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Shortly after his opponent's entrance was done, the lights cut out and everyone was left in utter darkness. Well except for those few people that had their cell phones out. They had been planning to take pictures more then likely. Nonetheless, the screen upon the titantron soon came back to life as a video began to play. What a appeared to be a cold, uncaring, concrete room with only a select few things within it. The camera that this had been filmed on, obviously, a gray metal chair with a man sitting upon it, and another man sitting across from the man on the chair. Now there were several key points of difference between the two men were easy to see. The man in the chair seemed to be the one in charge, he had on a nice uniform like outfit while the other man was merely sitting on the floor across from him. Dressed only in a pair of raggedy only pants. Upon closer inspection one could see that the man on the floor seemed to be chained there. Not only that but the man on the floor seemed to be quite a bit larger then the guy in the chair. Slowly the man in the chair leaned forward and seemed to be confused. Like he was faced with an incredibly complex puzzle of sorts. He licked his lips like he were about to speak, but he paused and leaned back and picked a bag up off of the floor.

"No name, no discernible age, no background, no nothing. Just one hell of a creepy mask and an incredibly twisted temper. Just who are you my masked friend? Maybe this will finally get you to talk."

With that, the man in the chair tossed the bag at his counterpart, where it slammed into the man's face and fell to the floor. The man slowly tilted his head up to the man, and then back down to the back. Slowly the camera zoomed in on the bag, all the while hushed but frantic whispers could be heard. That is until the metallic creaking of the metal chair cut through the whispers as the man had shifted his position yet again. Faintly, in the background, Ora Pro Nobis Lucifer began tofade in. Slowly the man chained to the floor began to speak in a hushed, dry, raspy voice.

".....Can hear....."

"Hear what?"

".....them.....

"Them? Them who? WHO IS THEM?!"

"......the voiceless......"

As soon as the temp in the song picked up, a blinding eruption of fire came up from all four ring posts! Once the fire had died down a lone spotlight could be seen focused on a very large person at the top of the ramp. For clarification, the light seemed to be coming from above/behind the man thus making him into more of a large silhouette. Wait, how in the hell had he gotten there? Wait, distractions. Never mind. Anyway the large silhouette began making it's way down the ramp at a methodical pace. Like a predator stalking it's prey, or more like, a psychotic killer stalking it's prey. Letting their target think about what they were getting into. What could happen to them, more importantly, what WAS going to happen to them! Soon enough the silhouette made it to the bottom of the ramp, where it stopped.. It titled it's head to the side and the spotlight went out. After a few moments the lights came back on and revealed that what had been the silhouette was now standing in the middle of the ring!

"And their opponent weighing in at three hundred and five pounds. Standing at six feet and nine inches tall.........The NAMELESS!"

The silhouette turned man, now revealed to be the returning Nameless, continued to stand in place with his head slightly cocked to one side as if puzzled from what he was looking at from behind his leather mask. Other then his long, dark hair and signature leather black leather mask the was cracked and worn, the big man wore a plain, blood stained pair of pants much like what one would think of when they heard the term "asylum". Not only that but her wore very plain black ring boots, and on his hands and wrist just plain white wraps. Now the real story here was his bare chest and back. This man was clearly carrying around a great deal of power within him, as well as an incredible tolerance to pain if any one of the vast scars on his chest were of any indication.