Suddenly “The Weapon They Fear” by Heaven Shall Burn starts blasting through the arena as the sound system hardly covers the noise of a revving engine from backstage. A flaming red Ferrari Modena appears from behind the curtains and stops at the top of the ramp. Crimson Wrath revs the engine to what seems to be his absolute limit as the pyros go off. From behind the wall of smoke and light, Crimson Wrath appears. He walks down toward the ring with a cocky grin on his face. He slides into the ring and walks to the middle of the ring, he puts a mic up to his lips.
CW: I have to say, I've been pretty disappointed lately. Weak rookies grouping together in hopes of gaining the advantage in numbers. Of course they're no threat to me, hell I'll wipe out the entire pack myself. Theres a great need for real talent, and thats why I'm here tonight. To bring forth the elite. To resurrect the group that once controlled to the company known as GWA. To assemble an armada, too powerful for one to describe. Now I realize some platinum players died with GWA. Which means we'll have to work from the ground up to achieve the glory we once had. I was never the leader type, but more like the enforcer. Now if you morons aren't catching what I'm saying here, let me explain. You see long ago there was this elite group known as the Revolution, the stable that shaped me into what I am today. Accompanied by a couple old affiliates of mine, we intend to carry on it's legacy. Now some of you might not know them, but from this night on you better damn well remember. You dirty peasants should start bowing. Let's give it to Sage and AnthraX!