As Donovan is about to make his exit of the arena his music abruptly cuts and the arena suddenly goes pitch black but only for a moment before the tron comes back to life and the number twenty appears on it as a countdown begins.

20 seconds and counting.

T-minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal.

12, 11, 10, 9

Ignition sequence start.

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Zero, all engine running

Lift off, we have a lift off!

Once again the arena returns to total darkness and then aloud explosion goes off on the stage and we hear the sounds of ‘Sabotage’ by the Beastie Boys fill the arena as the fans come to life once again but this time cheering. Donovan begins pacing around the ring very curious as to who it was that could possibly have interrupted him.

As ‘Sabotage’ continues playing and the fans wonder in anticipation all of a sudden they erupt into cheers, as now standing on the stage is none other then well, My wife and I (Tamara Marie Rose & The Rocket)! We come out and just stand on the ramp and I (The Rocket) begin shaking my head back and forth. Not only have I come out here with my wife but with a microphone in hand as well. The fans are naturally excited to see us standing on the ramp and as ‘Sabotage’ begins fades out, that’s really all that we're able to hear. Let’s get on with it.

“Hey down there!” I can see Donovan holding the Destruction Championship and looking very visibly pissed off. “Names Donovan right? Gosh, you know I was just standing around back there watching you on a monitor and I just could shake this weird feeling of déjà vu.” This does not amuse Donovan. “That I just couldn't shake. See you look just like some loser I told that I was coming for him and his Championship at New Years Mayhem.” The fans roar at this and Donovan goes to answer but I cut him off as I continue. “I wasn’t finished. So please allow me to finish before you chime in." I turn to my wife now as both of us are shaking our heads back and forth. "Manners, Something that seems to be lost on this generation." My wife agreeing only continues to anger Donovan more so I turn back to him and continue. "So, I got to thinking for a couple of seconds and then it hit me! That loser I thought you looked like was actually YOU!”

Donovan is now seething in the ring and looks like he’s on the verge of maybe coming up the ramp to see my wife and I who are laughing our asses off with the fans.

“Oh man, so you can imagine what I was thinking but I just had to come out here and rain on your parade because you know, I hate to be the bearer of bad news Donny but Bird man (Phoenix Winterborn, GM) ain’t gonna pick you to be the next guy in line for the big boy belt.  You have to know that deep down inside, kid.”

Donny goes to respond again but I cut off my throwing my hand up in a stop motion.

“Because you’ve got other plans and they involve…” I begin looking around and behind me and then I look down at the shirt I’m wearing and point to myself as I look directly at him. “ME!” I look at more serious now. “When I showed up at NYM (New Years Mayhem), I told that chick that came running up to my ride that I was coming for you and that Championship you're clutching ever so tightly right now.” Donny looks at how hard he’s clutching the Destruction Championship and lessens his grip. “I also sent you a message via twitter which you ducked and never responded to. That to me says that you are afraid of me and rightfully so because I can end your reign as Destruction Champion just as quickly as it began and that’s something I want you to remember. I told you and the rest of the world that I was coming back to this company to start at the bottom of the ladder and work my way back up to that big brass ring and my kick start is going to be ending your reign as the Destruction Champion.”

I can see Donny mouthing to me asking if I am done.

“Oh, did you have something that you wanted to say to me?”

I lower my microphone to my side and await his response.