Blinding lights flash throughout the arena, the opening riffs of his theme song are heard, and once the noise dies down, Distor is standing in the middle of the ring.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The mighty leader of the Revolution walked into Final Stand with a title match, and walked out with... well, a fair bit of embarrasment."
The crowd begins cheering to this statement, some boos are still heard however.
"And now, UNWA has a new Prestige Champion.... Choirboy!"
"How does it feel Timelord... to have lost not only your chance at getting a title, but to have lost it to a former Revolution member. But I guess when your opponents consist of a boy and a gambler, anything could happen."
"Don't worry though. All is not lost. Even if you are now last in line to get another title shot, there are still people that want to have a go at beating you up...."
Distor hands up a hand and begins ticking each group of people he says off.
"Lesse here... The anti-rev portion of the crowd.... half the UNWA roster.... at least one VGM... and whoever happens to be watching this at home... but before all them, before they manage to get their hands on you, there is someone else that wants to fight you.... Me."
"So, how about you come on out here, and we'll get this little shindig underway, yeah?"