The arena lights dimmed slowly, the entire arena going black, the audience starting to cheer as they recalled a similar event from the previous PPV. There was a long pause as the suspense built in the audience, and then... The Music hits, the lights still dark for a short moment, and then.

"1-2-3-4!"


The lights burst on, illuminating the arena, with green spotlights flashing around, weaving over the audience, and sweeping across the ring, Jaykob O'Hara charging through the curtain, and onto the stage. Tonight he was dressed to compete, wearing his long green tights adorned with black large black crosses over the outer thighs on each leg, knee high boots and pads. "Yeeeaaaahhhh!" The rowdy young competitor cheered into the mic gripped in his hand, making a dash for the ring, stopping halfway down the ramp, and slamming down on the security barricade, roaring up with a fan, before reaching over and putting him a mock headlock, then releasing him with a smile and continuing toward the ring.

The young wrestler made a dive under the bottom rope, and slid under onto his back, bouncing to his feet with a skilled hip-up, before letting out another cheerful roar into the mic, riling up the crowd, as his pyrotechnics went off, fireworks bursting along all four aprons simultaneously, and then launching one from each ring post with a resounding bang. Jaykob started to cue off his music, with a cutting motion across his neck, the song slowly dying down as he addressed the audience.

"Well hello there friends we meet again!" He said in a friendly manner, offering a pleasant smile to the crowd. "So here we are hot off The Grudge, titles changed hands, and we all enjoyed ourselves a bit, didn't we!?" He paused for a moment, allowing a cheer to rise up from the crowd, and then continued with his rant. "Well not all of us, you see I'm not gonna say I'm not a bit disappointed. The other night at Grude I issued a challenge, hoping for me first match here, and nobody accepted. I will say it again, as clear as I can, I will fight anyone, I will take any match, I just want to show the world what I can do, and unfortunately I require an opponent for that, so the forgone conclusions? Somebody get themselves out here so I can prove me'self, and show everyone that I'm as worthy a competitor as anyone else in this promotion!" Jaykob's voice grew harsh near the end, as his anxiousness increased. With a wide swing he whipped the microphone out of the ring, and lowered his shoulders, eyes intently locked on the curtain, waiting for somebody, anybody to come out and face him.