The arena explodes as upbeat entrance music hits. A man in a colorful t-shirt and jean shorts bursts through the curtain, dog tags bouncing, military buzzcut sharp, and spinner championship belt gleaming over his shoulder. He salutes the crowd before sprinting to the ring.

THEEEEE CHAMPION IS HEEEEEEREEE! You want some? Come get some!, He throws up the "You Can't See Me" hand wave, smirking confidently. Hustle. Loyalty. Respect. That’s what I live by. And I never… never give up.