Soon after Thrash's music was done playing, the arena music was soon replaced with something a bit heavier. In classic fashion, the screen flickered to life, with the face of a very familiar wrestler, sweating and wearing a crown of barbed wire.
Whose blood will I spill tonight?!Out came the blasting of
"Vertebraille: Choke That Thief Called Dependence" by Norma Jean as the flashing lights welcomed back the classic music of Shadow. The man himself walking down the ramp with taped wrists and a torn muscle shirt, the fans went berserk over the match up that was arranged for them. Shadow himself was smiling for once, glad to be back in a place that was home to him. Sliding into the ring, he hopped onto the top turnbuckles and sat on them. Staring straight back at the bigger man in Thrash, he shook his head at the roar that the crowd was emitting.
Announcer:
"And from Japan, weighing in at two hundred and forty-one pounds, he is SHADOW!"
Hopping down back onto the mat, Shadow tore off his shirt and deposited it outside of the ring. Wiggling his fingers together, he waited for the music to die down and for the match to begin.
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