The arena returns from a commercial break near the middle of the show. Then “Re-Education” blares onto the P.A. as the arena goes silent. Then green smoke shoots forwards from the bottom of the titantron, and from the bottom of the floor. Then a man, with multiple tattoos on his body, sprints out, with his arms extended outwards.

Ring Announcer: "And making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing-in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds, the one, the only, LEVI...MAXIMOV!"
Levi stands in awe of the fans in attendance, as they begin with their cheering. Then he begins his way down the ramp. He heads to the right of the cameras, slapping a few of the fans hands. Then he makes his way back to the center of the ramp, taking about seven steps back and lowering his arms. Then, during the pause in his theme music, he shoots his arms up high, with each arm spread-out about three feet from the other as the music begins to play again in a sudden shock. Then he closes the gap between him and the ring, grabbing onto the ropes and climbing onto the apron. Then he raises his left arm over his eyes, taking a long watch out to the fans, while his right arm is holding onto the top rope. Then he climbs through the middle of the ropes into the ring and climbs up the nearest turnbuckle, holding both of his arms up high, once again with each arm spread-out about three feet from the other. Then he climbs down and walks backwards until he reaches the opposite turnbuckle. Then he leans back, running his hands back through his shortly-cut, brown hair, awaiting the arrival of a microphone , which is generously handed to him by the ring announcer. Then he lifts the microphone to his lips.
Levi- "Well...well...well. Is this one hell of an ovation or what?!?"
Levi begins to get the fans excited, as the begin to go one with their cheers... before gradually lowering their volume a few moments later.
Levi- "So, this is WWFG? Not bad... not bad at all. I have a feeling I'm going to get used to this place. I've been asked to come here... by a pretty high-ranking official here in WWFG... who's identity is currently being withheld for the moment. I am not going to be making my debut until things are sorted-out with my contract... legal terms...blah... blah... blah! You know...I just... happened... to be flipping through the calendar backstage when I stumbled upon something VERY... VERY... interesting that is scheduled for just a couple of weeks. It is none other than... the ROYAL RUMBLE... OF 2010! To kick the year off with a bang... I'm going to surely attend the Rumble... although it is currently uncertain if I will compete in it or not. There is one superstar who I would like to get into the mind of. He is very intriguing to me as an individual. He seems very complex... and strangely... unique... with his own... bizarre.... little twist. As of right now... I am calling-out... none other than... CHRISTOPHER CROSS!"
The crowd begins to pop in excitement, hoping that Christopher Cross would live-up to this call-out, not knowing if it is a bad thing... or a good thing.

Ring Announcer: "And making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing-in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds, the one, the only, LEVI...MAXIMOV!"
Levi stands in awe of the fans in attendance, as they begin with their cheering. Then he begins his way down the ramp. He heads to the right of the cameras, slapping a few of the fans hands. Then he makes his way back to the center of the ramp, taking about seven steps back and lowering his arms. Then, during the pause in his theme music, he shoots his arms up high, with each arm spread-out about three feet from the other as the music begins to play again in a sudden shock. Then he closes the gap between him and the ring, grabbing onto the ropes and climbing onto the apron. Then he raises his left arm over his eyes, taking a long watch out to the fans, while his right arm is holding onto the top rope. Then he climbs through the middle of the ropes into the ring and climbs up the nearest turnbuckle, holding both of his arms up high, once again with each arm spread-out about three feet from the other. Then he climbs down and walks backwards until he reaches the opposite turnbuckle. Then he leans back, running his hands back through his shortly-cut, brown hair, awaiting the arrival of a microphone , which is generously handed to him by the ring announcer. Then he lifts the microphone to his lips.
Levi- "Well...well...well. Is this one hell of an ovation or what?!?"
Levi begins to get the fans excited, as the begin to go one with their cheers... before gradually lowering their volume a few moments later.
Levi- "So, this is WWFG? Not bad... not bad at all. I have a feeling I'm going to get used to this place. I've been asked to come here... by a pretty high-ranking official here in WWFG... who's identity is currently being withheld for the moment. I am not going to be making my debut until things are sorted-out with my contract... legal terms...blah... blah... blah! You know...I just... happened... to be flipping through the calendar backstage when I stumbled upon something VERY... VERY... interesting that is scheduled for just a couple of weeks. It is none other than... the ROYAL RUMBLE... OF 2010! To kick the year off with a bang... I'm going to surely attend the Rumble... although it is currently uncertain if I will compete in it or not. There is one superstar who I would like to get into the mind of. He is very intriguing to me as an individual. He seems very complex... and strangely... unique... with his own... bizarre.... little twist. As of right now... I am calling-out... none other than... CHRISTOPHER CROSS!"
The crowd begins to pop in excitement, hoping that Christopher Cross would live-up to this call-out, not knowing if it is a bad thing... or a good thing.