The Cold Dead Aura drifted from every corner of the arena. There was no escape. The druids lifted unlit tourches awaiting. And await they did. For a form appeared without hesitation from the stage! And the screams and cheers from the fans overwhelmed the bongs that played as this figure took each step forward! It was surreal and spiritual. The being appeared to levitate from the rising dense fog that rose from the ground and fires burned with a passion that would never be snuffed out. For righteousness was by this being's side. As each pass from a druid- the tourch lit with a blue flame! A strong dark shadow loomed in the being's wake as the passing of time seemed to be put to a hault! The being stopped infront of the ring that was engulfed with a strong blue hazey light and choked with thick fog. The being turned slowly towards its left and walked up the steps. A light suddenly focused it's beam from some unknown source and casted it's illuminance. The being was clad in a dark armour and head down with a dark chapeau on it's head. In an instant, the figure lifted it's hands and it formed one of the most noticable and striking symbols to ever grace the world of Creature Wrestling.
