Hail to the King began to play throughout the arena, as fans looked on, hoping that tonight they would see the man who was ambushed the week before. Sure enough, as the second part of the intro began, flames rose up the ramp, onto the stage, and obscured the entrance. The flames at the entrance were big enough to scare anyone away from walking through the fire...but not Dion Necurat.
Dion strode through the flames, fans erupting at the sight. He was wearing his old attire, his signature hat singed slightly from the fire, but not so much that it would light ablaze. His shield was strapped to his non-gloved arm. The man they knew had returned.
"And his opponent, from Minneapolis, MN; weighing in at 270 lbs. He is the Pillar of Justice, DION NECURAT!!!!"
He walked down the ramp, methodically, as the flames died down. Dion paid little attention to the fans wanting a high-five or to get him to sign something; his thoughts were swimming from the attack that happened on him the previous card. Tonight was about getting his frustrations taken care of.
Dion slid into the ring, raising his shield arm over his head. The fans cheered as he unstrapped the shield, setting it off to the side of the ring. He then handed his hat to the referee, and took his place in the opposite corner. Last week he might have been willing to be lenient toward Roman. However, since he decided to take the no-show victory, Dion would not be holding back.
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