During a brief intermission, fans loyal enough to wait in the stands were treated to the sight of Salem Croft stepping out onto the stage, sometime prior to his match with Jack Arson later in the evening. While others were busy clouding the aisles in search of beverages, burgers, or bathrooms, the anxious many cheered for the "Most Wanted Man in Wrestling", wearing a zipped-up hoodie with the hood down. Across the front, "M.W. Deuce" was scribed in a gothic font, his hands taped in the traditional wraps he wore to the ring. Underneath his jacket, Salem was ready for battle, but it was a much bigger war he intended to address, this moment. Drawing a microphone from out his pouch pocket, the rookie tugged his hood up over his head while bringing the receiver to his lips.

"Drop the beat!" Salem said, the lights cutting to a single spotlight on the young man while an edgy beat (43s) rang out through the arena. Head low, Salem immediately began to spouting verses in time with the rocking instrumental, bobbing his head a bit and cutting the air with his hand as he spoke.

"You put out that twenty-grand hit? You legit?

Guys chomping at the bit to collect that tip!

But I promise my trail will turn cold,

You spent so much time running your mouth that you were not told,

The name's Salem, raising mayhem like a boss!

Best save that twenty-k for your hospital costs!

Cuz when your court-ordered border winds down like your bitchin',

You're gonna wish you'd never pissed off this Salem ascension!

I'll take a suspension, break the Geneva Convention!

Look me in the eyes, Freak! b***h, stand at attention!

You're balding and pudgy, but you claim to have class,

Your submissions aren't as painful as the smell of your a**!

But alas, I digress from the point of this mess,

I've got to confess and get this off of my chest,

When you claimed you're the best, I laughed, it was funny.

Who the ******** feels threatened by a fat Spike Dudley?

And King was wondering why I got pissed about the car,

It was my favorite place to bang his illegitimate daughters!

Cuz the apples fall close to the tree, Freaky,

And best believe S.C. ain't stingy with his enemies!

So test me, but rest before you try and impress me,

Cuz besting your best guess is easier than getting you in a dress!

See, you love that D, especially back in New Jersey,

But I rain on your fake claims with this D-D-T!

And besides, your cash will probably be spent by then.

Twenty stacks? Ain't that what you blow a week on gin?

So go ahead and sit atop your gold like Scrooge MacDuck,

I'll pluck those feathers off your head you early-balding ******** may have wrote the book, but I'm the newest edition,

And this dissin's evidence your sense still needs some revision!

So best collect on your pension to fund this war you've waged,

Cuz like LeBron and the Heat, in my house I will not be upstaged!

You've unleashed the beast, he's coming out of the cage,

And you're about to be just a eulogy on the back of the page."

Holding out the microphone, Salem let it fall to the stage with a solid thump before turning back towards the curtain, vanishing without another word as the fans cheered to the fading music.