In the faraway fires
Where the hills forever burn
At the feet of our heroes
We try hard to learn
The lights dim down at the start of the music as an engine can be heard revving. At that point, a chrome blue 1972 Chevelle pulls into the arena, using the three wheel motion. The muscle car revs once more the door opens to reveal the new Totaltarianism Champion, who went through a grueling First Blood with King Kartwright, and came out still undefeated against the Talented Monarch. Snypa steps out of the car and climbs onto the hood, holding up the Totaltarianism Champion high for all to see. It's time to bring some legitimacy back into this belt, no paper hats.
"Introducing first: from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 257 pounds- he is the new Totaltarianism Champion, the Snypa Rifle!"
Snypa jumps down from the hood, slinging the belt over his shoulder. He's been so excited about defeating the King for the fifteenth time that he had no time to change into his ring gear for this match. He walks down the aisle, slapping hands with fans before throwing his belt into the ring and rolling under the bottom rope after it. He stands, pacing the ring a few times before raising his prize up and triggering pyro from all four corners and the stage, turning the lights back to normal. At this point, the new champion asks for a microphone and gets it.
"With the crap that happened Sunday night at Raging Storm, there's no telling when we'll see a definite Lethal Wrestling League Champion. Apparently, management saw fit to screw two people I respect. That Mitch guy will get his one way or another, but let's move on to what's happening now: this Totalitarianism Championship that I hold gets some life blown into it. Since I gotta come out here every week and face any and everyone who comes my way, I think I wanna raise the stakes a bit, since we're talking about getting Lethal. Every week I hold this is a week where I'll come out and decide how I wanna do this. For example... since I just went through a first blood match and survived and I'm dressed like this... nah, a Street Fight would be kinda pointless. I got it... for my first championship defense, I'll face whoever's coming down the aisle in an old school Dumpster Match."
At that point, stagehands begin rolling out dumpsters, specifically one to ringside.
Salem Croft
