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The lights begin to flicker slightly and then go out as the sound of thunder echos through the PA system. As a light mist fills the entryway and a soft blue light bathes the arena, the crowd hears a soft but meancing sound of footsteps before the rhythm of a tribal beat plays. A white light slowly blooms on the stage to show a figure dressed in black sitting cross legged in the entrance way.

As the opening chords of Absent in Body's Rise from Ruins hits, the blue light slowly turns red as the figure stands up from out of the mist as the crowd roars in response. Over the din, the announcer calls out:

"Introducing first...From Weimar Germany, weighing in at 298 lbs...Erynys Reich!"

As the music blares, Erynys makes it halfway down to ring side before the arena goes black. A single spotlight shines on the top turnbuckle where he stands staring out into the crowd. The lights go down again since made his way down to ringside and when they come up a final time, the crowd sees him in the center of the ring where he sits crossed legged. He then moves to the far corner where he discards his mask and cloak to the ringside attendant and sits in the corner, gazing silently at his opponent.

As the bell rang, he knew based on size alone that he wouldn't be able to match power with power. That would be a recipe for disaster. Instead, he knew he would have to stick and move and slowly chop the big man down.

Unfortunately, his opponent was a mad bull and sent him doubled over with a swift blow to the gut.

Things were quickly going from bad to worse as he was soon locked into a front facelock and his body lifted and seized up as the big Bison buried his knee into his rib cage, causing the big German into a violent fit of coughing.

Each body blow robbed him of breath and he could feel his legs beginning to go rubbery. Her soon felt himself lifted up and then slammed down by the pumphandle slam and his body locked up as the remaining oxygen was forced out of him.

He lay there, feeling like he had gotten run over by a train. He hoped the ref would step in, buying him a few precious moments to collect himself.

He lay there gasping for air, staring blankly at the lights, before the lumbering giant fell upon him again with a nasty elbow that felt like his sternum had caved in. The ref quickly knelt down beside him to check on him, while ordering Bison back to give him some space.

He used the distraction to gingerly roll his way out of the ring, trying to put as much distance between him and the angry giant. He took a few painful deep breathes which helped him clear his head. He began to rummage under the ring himself and he pulled something out and put it in the back pocket of his tights before he stood up, warily keeping his distance.

The loud crack as the strap came down echoed throughout the arena and he bit back a scream as he hit the floor hard, much to some of the crowd's delight.