 Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:02 pm
As the silence in the arena slowly but surely started to end with Megadeth's 'Prince of Darkness', the lights began to dim, leaving only a small spotlight on the stage.
"My victims are rich or poor, young or old, strong or weak.
I cause millions of accidents, I am cancer in your bones.
I fathered the lie, twist what you say, speak not the truth.
I am insidious, impartial, deep inside your chromosomes.
I take what you love, and leave you in tears.
I imprison your soul, your hopes are my games.
I strip you of pride, my promise is in vain.
While you burn at the stake I dance with the flames!"
 
As Dave Mustaine's voice began to play, a small group of people walked out onto the stage, lead by a thin man in a black suit. Immediately behind him walked The Convict, Samuel Wallace, dressed in his ragged prison outfit and his hands shackled together. On either side of Wallace marched a guard, dressed in full riot gear in case Samuel tried anything. They made their way down the ramp, ignoring the few shouts of hate and the general sound of confusion from the fans. The announcer made no attempt at doing his job, just as confused as the fans at the identity of the man in front. As the group reached the ring, the Suit-Man turned to the stairs and walked up. He stopped at the ropes, and looked back at one of the guards, who just stared at him. After a few seconds, the man waved his hand at the ring, and the guard immediately slid into the ring, opening the ropes for the man. The remaining guard lead Samuel up the stairs and into the ring, taking care not to get Samuel's chains caught in the ropes. The first guard grabbed a mic from ringside and handed it to the man. They all took their places in the ring, both guard flanking Samuel as the man lifted the mic to speak.
"I'd bet most of you are wondering who exactly I am. That is a very good question, especially coming out of slack-jawed simpletons like all of you......."
The crowd immediately started to show their disapproval for this new man, not exactly taking a liking to the man who had just insulted the lot of them.
"Yeah, yeah. Get it all out of your systems. You'll be changing your tune when you see what Samuel has in store for ((Insert Opponent's Name At A Later Date)). You see you may not know this, and it's not like you wouldn't learn this by looking at him, but Convict Wallace here is a very dangerous man. He's been convicted for a laundry list of violence and his record is as long as my arm. Right now, he's supposed to be locked up. Then again........"
The man looked back at Wallace, sneaking a quick smirk at the giant of a man.
"....Money can get anything done in this country. It took a vast amount of my family money, but I was able to buy Samuel here out of his incarceration. I wont confuse your tiny minds with the details, but suffice to say Samuel is working for me now. He knows where his place is, and he wont leave it any time soon.
Deciding he needed to show what he meant, the man walked to one of the guards, who handed over a simple nightstick. The man walked to Samuel, and looked up at the mop of hair that engulfed his head, before winding back and smacking Wallace across the head with the Nightstick. Wallace made no movements, making it look like the hit hadn't even fazed him.
"You all see that? Nothing. This Convict here is stone solid, and wont even make an attempt to go after me. But he will go after his opponent, and he will break them. Mark my words. Samuel is a great force to be reckoned with, and with my leadership, we will take GEW by storm. And no one will be able to stop us."
Beginning to take his leave, he stopped at the ropes, before lifting the mic once more.
"Oh. One more thing. In case you wondering, people call me Callahan. Remember the name, if it isn't to hard for you. Let's go boys."
With that, Callahan and his group left the ring and exited the arena to a chorus of boo's and jeers.
((Something just seems wrong about this one, but I'm horrible at playing the bad guy.))
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