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The crowd was broken out of its pre match murmuring as the lights turned their hypnotic purple and the strains of "Glitter and Trauma" sounded out, the reaction being that the fans started to hop in place, creating the image of a perpetually rising and falling sea of people who were humming along with the opening riff, an image Donny never got tired of experiencing.

Speaking of the Scotsman, he burst through the curtain as the song hit it's early crescendo, nodding his head to the tune of the song, and the hypnotic rising and falling of the audience. He looked a damn sight better than he had the previous week, the bandages around his ribs having been dispersed with and only the smallest remnant of scar tissue on his nose, his grin seemed to grow wider every week.

On down the ramp Donny went, reaching out as always to slap the hands of the fans that reached out to him. Ruffling the hair of a kid being held up by his father before ascending the steps to the ring apron, he paused and turned to look out over the masses with one leg through the ropes, pumping his fist into the air a couple of times before stepping through and towards the furthest turnbuckle which he quickly ascended, once again pumping his fist in time to the music before hoping down and finishing some last minute stretches whilst awaiting his opponents.

(Donny wins.)