Coming back from commercial break, fans at home and in the stands were expecting the same routine. The bell would ring a couple times, the announcer would introduce the competitors, and there would be a hard fought match with a winner and, by nature, a loser. But to their surprise, there was none of that going to happen. The lights shut off, and the arena was engulfed in pure darkness for several moments that felt like somewhat of an eternity to the fans in attendance. There was no music being blared through the PA system, there was no video shown on the new titantron. After this odd pause of action, there was music heard throughout the arena speakers, and soon the arena would be tinted blue. About a dozen cops walked through the curtain and received a mixed reaction from the audience until they were announced as the local police department. They raised their caps in the air, now receiving a bit of an improved pop from before. The pigs walked down the ramp and stood on opposite sides of the walkway, facing one another as each side had six police officers. They would soon hang their heads simultaneously, and as this happened, the music was cut off and the lights went out again for a few more moments. Fans didn't know what to make of what was going on so far; fortunately or unfortunately for them, answers were on the way.

"Red Eyes and Tears" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club


Red laser lights aided the crowd visually as they shot around the arena to the riffs of the guitar. Many fans who recognized the theme song did not boo or jeer as they usually would; they were caught off guard and shocked by the Bad Chyld's appearance. This could only translate to trouble.

Red eyes and tears, no more for you my love I fear.
Red eyes and tears, no more for you my love I fear.
No more fear, no more fear, I'm in love.

I'm losing sensation, for you my love I fear.
I'm losing sensation, for you my love I fear.
No more fear, no more fear, I'm in love.


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A spotlight had hit the top of the ramp to reveal none other than AJ Warner giving a look of pity and apathy towards the people in attendance. His eyes scanned the arena but his facial expression and physical attitude towards the crowd did not change a bit. He walked down the ramp with the spotlight following him ever so slowly, and by the way he was sizing up the officers nearby and how they had their heads still hung, they could only assume the Bad Chyld was intimidating them. Warner chuckled to himself and shook his head after stopping in front of one cop. AJ continued his stroll towards the ring.

I'm losing the reasons, to breathe I never lived.
I'm losing the reasons, to breathe I never lived.
Never lived, never lived, I'm in love.

These are my reasons the truth is never filled
These are my reasons the truth is never filled
I'm never filled, never filled, I'm in love


Warner stopped at the bottom of the ramp and looked into the soul of the squared circle. It had been a while since he had stepped foot in a ring, and the first that he would ever enter IWA's. AJ turned to his left towards the steel steps climbed up them without acknowledging the nearby crowd. He walked to the middle of the apron outside the ropes and swung a foot under the middle rope to enter the ring. He grabbed a microphone from the ring announcer and held it down to his side as the music died down and lights came back on to their neutral settings. The Bad Chyld would begin his oration with an uncaring tone as he took off his shades and put them in his pocket. AJ raised the microphone to his lips.

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"Everything I do... everything I've said, everything I've done... has a purpose. & I'd like to think that its not because of your ridiculous ideas of destiny, or fate, or divine intervention... I'd like to think of everything I do as symbolic." AJ looked down and wiped his chin with his thumb as he tried to quickly find the best way to organize his words. He would not fumble over them as the crowd remained sitting with listening ears, and he looked back up to the audience. "When I started my career... I tried so hard to win you people over. I changed my theme song every week, only to see which one you guys liked more. I would do flips all over the ring, hurting myself more than my opponent... only so I got a louder pop every time I came through the curtain." A few fans who remembered seeing Warner's first year or so in the squared circle applauded because this was the one they called the kid. He was so young and full of energy and all over the place. Fans loved AJ as an entertainer, but they also knew that Warner would become a better wrestler as time went on, and with that he became a much more relentless, violent competitor. "I used make-believe morals and ethics... all because my heart was in the right place, my priorities were different all for you. But when I reflect on that period in my career, I see a man at the bottom of the card, still getting a feel for his work environment... and no titles." The Bad Chyld looked back down blankly and lowered the mic out of what looked like embarrassment. It was obvious that he was not proud of the kid he was then. After a quick chuckle and shake of the head, AJ raised his head with the microphone close to his mouth again.

