The lights had turned into almost eternal darkness after the two superstars of tonights main event left the ring and the fans, who were getting ready to exit, wandered their eyes around the arena wondering WTF was going on. The lights lit back up as a band was seen on the floor next to the left edge of the stage if you were facing the titantron. They played to the melody of "The Ecstasy of Gold (0:00 - 1:49)" by Ennio Morricone. As the PA system started playing the lyrics of the song, the lights went back to their pitch black self. The titantron had shown Edge on the mat covered with blood as fallen ladders had been seen behind him (in slow-motion of course). The next clip had been a mat view of Desciple falling off the Hell in a Cell in slow-motion again. It faded out into black and moved onto a half-conscious Kelly King 2.0, walking up the ramp in Summerslam in tears with help from a couple of referees, for it might be the last time he ever got to wrestle again. The musc continued, as it had shown many of superstars lying on the mat either knocked out or bloodied from the forehead down. All superstars seemed to be on the roster, and if you paid extra close attention, the only current superstar not on that roll of film was Johnny Rotten. After the music came to an abrupt halt, a narrarator was heard in the background.

"This is not a dream. What you are living in is a nightmare, for the second coming has arrived."

Oh boy, did they realize what was going on once the almost infamous guitar riffs cued! The silent fans soon got the courage to jeer loudly and the fans who were already loud spoke their extended English when they looked up at the titantron. Red beams of light had shivered and shaken around the arena on sync with the guitar riffs.

Red Eyes and Tears, no more for you my love I fear.
Red Eyes and Tears, no more for you my love I fear.
No more fear, no more fear, I'm in love.

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AJ didn't have butterflies. He wasn't anxious or nervous to come back to see these god awful people. But how else are you gonna knock heads with a jobber if you don't get your name out there? Warner pushed the doors out of his face with no expression except that smirk. That dirty ******** smirk. The smirk he seemed to always have, whether it be evil or not. He gave a nod to the musicians to his right and walked down to the ramp in his own chorus of boos. He walked down that narrow ramp, getting slapped or punched in the arm, the reasons are various. The Bad Chyld hopped on the apron and climbed into the ring quickly afterward. He stood in the middle of the ring and slowly turned a half-circle just with his smirk. Bags of popcorn and cups of beer were being thrown at him, but this is what he lived for. AJ grabbed a mic after his music stopped from a completely shocked Justin Roberts. Even the announcers were lost for words. The boos did not die down, nor would they until AJ began his speech.

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"Did you miss me?"

A couple fans cheered, but if you were a row or two away from Section 12, Row C, Seat 116 and 117, you couldn't tell as the sound of them were drowned out by enormus boos. "That's what I thought, well you know what kids, do you think I missed you too? Did you think I came back so I can have you throw your junk food at me?" The fans hissed loudly and even started a "GO BACK HOME!" chant until they quieted down alltogether. "Well, to be honest I did. I love it when you boo me, I bathe in your sorrow, so please, lets take a second to let that all out!" The crowd booed as loud as they could and a red cup of beer hit AJ in the stomach and even a roll of toilet paper was thrown across the ring.

Mick Foley: *whisper* "Do you think he missed them Matt?"
Matt Stryker: "SSH!"

"Well this isn't a visit kids! What do you think I was doing? Missing shits and gigs to watch TV and get fat, to imitate the same people who buy tickets to see me? I was working my a** off at the gym, out of the house, and most importantly, making this brand the most boring piece of garbage you have ever seen!" The fans brought back their "GO BACK HOME!" chant, but Warner wasn't even close to being done with his little ten minutes of airtime. "I'm back in the full circle of things, so just to get this out of the way before I win every single title in this rat-infested company, I'm here to break some heads, to make these superstars show their worth! Because if you're watching this, you are looking at one of the only full-blooded athletes on TV. You are looking at none other than AJ Warner, second fiddle to none, better than all." The crowd booed loudly, starting a familiar "YOU TAPPED OUT!" chant, which was about the couple of times AJ hit the mat when against 2.0. "And this is a message to every superstar, to every fan who doubted me, to every critic who called me a joke!" Warner looked intentively to the camera and now spoke through gritted teeth. "Prove. Me. Wrong. Because I am indestructable ladies and... ladies! I am the god-given talent that you see today. And this is NOT A JOKE! THIS RIGHT HERE, THIS IS THE SECOND COMING OF A GOD. AMONG. MEN." AJ dropped the mic and threw his arms out in that same ol' Jesus taunt. "The Ecstasy of Gold (0:00 - 1:49)" by Ennio Morricone played as the camera faded out and the FFA:TF logo rolled over the screen, leaving the fans at home in bewilderment.