The arena lights go out. There is a confusing 3 seconds of darkness and silence. All of a sudden pyros flare and immediately Metallica's "I Dissappear" booms loudly over the house speakers. Smoke billows from out of the entrance. It gives the whole arena a wierd "out of a bad science fiction movie" feel to it. I large figure emerges from the billowing smoke. "The Big Man" has arrived.

Lance Stone accompanied by a barb wire bat steps on to the stage. You can almost see the energy of the fans flowing through him. He raises his arms to his sides in a horizontal position and arches his back. Lance looks ready to go. He slowly makes his way to the ring taking in every sight and sound. slowly he climbs the turnbuckle in an almost Rock like stances and looks at the jam-packed arena and gives an evil smile. Lance hops off the turnbuckle in to the ring. He goes to the very center of the ring and looks to the fans who aren't really sure what to think of this monster of a man quite yet. He picks up a microphone from under him and holds it to his lips. He lowers it again. To examine the crown again. Slowly he raises the microphone again.

"So. The crowd doesn't know what to think. The big W4F crowd, just doesn't know what to say. Well . . . W4F has never ever seen anything like me, so . . . I guess that is understandable.. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Dangerous One . . . The Big Man . . . Lance Stone. For those of you who have not seen me in action before, know this. If you enter this ring in one piece. You will NOT . . . leave this ring in one piece. And that goes mentally or physically. Now all you morons know that I have been booked in a match. I will be contending for the second . . . richest prize in the game. The Intercontinenal Championship."

Crowd: ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE

"Trust me. The Intercontinental title is only . . . the beginning. We have all seen "Stone Cold" Steve Austin come out and talk about how he is the "top dog" in W4F and that may be so . . . but Lance Stone is coming, so beware! Lance Stone is going to CHANGE THIS LEAGUE! And soon all of you idiots will not even remember the W4F of today. All you will care about is the LANCE FUCKING STONE W4F. But that's not I've come to talk about. I have come to talk about my shot at Saturdays PPV. My match against Mr. Perfect. Mr. Perfect. If you take Lance Stone as some loser that you're just going to slap around . . . you better go to the gym. BECAUSE . . . I AM GOING TO TAKE YOUR HEAD OFF . . . STUFF IT UP REAL GOOD . . . AND THEN YOUR LITTLE CRANIUM WILL HAVE THE PRIME SPOT ON MY FUCKING MANTLE! NOW GO HOME."

Lance throws the microphone and slides under the bottom rope. He walks up the ramp with a purpose to a chorus of boo's. At the entrance he taunts the same way he did on his entrance before leaving the arena.