"A year later, I held two world championships in the same year. I was competing, and defeating, the likes of Kelly King -" The crowd gave a huge pop for someone they considered a legend and one of the best babyfaces in the industry. "Randy Orton -" Another pop for the Legend Killer! Though he was a man that wrestling fans had not seen for years, they remember him as a wonderful entertainer and gave an ovation towards the mention of his name. "Jed, Disciple, Mike Landry, Nuke Fusion, you name 'em... I was better than all of them." Warner looked dead into the camera as he said this, looking subtly enraged at the mention of these men. He had feuded with all of them, and AJ was adamant that he could defeat all of them whenever the opportunity arose. "When I see that AJ, I see a winner. A man amongst boys. A competitor who carried companies on his back. A fighter who needed no fans." As his tone seemed more genuinely enthusiastic, AJ was getting more animated with his words. He used his hands to help illustrate the message he was saying, jabbing himself in the chest and pointing to the ring to emphasize all that he did while speaking. "But even then, that AJ was still getting accustomed to things. While he was busy being the bad guy, he found the right people to learn from. He discovered who the true villain was... that villain was you." The crowd was puzzled; they had no idea what Warner was trying to get at, but obviously a good amount of them took insult to what he had to say. Naturally, the spectators booed him, but that wouldn't put a halt to AJ's speech.

"For years, I battled drug addiction, my wife and kids leaving me, my brother leaving this Earth... and you people called it karma. Karma for all the bad things I ever did to your favorite wrestlers, whether it was putting them on the shelves or ridiculing them in front of a live audience... you called it karma." Warner laughed and looked down, letting his arms falls to his sides and clenching his fists angrily. That was the roughest part of his life, and everything had become personal to him since then. "But I blame myself... I thought having one person there through my perennial downfall would help. I ended up giving a damn about what you people thought of me, and that only made my situation worse. So instead, four years removed from these tragedies... I can only stand here and laugh." The boos were increasing as Warner continued to berate the ticket holders. AJ walked in the direction towards the ramp, as he leaned against the ropes and looked out in the crowd while motioning towards the policemen. "See these guys? Filthy pigs. They tell you from the moment you're born that these guys are heroes. Your parents tell you that cops are the real-life good guys, and as a toddler, you've already decided you wanted be a crime-fighter. Tell that to Rodney King." A good amount of fans were cheering the cops when AJ mentioned them, and their applause turned into boos once Warner started to speak badly about them. However, the mention of Rodney King really silenced everyone. "But you guys don't like facts, right? You people are so stubborn-minded that even though cops do more bad than good... you're intimidated by them. You live in fear of them because they demand your respect, when really all they did was graduate high school and pass a few tests to get their badge." AJ went back into the center of the ring and grew more and more aggravated with the people he was speaking down to.

"I have done NOTHING, but make you people sit on the edge of that seat with this microphone and the talent standing before you. I have done EVERYTHING, from putting people through wooden cages to winning Ladder match after Ladder match, only to feel like the job's not done. And it's not. Because you disgusting, underachieving losers have no respect for what I've done in this business!" The arena was now filled with harsh boos! They really didn't like this guy, well, with the exception of a few smarks. But even they were drowned out by the audible dislike for the Bad Chyld. "So I'm going to do what these so-called superheroes do. I'm going to follow my own agenda. I'm going to see the people in the backstage area who have yet to mark their territory, with their stupid catch phrases and the admiration of you people... and I'm going to break them. Break their spirit, break their bones, break their mind. But I'm going to teach you, your kids, and everyone else that I deserve respect!! Because now... I demand it."

Warner shot a sadistic smile to the crowd and dropped the microphone to the mat before making his way towards the corner. His theme song started playing as he walked up the ramp past the police with their heads low. As he approached the top of the ramp, AJ stopped dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder to the crowd and gave a grin that read bad intentions. IWA had a huge problem on their hands now; there was a new sheriff in town, and his first order of business was declaring Martial Law.