The Rise of the Unknown Soldier Seraph and Hood looked to do battle. Each one trying to impress the power-that-be and get called up to the main roster. Hopefully, with fanfare. The massive man was like a pillar of strength, as he stood in the corner just cracking his knuckles. Across the ring, Hood was pacing back and forth, anxious to do battle. With things looking to start, the referee called for the bell. *DING* *DING* *DING* The two warriors began to circle and just when they looked to lock horns, the entire arena went dark. The lights began to flicker like flashes of lightning with the tron displaying graveyard being turned into a swamp by pouring rain. The camera made its way through the cemetery, stopping on a single headstone. Everyone's eyes were focused on the tron and they watched a black figure rise up from the rain-soaked ground. A white left eye and a red star on the chest of the figure stood out against the darkned figure. With the lights slowly coming back up, focus returned to the ring and the crowd watched on in shock, as the soldier in the metal mask was now standing in the middle of the ring. He slowly raised his head, bringing his line of sight from the mat to the crowd. Not one to be shown up by some newcomer, Hood wasted no time in approaching the unknown soldier. "Tryin' to show me up, motherfucker?" Hood asked sharply and reached out to grab the intruder. Poor decision... In one motion, the soldier batted away Hood's arm and delivered a roundhouse to the gut, which took Hood's legs out from under him. Despite the air being gone from his lungs, Hood tried to push himself up. Tried being the operative word, as he was put down for good with a vicious tomahawk like elbow to the back of the head. The capacity crowd was still cringing from the horrifying impact of each of the soldier's strikes when he slowly turned to see the massive Seraph standing in the middle of the ring. The bloodthirsty monster was itching to show the main roster how bad he truly was and this was his chance to prove it. Without warning, the soldier rocketed towards the big man. He slipped under a wild right hand and exploded off the middle rope with his right foot, rotating in air to deliver one of the most brutal forearm strikes jOlt had ever witnessed to Seraph's jaw. Seraph's lights were nearly out, as he stumbled backwards and fell to one knee. He had to place a hand down on the mat to stay upright, but it only left him in perfect position for what was to come. CRACK!!! An unglodly sound to accompany one nightmare of a strike. A shining wizard of epic proportions put the big man down indefinitely. The unknown soldier stood over his prey, as the lights once again went out. With no sights to distract them, a young woman's voice reached everyone in attendance. "Remember that all through history, there have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they seem invincible. But in the end, they always fall. Always." -Mahatma Ghandi. The lights soon returned and the crowd found the soldier nowhere to be found.