Fans were lined out the door to witness the return of CWA. Concessions booming, talent ready to go...it was as if new life was breathing inside The Coliseum.
At the strike of 7,
Let It Die began to blast throughout the arena PA. The competitors, stage hands, other workers, and the company administrators all made their way to the arena, standing around it and looking out toward the fans. It was an odd set-up, with no floor seating, but no one paid much mind. They were more excited for the new owner to arrive and make his opening statement.
The lights began to dim as the drums set a monotonous pace, and a walkway rose from the ground, lining up with one of the two stage areas. Smoke billowed out of the entryway, and not much longer than that, a lone figure stepped out through the smoke.
The man better known as The Hardcore Paladin, The Pillar of Justice...in short, Dion Necurat, CEO of CWA, began to make his way to the ring. Dressed for combat, unlike other owners. The crowd erupted in applause, chanting "WELCOME BACK" "WELCOME BACK". Dion stepped between the ropes, laying his shield in the middle of the ring, and grabbing a microphone from an attendant outside the ring. He turned to the crowd.
"This has got to be...the most excited I have EVER...seen Minnesotans get about wrestling," he began, taking a few laughs amid the cheers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of ages 18 and over, WELCOME...TO THE COLISEUM!!!" A chorus of cheers rang through the arena, so loud that the neighbors could possibly hear them. Chants of "WE WANT BLOOD" came from the crowd as well, to which Dion chuckled.
"It is great to see each and every one of you out here tonight. Tonight marks a new beginning for this company. A company that my father started, and that my uncle almost ruined," he paused, collecting his thoughts and letting the first boo's of the night come through. The incident with his uncle was still sore in his memory, but it would pass.
"Now, after a year of uncertainty and finally scrounging the finances to get ourselves up and running...WE'RE BACK!!!"More cheers were had from the crowd, as the employees of CWA applauded at ringside, now having turned to Dion to listen to his address.
"But look at me carry on; you aren't here to listen to me speak...YOU'RE HERE FOR COMBAT!" A roar of approval came from the crowd.
"Our card tonight is packed with plenty of great matches, including a Tables Match between Matt Draven and Boxer Anarchy...A Gladiator Match between Erik Siggtyr and Jack Arson...A Last Man Standing Match between Claire Hawkins and the man known as "Better Than You"...And in the main event...Salem Croft, the Copperhead, will compete with The Master of Disaster, Major Devastation...INSIDE. A STEEL CAGE." The fans were loving the match card set for them this evening.
"The night has only just begun, so fill your glasses and watch as brave men and women compete, for-""JUST ONE MINUTE THERE, CHIEF!" 
said an oddly-dressed competitor as he bounded his way to the ring. Somehow he managed to get a microphone in hand.
"How could you forget to put any of us new guys on the card, eh? EHH?!?" he said, to a sea of boo's.
"Oh what do I care what you people think? Rumblestiltskin is the fightingest troll of the Stiltskin lineage, and I shall defeat each and every last one of you!!!" Louder boos as he turned to his boss. Dion looked at the man; oddly dressed, wearing tiny, cheap horns, and...he could've sworn he saw a tail on him earlier.
"You had better explain yourself! AND NOW!"Dion stood, dumbfounded by this up-and-comer standing in front of him. When he regained his composure, he spoke again.
"Three things...Rumblestiltskin, was it? Number one. ...Rumblestiltskin? Really?" he said, the crowd laughing.
"Number two. You will get your match next card. Tonight, two other newcomers will get their chance. Taquar Artes, The Waxing Moon, will bring his style of middle-eastern combat techniques to The Greatest American...*sigh*...Action b*****d," a few gasps, but otherwise confusion at the sound of the name. Some remember him from his brief time in WWE:E.
"You will have your chance next time to compete. ...Oh, and before I forget...Number Three-" Dion stopped as Rumblestiltskin, apparently unsatisfied with Dion's answer, took a swing at him. He had two punches in before Dion responded, delivering a hard right to his face and a kick to the midsection. As Rumblestiltskin was crouched over, Dion set him up for, and delivered, an Infinitum Bomb. Directly on Dion's shield. Rumblestiltskin wailed out in pain as his back connected with the metal shield, proving that it was not, in fact, a cheap prop. Instead of being boo'd, however, the crowd went nuts, as Dion christened the new ring with one of his finishers. He picked up the microphone again.
"And number three. In The Coliseum...I don't play nice." Dion then exited the ring and walked up the ramp, as the on-site doctor and nurse took a look at Rumblestiltskin. The crowd was going nuts, chants of "CWA" and "BATTLE METAL" echoed throughout the arena. Dion turned back to the staff around the ring, and lifted the microphone.
"If anyone has anything they'd like to say, speak now. Otherwise," he paused, pointing at a large glass panel overlooking the arena.
"You will find me in my new office." Dion paused, allowing anyone outside the ring to speak.
[Interruptions welcome]
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