"Fortune Faded" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers blares throughout the arena as a huge portion of the crowd rises to their feet in cheers. Travis Nightsky dances out from behind the curtain. He stops at the top of the ramp to let the fans cheer. He struts down to the ring and grabs a mic before rolling in.

"Hey hey!! As you all know, I was never officially drafted to any show..." He pauses for dramatic effect, "So the way I see it, that means I can do whatever the hell I want. Which is just AWESOME for me." He chuckles. "Now I'm not out here to say anything in particular... But I plan on making some kind of statement sometime to someone on some show soon. So keep an eye out for me! I'm like a ninja sometimes. You won't even see it coming."

He dropped the mic and left the ring and started to make his way to the back.