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The crowd was settling in their seats as the lights went out. Then an eerie drone came over the PA system that heralded a matching beat of Disturbed's Vengeful One. As the guitar riffs entered, the lights began to strobe and flicker. As the intro ended, the lights came back on and the crowd roared as a spotlight illuminated the figure of Eryrn Reich who emerged from out of the crowd. Gone was the macabre mask and garb, now replaced by a hooded sleeveless jacket and street clothes, his fists taped up and ready for a fight....the GZW destruction title wrapped firmly around his waist.

He is observing the chaos, taking in the lack of raw humanity
It's as if the entire world's fallen in love with their insanity
Hear the innocent voices scream
As their tormentors laugh through all of it
No forgiveness from all I've seen
The degradation I cannot forget

So sleep soundly in your beds tonight

He paced down to the ring and hoped over the barricades The lights go out briefly and when they come back on, he was standing on the top turnbuckle, gazing coldly out at the crowd

For judgement falls upon you at first light!

I'm the hand of God
I'm the dark messiah
I'm the vengeful one
(Look inside and see what you're becoming)
In the blackest moment of a dying world
What have you become
(Look inside and see what you're becoming)

As the chorus ends, he slowly peeled back his hood and menacingly turns his head to glare up the ramp as he hands the belt over to the official.

He paced around the ring as he waited for the ridiculous stalling from Cart to be over. He remembered what had happened last show and he did not want a repeat performance.

He grabbed a mic to address the situation. "Let's go Cart. You can mourn your dead Fox later. You have an a** whipping waiting."

He cocked his head as he ducked the throw. He felt his face burn as if he had been slapped. "Never had a friend??? I had everything! I had friends, I had family, I had titles, I had respect and YOU TOOK THAT ALL AWAY FROM ME!" He clutched the strap tighter as he waited for his opponent. "You want my title. You can have it when you pry it off my cold dead body!"

His eyes widened with a mixture of incredulousness and fury with the audacity of Cart's remarks and he felt himself tremble as he allowed the refree to attach the other part of the strap to his wrist. He did his best to calm himself. He knew this is what Cart wanted, to get him so blind with rage that he'd make a mistake. He took a few deep breathes and smiled as he rubbed his beard as he played it off.

As the bell sounded, the smile would vanish as he looked to blast Cart with a right hand that if it connected would knock the Englishman onto his pompous arse.

The crowd gasped as the right hand floored Cart and Reich shook his hand to get feeling back into it. He glowered at his fallen foe and part of him wanted to continue the punishment, but a part of him was wary of any tricks.

He took the time to turn to the nearest turnbuckle and slapped it, causing a light to bloom green above it. 1 down, 3 to go.

He kept a wary eye out for any of the cronies, especially the Butler. This was becoming almost too easy as he quickly moved on to the next corner and he slapped the buckle and moved his count up to 2.

The more the match or lack of the match went on with barely any resistance from his opponent, the more uneasy the champion got.

The other two buckles were further away and he was forced to grab the strap and drag the dead weight behind him as he closed in on number 3.