The opening fireworks for Proving Grounds die down, and immediately the distinctive riff of Marilyn Manson’s Disposable Teens hits the soundsystem. The arena is filled with a loud booing that reverberates throughout. Matt Seraph walks out from behind the curtain, followed by Samantha Lyon. The beautiful brunette flirts with a couple girls in the audience en route to the ring, as her boyfriend taunts the fans, even slapping a couple in the face. Seraph grabs a mic from the ring announcer and waits for the booing to subside before speaking.

“Is that any way to welcome the next Twisted Flow champion? I mean, seriously, show some respect. Or maybe you all live under rocks and don’t know who I am. Since this is Louisiana, I’ll put it in terms you can understand; I do more damage to my opponents than Katrina did to your piece of s**t state. Then, at the end of the match, I break them down with the Jericho Effect. After that, well, they kind of look like the levees in New Orleans – broken and completely useless. Seriously, Louisiana is like America’s a*****e. It has an ungodly odor and it’s where all the s**t ends up.” The fans get louder with the booing, with more hostility than the last time. But as anyone who knows Matt “The God” Seraph knows, he’s just getting warmed up.

“You think I care about your opinions? This is Louisiana, for Christ’s sake! Maybe you people should go back to playing your banjos, drinking whiskey at nine a.m., and ******** your sisters instead of entertaining the false hope that you are worthy to be in the presence of Matt Seraph!” The fans are enjoying seeing Seraph riled, but he quickly calms himself down. “As I was saying before you hicks interrupted me, tonight is a historic night for Twisted Flow. Because tonight, you ******** finally have something to do in this pathetic shithole. You know, besides watching the Saints get their sorry asses beat.” After the crack about the Saints, the crowd is completely against Seraph, and he knows this.

“I have so selflessly decided to grace Twisted Flow with my presence. As a matter of fact, you guys in the locker room should start practicing lying on your backs and counting to three, because there’s no way in hell you’re going to beat me. I’m going to be undefeated here for about a century. But try telling that to management. I talked to the chairman of FFA a few days ago and asked him for a world title match, on the grounds that I can actually draw cash and wrestle decent matches, two things nobody else in Twisted Flow seems to be able to do, but he turned me down.” The fans cheer, happy to see the arrogant superstar put in his place. “However, he never said anything about a US or Canadian title match. Shanahan, watch your back. And I’ll be watching that Canadian title battle royal very closely. I’m kind of interested to see who the transitional champion who’s going to lose to me is gonna be.”