*and then, as an eerie, foggy, purple-blue and red mist surrounds the ring and the entrance ramp, lighting strikes the creaturetron! Then thunder is heard as more lightning erupts from above, striking the ring posts as Black Flames flow downwards from the lighting fixtures*

Micheal Cole: What now!?

*Just then, several Black Flames erupt from the entrance ramp as Dalkiel's Dark Soul Warriors come out of the foggy mist, holding Flaming Swords up high. They align themselves down the entrance ramp and cross their swords....*

JR: Wait a second. No, no, NO it…it can't be! From Hell's Fire and Brimstone!

King: Oh My God JR! You don't think it can really be him after all these years do you?

*Another huge Black Flame engulfs the rampway, and then...Dalkiel steps out. He looks with at the crowd with a cold, empty stare. The crowd falls into a hush and then explodes!*

Crowd: DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL!

JR: My God it really is him. He's back, after almost a decade, Dalkiel has re-appeared!

King: Hey JR, you think he'll still hold a grudge over the last thing I said about him all those years ago?

JR: For your sake King, I hope not.

*Dalkiel begins walking down the rampway as the burning flesh drips off of the swords onto Dalkiel's shoulders and chest, it singes and burns his flesh as it drips all over the place. He continues to walk. With each step, he begins to smile more and more widely as the burning sensation of the flesh becomes enjoyable. His eyes are as empty as the cold, dark night. He stops at the end of the rampway, grins evilly as he eyes the Hell in a Cell, then closes his eyes as he takes in a deep breath, tilts his head back and raises his arms high. The camera holds on his face as in a split second his eyes open and his arms slam down as the four corners explode into Black Flames!*

*he slithers into the ring as everyone exit's the ring.*

*As he stands he peers at everyone out side the ring as he motions for a mic*

In a Deep Demonic Voice

Dalkiel: Scream my Name!

*as the crowd reacts*

Crowd: DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL! DALKIEL!

Cole: Oh you've got to be kidding me! This big purple retard has the nerve to come back here after running away all those years ago? What a joke.

JR: Cole I would watch my mouth, even though I know you like getting your butt kicked on a weekly base's, Dalkiel is not going to play into your little game of insults.

Cole: Bite me JR, I'll say whatever the hell I want about this big dumb purple reject!

Dalkiel: I can see after all these years you have not forgotten me. It touch's my black heart like nothing else. But, you are all probably asking yourself, why? Why is he here after all this time? Why?

*camera zooms in*

Dalkiel: A demonic creature decided to approach me and hand me an invitation for the 12th Anniversary Special for none other then my old home the CWF. Oh wait, correction, the CWE. So I thought I would stop by and well, have some fun. So why don't we just start with the introductions, Shall we...?