through his bags stopping only when he found his weapon. With a smile he pulls the crowbar out the light glinting off it's steel body. With a twirl of it Mason soon begins to move towards apron himself quickly crouching to search underneath for more weapons

Mason was shuffling around for more damage dealers. The silence under the ring was peaceful he enjoyed it all but momentarily as he heard the stomping of feet heading in his direction. Thinking fast he quickly stepped back with a trash can using it as a shield to absorb some of the damage coming his way!

The trash can lid caught him square in the head with a sickening crack and he dropped like a stone into a heap on the outside, his bell was evidently rung from the impact.

Bison saw an opening, charging around the corner? Hunting after Mason with the chair as he didn't want to allow his prey to escape. He swung the chair laterally for Masons head