Get on your knees and
BOW.
DOWN.
Two bursts of bright orange fireworks fire up from the top of the ramp, in time with "Bow. Down." and white and orange spotlights dart around the arena.
As the smoke clears, Lance walks out looking a little worse for wear - his right arm bandaged and a dressing over his left eye where Nuke had busted him open.
He makes his way down to the ring, taking a mic from one of the ring attendants and making his way up the steel steps into the ring as his theme continued.
King: "What's Lance doing here JR? I can't believe he's up and walking after that match at Armageddon!"
JR: "You're damn right King, those two superstars went through physical hell in that match. Nuke Fusion may have come out on top, but both men left absolutely everything in that ring"
King: "However he's doing it, he looks like he's here to make a statement, that's for sure!"
He walked to the center of the ring, and gestured for the music to fade out. The buzz of the crowd filled the arena as they waited to see what Lance had to say in the wake of his brutal encounter with Nuke.
He lifted the mic to his lips.
"Armageddon. A fitting name after what I experienced in that match with Nuke Fusion."
He turned, gesturing to the titantron as it flared into life, playing a reel of some of the moments from the Welcome To Hell match, ending with Nuke just about on his feet after the ten count, and Lance in the wreckage of the Spanish announcers table.
"Nuke - I know you're not in the building tonight, but if you're watching at home - you put me through hell, but don't think for a second that this is resolved."
The noise of the crowd elevated at his words, the excitement building at the prospect of a third match between these two legends of the business.
"So lets give these people a show, and put this to rivalry, and put this to bed..."
BOW.
DOWN.
Two bursts of bright orange fireworks fire up from the top of the ramp, in time with "Bow. Down." and white and orange spotlights dart around the arena.
As the smoke clears, Lance walks out looking a little worse for wear - his right arm bandaged and a dressing over his left eye where Nuke had busted him open.
He makes his way down to the ring, taking a mic from one of the ring attendants and making his way up the steel steps into the ring as his theme continued.
King: "What's Lance doing here JR? I can't believe he's up and walking after that match at Armageddon!"
JR: "You're damn right King, those two superstars went through physical hell in that match. Nuke Fusion may have come out on top, but both men left absolutely everything in that ring"
King: "However he's doing it, he looks like he's here to make a statement, that's for sure!"
He walked to the center of the ring, and gestured for the music to fade out. The buzz of the crowd filled the arena as they waited to see what Lance had to say in the wake of his brutal encounter with Nuke.
He lifted the mic to his lips.
"Armageddon. A fitting name after what I experienced in that match with Nuke Fusion."
He turned, gesturing to the titantron as it flared into life, playing a reel of some of the moments from the Welcome To Hell match, ending with Nuke just about on his feet after the ten count, and Lance in the wreckage of the Spanish announcers table.
"Nuke - I know you're not in the building tonight, but if you're watching at home - you put me through hell, but don't think for a second that this is resolved."
The noise of the crowd elevated at his words, the excitement building at the prospect of a third match between these two legends of the business.
"So lets give these people a show, and put this to rivalry, and put this to bed..."
