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the lights dimmed, almost engulfing the arena in total darkness. Then an eerie voice hit the PA.



The lights flashed and flickered to the beat of the music as smoke engulfed the stage, and ramp. After a few moments Riker appeared from the back. Walking out with his crooked posture, and tilted head. The crowd went crazy, as The Dark Spot had scanned the crowd from a top the stage. He then continued down the ramp, and towards the ring, with a slight limp to his walk. Approaching the ring, Riker crawls under the bottom rope, grabbing them to help him slither to his feet. Riker makes his way across the ring as his music fades, and the lights return to their natural state. He then grabs a mic that a stagehand had waiting. Leaning back in through the ropes, he got to the middle of the ring with his crooked posture and scanned the crowd once more. The crowd was going wild, not often they get to hear Riker address the crowd, however they knew they wouldn't get anything out of him if they didn't settle down.

After the crowd had quieted down, Riker slowly raised the mic to his mouth, and began to pace the ring. He held his gloved hand up near his face, as he stared at his palm.

"I... Have a stained past.. I have done things... Things that have alienated me from my relatives.. Things that have labeled me a social pariah in the views of authority figures, and community leaders... I have done things in past that at times when my head is clear, I regret the very thought of.. Bu- but..."

Riker paused it seemed he was having trouble with the next few words.

"Something is wrong with me... I do things I don't want to do. I do them because they bring me joy and pleasure. Yet at the same time I know they are frowned upon by society. I've hurt people.. I've caused many years of heartache.. I've physically and mentally scarred people for life. I've done things that I will not talk about, to anyone. Things I don't even want to remember. However..."

Johnathan paused as it seemed the troubling dialogue was over.

"There are few things in this world that have brought me true satisfaction. One of them being my actions towards the monster you all have come to know as Disciple.."

Johnathan paused again, his head slowly turning to the side, as if a gear was slipping out of place. He then returned his gave back towards the crowd.

"As some of you know, I grew up in an orphanage.. Now what all of you don't know is that the monster known as Disciple, grew up in the very same orphanage as me.. But he wasn't called Disciple back then. You see back then I knew Disciple as, Samuel. Then he was just a foot taller then me, weighed about 50 pounds more, and loved to pick on the little guys."

Johnathan now had a smirk on his face as he reminisced past with the estranged Disciple.

"You see for years Samuel would pick on me, mostly me, because I was the smallest, and Samuel loved every minute of making my life a leaving Hell, beating me, teasing me, and even making fun of my deceased parents. Over the years I grew angry, and my hatred for him increased with each passing day. For nearly 4 years he tormented me. That was until... Until I maimed him. You see one day Samuel had corned me-"

Suddenly the lights cut off, and the crowd rose to they're feet anticipating the arrival of Disciple. However that's not what they we're gonna get. The lights returned, and Riker was seen standing at the ropes closest to the ramp. He had dropped the mic, and was waiting for Disciple to show his face, but as he looked up to the stage he saw on the titantron an object laying in the middle of the ring. Riker slowly turned he couldn't believe what he saw. Through he could see it clearly, it was hard to tell what the object was, it was a cylindrical object with a point. It looked taped up with duct tape, almost like a prison shank. Riker walked over to the object and slowly picked it up, and examined it for a moment. He scanned the crowd thinking Disciple was out there. Dropping the mic, Johnathan left the ring without another word. He just held the object in his hand as he gazed at it what seemed to be fear, and curiosity.