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~The lights flicker on and off, and a new version of an old song comes to life on the speakers. The music plays for a while, and the lights stablize to an orange hue as a man unknown to X-Force Entertainment enters the stage. His cowboy hat is pulled down low over his eyes, and he is wearing a filthy muscle shirt. He seems confident as he walks down to the ring, despite his lack of size. Half way down the ramp, he stops, and removes his hat, revealing shoulder length brown hair and pierced lips, before he puts his hat on a little kid. Walking three more steps, he turns back, and takes his hat back as the crowd boos at him for the joke. Finally the stranger makes it to the ring, and climbs into it without flash or flair. He pulls a microphone out of his back pocket and brings it to his lips.~
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The Stranger: It's good to see adoring fans again.
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The crowd boos him again to his pleasure. Smiling, he continues.
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The Stranger: You see, I've been making cameos in regional federations the past few months, and you just don't know how dizzying places like those can be. I even ran one for a while, maybe you've heard of it...na that's dead and buried.
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~The Stranger pauses momentarily to think.~
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The Stranger: I suppose I should introduce myself as Zolea Vipper to you...Wait I just did.
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~Zolea chuckles at his own lame joke, as the crowd is getting restless with him.~
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Zolea: To the point of all this... I challenge any of you champions in the back. Not for your precious gold, mind you. I may not be the biggest nor the baddest man, but win or lose, you'll walk away with a limp. That is the point of this.
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~Zolea tosses aside the microphone and awaits who ever comes forward to face him in his debut match.~
