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XWA returns from a commercial break to a roaring crowd.

Ted Cedar: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to XWA Vendetta! We're still early in the night and we have a lot more to come."

David Michaels: "You're damn right we do, Ted. We even get to see--"

Without warning, it seems as if the power goes out. The only lights seen in the arena are those of fans' cell phones and, for those watching at home, even the commentators can't be heard. The fans instantly begin to cheer once everything goes out, curious as to where this will lead. Is it a power outage or, perhaps, is something about to happen? Roughly twenty seconds go by, in darkness and silence, as the crowd has begun to calm down. Suddenly, a voice, almost robotic sounding, is heard, whilst everything he says appears on the titantron as he says it.

Voice: "They called me insane. They called me crazy. A psychopath, born to live a maniacal life. Is what they say about me true? Perhaps. Maybe I am a freak, a savage. But maybe...just maybe...I don't give a fuck."

The titantron turns black, once again, as the voice stops. A few seconds pass and then a count-down begins on the titantron, starting at ten.

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"OWAHAHAHAH!"

Following a huge explosion on the stage area, the lights turn back on, flashing red and white, as Disturbed's "Down With The Sickness" hits, beginning at the chorus. The audience erupts in cheers. White smoke from the explosions covers the stage, with a silhouette seen in the middle of it.

David Michaels: "What the hell? Is that who I think it is?"

Ted Cedar: "You're damn right it is, David! He's back!"

The figure slowly walks out from behind the smoke to reveal himself. It is, indeed, who David Michaels thought. "The Giant" Thomas Barnez has returned! Upon seeing him, the fans' cheers get even louder and the big man stares down the ramp at the ring with intensity in his eyes. Thomas appears to be a bit thinner now than he used to be, albeit still built pretty damn well. The gigantic man is dressed casually, wearing black jeans, sneakers and a black Bipolar Tommy t-shirt. He slowly makes his way to the ring.

Ted Cedar: "Yes, it's him! Thomas Barnez is back and looking better than ever!

David Michaels: "Well damn. Haven't seen him since Smoke Xtreme fired him from his general manager spot."

Upon reaching the squared circle, Thomas walks up the steel steps and then enters over the top rope. He walks into the center of the ring before looking around at the hot crowd, a grin coming across the big man's face. He heads over to the ropes closest to the commentary table and asks for a microphone from a ringside worker, Laura Watts obliging and handing him one. Thomas' song slowly fades out.

Thomas Barnez: "Did you all miss--"

Before he can even finish the sentence, "Thomas Barnez" chants go out all throughout the arena, causing him to stop. He grins once more and nods. Once they finally quiet down, he begins speaking again.

Thomas Barnez: "That takes care of my question, heh. I assume you are all wondering what I'm doing here. Am I here to take over as general manager, again? Maybe I'm here to advertise my new movie, Psychosis, out June twenty-sixth. Oh, no, I got it! I must be here to give the locker room a much needed pep talk, because what the fuck has happened since I left? Jesus Christ, this place went to shit. Don't get me wrong. You guys..."

Thomas points to the crowd.

Thomas Barnez: "You guys are awesome. It's the dudes in the back that ain't been impressing me lately. Who's fighting in the main event tonight? Razor Xtreme and...Prince Alex? Who the fuck is Prince Al--Okay, something is wrong here. We got Razor, one of the biggest pussies I've ever seen, as the World Heavyweight Champion. Then we got...well, I don't even fucking know who the hell that guy is he's facing tonight. Dante Cross and Xtreme Icon are fighting for the Intercontinental Championship. That's just--what the fuck? What the fuck happened? Where's the talent? The last person Razor defended his World Heavyweight Championship against was some guy who's biggest accomplishment is getting a lucky win over Minkaro one time. The fuck? This is bullshit. And now, XWA is biweekly? So, because this place has horrible wrestlers, and a small amount of them, it's gotten to the point where they can't even summon enough decent wrestling once a week. No. Just fucking no. Fuck that. Fuck this. Fuck all of it. This shit ends now. I'm not here to play management anymore. I'm not here to promote Psychosis. And I'm damn sure not here to give a pep talk. I'm here for one reason and one reason only - to kick some ass."

The fans cheer once more in excitement.

Thomas Barnez: "I don't know who is leaving Summer Sanitarium with the XWA World Heavyweight Championship, but if it takes a forty-two year old winning that gold to bring some fucking prestige back to this broken ass company, then so be it. I will single-handedly bring XWA back to what it once was if it's the last damn thing I do. If this company thinks it's so damn 'xtreme' right now, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Cunts will die. To whoever leaves Summer Sanitarium as the World Heavyweight Champion, watch your ass because I'm coming to shit on your doorstep. You're all on fucking notice now."

Thomas tosses the microphone over his shoulder and lets out another grin, as his music hits again. He exits the ring and makes his way to the back.

Ted Cedar: "Thomas is going to wrestle for XWA again! This is huge!"

David Michaels: "I've been on the wrong end of one of his Gores before. I don't envy whoever will be leaving Summer Sanitarium with the gold."

The show heads to a commercial break.