~Quan's music plays and his familiar video introduction is shown on the big screen. However the crowd quiets down as the Mongolian madman does not appear. However his trademark barbecue is wheeled into place at the top of the entrance ramp~
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~Suddenly the lights in the arena drop and the sound of a giant gong can be heard through the arena. The gong strikes again and a single spotlight focuses on the entrance way to show Quan in silhouette, his traditional Mongolian costume easily recognizable~
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Reggie: "It appears a change of pace for our Aggression champion. He normally comes storming down to the ring."
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Brandon: "Yes Reggie, I can hardly make him out in this low light but he appears to be carrying something in his right hand."
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~Quan holds his right hand up and with his left lights a cigarette lighter. The small flame shows that it is a clear bottle with a rag stuffed in the neck that Quan holds. As the flame comes closer to the bottle it is clear. Quan is holding a homemade petrol bomb!! The bottle is lit and Quan lobs it high in the air. It loops high above the crowd before landing square on the grill. The barbecue now roars with fire sending a mushroom cloud high into the arena. The lights come up as Quan makes his way into the ring extravagantly slapping hands with all the fans at ring side~
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Reggie: "You have to love Quan. Going all out for the big occasion. Petrol bombing his own barbecue and whipping the crowd into a real frenzy before his title defense tonight."
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Brandon: "I only know one person who will not be impressed by all the theatrics and that is gustave1er. If the self appointed ‘king of XFW’ feels his nose is put out of joint by all the showmanship then he may have extra motivation tonight."
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Reggie: "Nomad verses Royalty tonight a match that I think is too close to call."
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