Either drop tha hits like De La O or get tha fuck off that commode
Its tha sure shot, sure to make tha bodies drop
Drop and don't copy yo', don't call dis a co-op
A mist filled the entire arena, seemingly coming up from the water. A boat floated in the distance, only the black silhouette could be seen. Floating inwards, rapidly moving without making a sound or making a ripple in the water, a man could be seen. He was somewhat tall, spikes on his shoulders and armour on his chest, had a head of curly hair, most noteably like Rhyno's. The boat came to a stop, hitting the only area that did not have smoke - the inside of the giant structure.
A man stepped from out of the boat, and in through one of the revolving doors, onto the steel structure. He climbed through the ring, a mysteriously quiet air surrounding the entire area. He dropped the spikes out of the ring, and took his place in the center. Simutaniously, with a very Randy Orton-like post, all eight ring posts exploded, followed by a wall of sparks from all around the cage. The sparks ceased, and Kalvain leg his arms rest down by his sides. He stalked to the corner, and there was where he waited.
Howard Finkle: In the ring now, weighing at two hundred and twenty pounds, standing at six foot five, Kaalvaaaaaainnnn!!!
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