The lights fade to a dark red as “Firestarter” by The Prodigy blasts over the PA. As the song nears the lyrics, Pyronus runs out from backstage and throws his arms up for the crowd right as the lyrics start, setting off bursts of fire on either side of himself. The crowd is cheering loudly for one of their favorites, and as Pyronus makes his way down to the ring, he hands out Drigo keychains to fans along the barricade. As he nears the ring he picks up speed and dives under the bottom rope. He uses his momentum to transfer into a front roll which he springs out of and lands on the second rope with both feet, holding the top rope with one hand and raising his other arm for the crowd. As his music fades, he hops down and gets a microphone from the staff at ringside.
“Well, let me be the first to welcome, you, Orion, and you, the fans, to Blackout. I'm sure you'll agree with me when I say that there is truly no better show in wrestling today, and it hasn't even had one episode yet! But anyway, Orion, you want to talk about tonight's card? Well alrighty then. The first match, Maria versus Duane Anthony versus Spiral is, as you said, is a match where the winner keeps their job, the loser, well, loses their job, and the odd one out has to take off their clothing. Now, we would never see something like that on Showdown, but that's what Blackout is here for. To, well, boldly go where no show has gone before, so to speak. Then we get to share a beer, or in my case a chocolate milk, with Ty Bahr. A while after that, we find out about the Triple Crown Champion of Blackout, and why Blackout is better than Showdown. After we are educated, we get to see Stoner defend his **** Championship against Anderson, Allen Marrow and James J. You can be sure that after that match, every competitor will be feeling it in their bones. And that about sums it up.”
Pyronus suddenly looks over at Drigo, who is sitting on the apron in his corner. He stares at him for a bit, and then hits himself in the head and turns back to Orion.
“Well, Drigo just reminded me of another match that's happening tonight, and I can't believe I forgot it. I think I might need a doctor. Anyway, he enlightened me to our match tonight. And, according to him, you wanted me to tell you how the match will end. Well, dammit Glenn, I'm a wrestler, not a psychic! But, while I can't tell you what will happen, I can tell you what I think will happen. I think that you'lltry for 'The Sickness,' and fail. Then you'll try for 'The Prayer,' but it will fail too. And, if you're smart, you won't try to fulfill your 'Violent Fetish,' because then you'll get disqualified. And, after your Sickness is cured and your Prayer goes unanswered, it will be all up to me to end your misery with the Backdraft. But that's just a guess.”
The crowd, wrapped up in Pyronus' storytelling, forgets that it's only a prediction, but seems to snap back to attention after Pyronus abruptly ends his story. Pyronus tosses his microphone out of the ring to the staff, and the referee walks into the ring, ready to start the match.