A sound of laughter would echo out in a black void until the screen would reveal itself in an old timers movie style, revealing a 'Welcome' sign from a city not much thought of compared to major cities. A town celebrated as a limestone capital, a video package would reveal the town through a cruise by showing different stores such as typical fast foods and a couple of restaurants such as Bob Evans, Casa Brava, and a Denny's of all things. A view on a city square would reveal a centerpiece of Bedford's court house and the buildings surrounding revealing older buildings with some newer signs showing the buildings still in use.

"From a quiet town with nothing spectacular to its name, it has been called a place for the old. An everyday place for everyday people. Not too small, but it isn't all that big either. A home for many with barely any real activities nearby that can be considered fun. Just an old people place with your typical mid-west jokes of corn and rocks, or limestone in this case," GBL's voice spoke out as the view would come to a stone house with a green metal roof. Plenty of space in the yard for a young child to be seen running around and chasing a cat. Up to a point until the child noticed GBL approaching in street wear and dark brown hair. Kneeling down to catch a diving child, he would lift the kid in the air before carrying him over his shoulder, laughter ringing out from the young one. He'd carrying him to a porch swing to sit down with the kid while the kid pulled out a tablet to start watching videos from what GBL could tell.

"Well, did ya miss me?" a question asked that would receive a quick 'yep' from the child.

"What have ya been up to since I was last here, hm?"

"Been playing Roblox with Mommy," an answer back from this four year old.

"Only that?" he asked before receiving an answer of iron man followed with some four year old drabble. This was all followed with explosion noises and the child forming a double handed fist and hitting his father in the leg with this explosion, a maximum pulse according to the kid.

"You know why daddy's back home?" he asked which seemed to have gone ignored. An indicator that he probably didn't know that answer.

"Work came home. Daddy's going to a big show to bring him something shiny," he commented which made the kid go 'woaaah' before an innocent question asked.

"Daddy come back home and bring me chicken nuggets?"

"... Yeah, I can do that," he stated before rubbing the child's head.

A truly simple place to live that no one would had ever expected the likes of a hometown hero, a cursed mad man, a guardian angel, or whatever one may call the lunatic known as Jay Blue Lightning. This city was his beginning, and time saw his return to his home state to have time with family as a reminder of where exactly he came from and why he pushed himself to where he was today. The scene would fade away back to the welcome sign as the face of Moxcy would appear and the high pitch laughter would ring out and glitch the screen. Fading to black and a light coming on to show the Eclipse back in blow, sitting in his room of chains. Leaning forward with elbows resting on his knees, his eyes were focused on ahead.

"Never have I felt something like I have. In the coming days.. in the coming hours, I feel something different. This is no ordinary show for me any more. This is bigger to me than a wrestlemania. This is a bigger thing to me than just the title match. It's not just a magic in the air, an electricity running through... It's far more than that now. Two decades worth of chaos and wild madness, and none of it compares to what I have before me. This rumble is hosted in my home, in my state. A state where there's just indy cars, farming, rednecks, and football. We have Holiday World.. There's that. Holiday World in Santa Claus, Indiana. And we don't talk about French Lick. This is a state where Wrestling isn't really a 'thing' discussed unless your just a fan. We have no real famous folks around here aside John Mellencamp and anything related to the Colts. But now there's a different feel, a different spark. The Royal Rumble, a top 3 show, has found its way to this old state of mine. I'm home..." he commented as he slowly stood himself up with eyes focused on the camera.

"Am I home to be that 'hometown hero'? Am I home to reveal the world what kind of monster a non-wrestling state can provide? Why is it that I exist? Well, that answer is coming soon to a screen near you," he spoke out as his attention shifted to one chain. Grabbing it and wrapping it around his arm, one may note that two red links now existed on this chain of fate. "Aside just winning gold, I dug deep for a reason. A deeper reason to take that title off of you. The last time I won the belt of belts was not to hold it high and claim my rightful throne, oh no. I won it for the very purpose of stealing it away from one that is always just right there within reach. I stole it for the sake of the suffering of another, a seed of chaos to be planted. Of course, I never have issues with claiming the title of the First Champion since our unlikely return to the big screen, but I digress. I found my reason for coming at you Omen. You were cursed? You bore the weight of a Cross, a burden of never getting it done. My job for the Rumble? You made it simple for me: I'll drop a cross on you, tenfold." he spoke before the screen would flip with the Red Haired lunatic taking the stage, the chain now wrapped around his neck rather than his arm.

"Don't you dare threaten me with that good time, either! Blood? weapons? Reaching for the unreachable? Do you know who I am? I am the impossible, I am the Limitless! I am chaos unbound, and I have yet to meet a line I wouldn't cross! I dove into the depths of hell to kill my own blood before, and I've been brought to the edge of fate by enemies that only desired to end me. There's nothing you can do to me that others haven't already tried!" he exclaimed before laughing out, hands covering his face over this maddening laughter. As he calmed down, his hands slowly moved from his face and fell to his sides in a slump, the Lunar Eclipse hunching over. A small 'hah' left him as he stood himself back up, red eyes to the camera. "Wicked clowns never die, they say... So I don't think you have to worry about that part, buddy ol' pal. Instead, worry about the dance that'll have you looking to the heavens as the Eclipse stands high before the lights. Your vision darkened and the reality settling in that you made it so far, risked it all, and it was to only fall back down to oblivion. Sometimes.. it is far worse to have a taste of it than to have never tasted it at all." As his body swayed a bit with some chains he was hanging onto, a thought did occur to him as he would be left to chuckle for a moment.

"Aaah, and I cannot forget the ghosts of Christmas past that wants to haunt me. Haaah, the dance to come will be a splendid one no matter what happens. I win. I lose? We'll both have left something magical and bits and pieces of our life in that ring. I just hope that whatever comes will end in paradise... I'd rather not have things end with severe... Consequences," a warning spoke as the red lunatic faded with Lotus back in view moving to the door. He reached for the handle but paused, deciding to return back to his seat.

"Time is ticking away. Will it be a Good Omen? or will this be a Bad Omen?"