For as the view lifts from the ground and settles, seemingly, suspended in air- in the distance a form emerges from a dense gray mist... just... just standing there, ominously. The figure steps forthwith and lifts it's arms once separating itself from the atmospheric effects. In awe to the spectators and to whom bare witness to this viewing- was Reverend Jones!!! Long has it been since we've seen his presence.... the once formidable and mystifying President of NSA (Non-Stop-Adrenaline Media Cable Network).

Jones, drenched in his iconic black leather cape and his crown accompanied by his tall black hat, walks down toward the ring and thus enters it, graces it... where upon the submission of the mic to his eminence-- we now listen intently to his words.