A mist of pure crimson decends from the raftyerrs as the charge of the light brigade plays over the tanoy system, a giant red heart with a cannon emblazoned upon it graces the titon tron. the fans begin to glancer at one another unaware of who is about to aproach the ring. a tall figure strides confidently from behind the curtain , the mystery man is dressed in a 18th century British officers uniform trimed in gold cavalry sabre at his hip ornate musket over his shoulder . a obvious sneer upon his face as he strides into the ring
"i was told this company was full of men of honour a place of comrades in arms"
the tall man circles the ring shacking his head
"i was informed i would be competing with the best this buisness had to offer , a veritable feast of excelence. in my short time back stage at WGW i find this whole place some what lacking"
The crowd erupt into Boo s and Jeers
"and i am surounded by you peasents and surfs where is the nobility"
the big man runs his hands over his red tunic
"other than me there is no class hear that i have seen no one with a noble prupose"
he continues to circle the ring enticing heavyer boos and insults from the fans those close at ring siode begin throwng paper cups and programs at the lone figure in the ring
"you see this is my point there is no respect hear for your betters , it is a insult of the highest order i must compete amoungst you. have no fear i will show you poise grace the like you have never seen in this squared circle"
the mystery man drops to one knea and bows his head lifting the mic back to his lips
"i have no doubt you wont apreciate it ,how could your uneducated minds absorbe my obvious supiriority the power the sheer great ness of FlashHeart. i am here for one thing and one thing only"
FlashHeart jumps to his feet
"too RULE YOU"
(posibkle interuption)
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