At that very moment the lights dimmed out and the all too familiar trademark images that symbolized the Forbidden Champion's arrival formed in flames as the hue of the lights in the arena slowly transformed into a crimson hue from it's normal one to the tune of Van Halen's "Running With The Devil." The flames from burning symbol slowly began to rise until suddenly a fiery explosion shocked, startled, and thrilled the audience and out of the flames stepped the Forbidden Champion and reigning DWF Intercontinental champion.
Devil's hair is grown out and longer than usual and his face paint is the crimson blood red as always with the highlights far less detailed and artistic than usual. Inspired by the vision of Christopher Nolan's Joker as well as Health Ledger's portrayal of the character his highlights were very similar barring the horns and tail Devil always added to the top and bottom of the eye highlights. He wears an black t-shirt that has an comic book style drawn image of masses of beautiful women from all walks of life, all nationalities, occupations, etc. However each of them have the highlights he has on his face paint on their mouths and eyes. The most striking visual of the t-shirt is not just the highlights painted on their faces or even the europhic zombie-like stare of ecstasy on their faces it's the highlight of a smile painted on their front of their clothes directly over the pubic area. Another well thought out design by Devil himself.
With a microphone already in his hand, he raises it to his mouth and casually slides his hand in the pocket of his jeans as he rolls his head around thoughtfully before speaking.
"Let it never be said that I "hog the spotlight" or "don't give other talent a chance to shine" because in my absence the DWF has been a snore fest to say the least! The ratings have just tanked and it's been so damn quiet you could probably hear crickets. So it's time for the sole source of explicit entertainment in this GODS FORSAKEN PG Era of professional wrestling to start running things once again!"
The crowd cheers for the most part, despite the fact he didn't really care. He knew he could never please all of these fans nor did he try to or care to try. In his mind, either they were one of the Forbidden or just another lost mortal puppet. Either way he was going to do things his way and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do about it. Not even Devilz Child...
He smiles and points at the ring, "Well look who it is everybody, it's Devilz Child!"
Taking a moment to listen to the fans cheers of joy he laughed before going forward with what he was about to say.
"Devilz Child. Sakkara. I have to admit you are everything you say you are in this ring. I've never disputed that. But I've got to tell you, I never thought I'd see you "conform" for the masses of humanity. I've been there, done that, didn't work out. It's well noted and documented. But let me be honest with you, Sakkara. I've always sort of looked up to you even though you think of me as some kind of sick, perverted, freak who doesn't deserve to be at the top of this company or this business."
He shrugged with a slight frown, arching his eyebrow, "You're entitled to your opinion. You can join the rest of the rest of the haters if you please, but there is one thing I can honestly say that I have that you don't."
He paused for a moment, lowering his voice and his tone. "Peace of mind. I tried to be what these people and this company and countless other "creatures" thought I should be. I tried to deny who I am and what I am for longer than I can remember. Now I'm not saying I know who you are or what you are deep down but I AM saying that you're NOT JUST ONE OF THEM!" He points to the crowd, a sneer crossing his painted face.
"You're not one of them. Even if your self loathing and denial has driven you to the point where you actually want to be. You can talk about me "not being relevant" and "pretending" but I'm here to tell you that you're wrong on both accounts. I more than relevant I'm DOMINANT." Taking the Intercontinental title from around his waist and holds it up over his head with a deadly stare directed right at her.
"And I'm not "pretending" anymore. I am what I am. I am the Forbidden Champion and that means while the mortal masses deny themselves or flat out lie to themselves the pleasures of this world my strength emanates from embracing them. You see, I'm not a "bad guy" or a "villain" like so many condemn me to be. I am simply the voice that challenges us all to question the so-called "rules" and "standards" and "morals" you govern your existence with. I challenge everyone to ask themselves whether they are truly in control of their lives or whether they are simply puppets to those in power passing down what is "acceptable" and what is not. While the title "Forbidden Champion" may imply I am some kind of vile or evil entity others who are not so blinded by falsehoods and lies see I am simply more free of the shackles most can not ever escape because they are either too weak minded or too lost in the lies of a society founded on contradictions and lies!"
Running his fingers through his long dark hair, he points directly at Devilz Child, "I'm not the same Devil you've known me to be before and you're not the same Sakkara I used to know you to be. You've become disillusioned and lost in the facade of mortality. You're a demoness and not just anyone demoness you're the Princess of Hell itself! I know you being the stubborn ass bitch you are will never admit to how weak minded you've become by being Kade's "Old Lady" but it's written all over your face. However, being the Forbidden Champion, I will lift the curse that humanity has plagued your existence with. I will awaken your inner most self and unleash if not resurrect the true Devilz Child from the ashes of this shell of her former self!"
He slowly walks down the ramp, climbs up the ring steps, and steps between the ropes to enter the ring and meet Devilz Child face to face. Slinging the Intercontinental championship over his shoulder, he steps forward showing no fear or intimidation.
"I see the real you scratching and clawing to get out. You see, while pleasure is my specialty it's a well known fact your specialty is destruction. What is different about the here and now is that I'm on top of the mountain and now you're the one trying to knock me off. Sadly, while you are THIS..." He looks her up and down with a pitiful glance, "You haven't got a chance in Hell to do anything but make me laugh. Let's not fool ourselves either, I may not be the "champion" yet but Seth is just another name on a list of the best this company and industry has to offer that I have conquered. I am the supreme champion of this company and no one can deny this fact. It is already a foregone conclusion you and I will clash but I don't want you like this. I want all you were and more so when I defeat you there will be no disputing my "relevance" to you or anyone else."
A dark smirk crossed his painted face, "It amazes me that you call my Queen and my Jestress whores simply because they liberate themselves from the same foolish notion of "mortality" these mortals lie to themselves of having despite their basic nature you have so foolishly adopted. It's no wonder your father is so disappointed in you. The Heir of Hell ignorant to the power of Lust is tragic."
