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The curtain at the top of the ramp opened slightly, before a figure emerged, quite small he was, jeans enveloped his bottom half, whilst his top half was left unclothed, revealing a muscled torso. It would become apparent this was a very skilled person, as he hopped into the ring with no more than a slight grunt. His mouth opened, a vice slipping forth, to meet the microphone in his hand, a rough voice it was: one of someone maybe of a scottish nature. "I.. am Damage.. and I'm issuing an open challenge, whoever wants one can have an asskicking". With that he left, the microphone hit the mat outside the ring, followed shortly by a glob of phlegm, as he slapped the hands of the fans