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"Introducing first, from Jamaica Queens New York, he is a representative of the Lost Tribes of Israel and the Midnight Marauders International, standing in at 5'11 and weighing 205 lbs he is the General Manager of GZW, RASTA KHAN!!!!"

It Wasn't Me plays over the P.A system as Nick Khan is pushed through the curtains on a wheelchair with a crutch across his lap and cast over his ankle by Staffmember Russo. Wearing an oversized puffy top hat with red green & yellow stripes on his head and gold chainmail with the Lion of Judah over his chest the Dead President removes a large marijuana cigarette from the mouth of his Hollywood Stunt Mask shapped in the likeness of Nick Khan.

"Yeah, except it's not a "mask" it's his face bro. You ever been to a burn ward before? Tons of people look like this you ******** MARK!!!!"

Russo stands face to face with a 13 year old boy screaming in his face as Paul Summers takes the wheel of the chair and leaves the senior member to handle business as other members of the Midnight Marauders later to be identified file out behind them. Wobbling up to his feet with his crutch as support young boys help the old man up the steps and into the ring. Hobbling into the ring he removes his hat and a tumble of fake dreads attached to the skull of the mask tumble across his shoulders. Reaching for a microphone with one hand he fishes in his pocket for a wad of paper in the other as the music dies down and a condescending, mocking chant is heard:



Red faced and flustered Staffmember Russo rolls into the ring as Rasta Khan looks left and right frantically signaling for the fans to shush their mouths as the Creative Genius cups his palms over the earholes of Big d**k Nick's rubber mask. Leaning over the Israelites shoulder to scream into the microphone in his hand Vince blows a gasket:

"Have some respect for the dead, you know what this makes me SICK! This is Nick Khan. And he became the most powerful man in the business the second our glorious leader, whose name you BESMIRCH, passed away may god rest his soul. You want to bury up dead bodies? Fine. Under our regime in GZW we will bury YOUR dead bodies bro and we'll do it under OUR rules!"

Grabbing the microphone from Russo's hand, Khan flips his synthetic extensions back over his head raising a fist in the air with a wad of paper clenched in it speaking with the affect of a guy from Jamaica and not Queens:

"After injury earlier tonight-ah, I petition board of directors for substitution and white man give it to me. Then I tell the white man the story of my people, The Midnight Marauders, how everywhere we go your chase us out of earth. You chase us out the land. So I tell the white man, I need little more than a substitution. I need some preferential treatment--HGHRRRRAAAAATTT HGHRRAAAAAAATTT"

Making a machine gun sound with his mouth he turns his neck stiffly in the mask towards the ramp his eyes gleaming under the material:

"And the white man said if it's preferential treatment you want, it's preferential treatment you get! For all you suffered, just as Zion's blood flows through my veins, just as the sun rises in the West and sets in the East, the Midnight Marauder's will have a handicap tonight. Joining Ares and myself tonight is none other than a fellow New Yorker, a fellow SHOOTER, hit the music!!!"

Blood//Water - Grandson

We'll Never Get Free
Lamb to the Slaughter
What you gon' do
When there's blood in the water?

Following the appearance of the other two Midnight Marauder members. All there was left was for the advertised face that hasn't been seen on the wrestling scene for many years.

Ares Alexander.

Making his long awaited return under some of the strangest circumstances. Not only was he returning after such a long hiatus, but he was going into a match where he was prior tag team champions with two other men from each of the sides. Adding further interest to an already interesting match. All in order to win the Gaia X-Cup!

From Chicago, Illinois. Representing the Midnight Marauders. Weighing in tonight at at 207 lbs. Ares Alexander!

Making his way to ringside, he would meet up with the man who recruited him for this match. Extending a hand, he would firmly shake with Nick Khan. Smiling at the crowd who were excited to see the return, but taken aback by the weird interaction there.

Breaking his hold, Ares Alexander would make his way past Nick Khan, climbing the stairs, and entering the ring to offer a handshake to his other partner. A true wrestlers wrestler, Little Guido.

Smoke began to build below the feet of Ramona after she pointed to the center stage. A slow melodic harmony would flow over the arena through the PA System. The crowd knew it was bound to happen, but didn't expect it would take this long and be on a different stage than WWF:G. But here it was.

Left Alone: Zero 9:36

I feel your hands latched on my throat
Why do I keep you close to me?
How many times do you think I'll swear
That I'll keep coming back
Even though you won't care
Until I'm gone
I'll watch you wish upon a mega star
And in the end we'll fall
Across the sky to give you everything
You ******** wanted all
Is this the part where you keep begging me to just accept your flaws
Your ******** faults

The build of the song would happen leaving the fans on the edge of their seats, waiting for the breakdown to occur. And when it did, they would not be left disappointed as once the breakdown occurred the man himself appeared. The original Apex member. The Archangel. The Initiatior. Trent

The crowd would explode out of their seats. Cheering for the man who has been gone for many months since he had suffered his injuries at Wrestlemania against Cartwright.

Trent seemed in great form as he was all smiles despite some of the men who caused him to go away being here tonight. One even being a man who recently took the championship and hospitalized his friend Avari, Omen.

Not only that, but Trent had his former half of his tag team championship in another corner opposing him. Despite that, he was in great spirits because he was back home. Back to doing what he loved after almost having it taken from him.

Trent would take it all on in on the top of the stage, before pointing to Ramona who would also get an ovation as Apex, after being gone and diminished, had returned in some form.

With that, the duo would begin to head down the ramp. Despite this being for the X-Cup. It was obviously this match was going to be a very personal affair for everyone, including Trent. Leaving the fans unsure of what to expect to happen when there is so many loose ends all across the board.

Apex would make their way to ringside. Walking along the outside as the ring was already inhabited, and was bound to get more full as they weren't the last ones making their entrance here tonight.

Ramona paced outside the ring, the serpentine desire to inflict violence sparking. Especially since Butler was involved. Cartwright's toadie. Her muscles were coiled and tight as she waited for the fighting to start, eyes bouncing between all opponents.

Ramona feels the collision of cast against the back of her skull. She stumbles forward, and clings at the back of her skull for a moment before shaking off the blow and starting to turn around.