You are sitting in the croud of another match. Then the song starts playing, the one you know and love, Chairman's Intent. The lights start to flash and up on all the screens near the wrestlers entrance. HOOK flashed across the screen. Smoke starts to fill the entrance way, and you see a figure rise from the smoke. He was well built, with a nice body and great hair. When he walked out of the smoke, the cheering was deafening, the crowd was chanting while his father, Taz, could be heard introducing his son to the crowd. "And here he is, folks! The cold harted handsome devil, Hook!" When Tyler walked out adjusting his fluffy hair and walking to the ring with a walk of sass and power. Once he got into the ring with the FTW championship belt, he handed to the ref and turned around in his corner to face away from his opponent, showing no respect. Hook and his opponent used to be friends. Now they are anything but. Jungle boy Jack Perry. Hook's tattoos shine off of his skin in the light while his muscles twitched, especially the tattoos on his shoulder blades, an eye on each shoulder blade. Then the bell rang out to start the match between Jack Perry and Hook.