"Far Cry" began to play around the arena.
Strobe lights began to search around for the beggining of the song. Smoke began to pound up at the top of the ramp. A figure was being risen from below in the mist of the smoke. When the smoke cleared it showed Justin. He threw up JW as fireworks shot straight up.
Pariah dogs and wandering madmen
Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues
The ebb and flow of tidal fortune
Electrical changes are charging up the young
"Coming to the ring from Charlotte, NC, Justin Whitmore!"
He began to walk down the ramp towards the ring, his jacket flowing behind him. He slid in the ring and threw the jacket off. He got on the turnbuckle and threw up JW as fans cheered. He crossed the ring and did the same on the other turnbuckle. He stood in the ring and waited for the opponet.
It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit
It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing
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