Tension Teaser: Someone is Coming

(Note: this is a video promo as opposed to an actual return.  I'm still trying to figure out how to bring him back in.)

With the commercial breaks taking place and an intermission for the crowd, it was a matter of a few minutes time when something came on the large screen near the stage.  It wasn't something that the crowd may have not expected.  Even the roster may not have anticipated this.  However their have been rumors flying around about someone. . .  a veteran maybe, was indeed coming to the AFW Tension Division.  But who was it?

The screen on the stage hinted at it a bit.  Hearing the sounds of the crowd screaming in uproar and delight while the commentators highlights were included in the mix.  A lot of some kind was revealed.  An older place that seemed to have been abandoned for some time.  Remnants of a past league now moved on.   The camera reveals the deteriorating buildings bit by bit.  Hinting about what it was; who it was.

"Oh my word!  I can't believe that just happened!" the sports commentator hinted at echoing with the camera revealing the old track. The benches were showing hints of rust and the signs seemed to be weathered and worn.  A crow caws away, the sounds of thunder echoes in the horizon.  Shattering glass can be heard as the camera pans in on the destroyed fluorescent tubes and rusty, rotted tables.  "I can't believe they are actually allowing this!  I have never seen anything so brutal!" the sports commentator echoes with the wind.

The camera pans over to what appears to be the dorms.  Windows broken, hints of light shining through the old dusty halls and rotted beds.  The crowd can be heard echoing through the halls with the commentator speaking up again.  "I don't think I've ever seen anything like this before."  Memories floated from these buildings.  Memories of what used to be a very competitive and very active division.  "He tried to hang in there, but it wasn't enough. . ."  The commentator echoes as a shadow is seen walking down the old musty halls.

Panning to the run down gym much of the equipment is in dismay.  It's as though whomever own the establishment abandoned it.  The punching bag sways back and forth creaking against the wind.  A loud clang is heard with the camera showing an indentation against the old bench of what appeared to be a head.  The commentator speaks up again with the crowd cheering behind him: "Wait a minute!  He. . .  He's getting back to his feet!  Unbelievable!"

Finally, the cameras reach what appeared to be an old abandoned Arena; the grandstands cheers and chants can be heard echoing from the empty seats.  Feint at first; barely audible.  The commentator's voice echoing with the figures feel shown walking towards the old ring:

"The arms are locked in and. . . Wow!  What a slam!" The bitter sweet sounds of a body hitting the surface of the ring floor goes along with the commentators play by play.  "And he's still got a grip!  He's going for another one!"  With the camera panning along the ropes a hand can be seen gripping the worn top rope firmly as the a chant slowly builds.  At the corner apron the figures foot plants on the bottom rope with the commentators voice echoing:  "This man is almost inhuman!  What is it going to take to knock him down?!"

The screen finally goes black and the chants start to get louder and louder on the speakers.  A crowd chanting a name; a word repeatedly in rhythm.  Two words repeating over and over as the chants increase in volume but cut out before it is revealed what was being said.  Someone was coming, and the crowd awaits in anticipation for a confirmation date.