Within a few seconds, the lights shut off; as a result catching the fans by surprise. The pitch black stadium was filled with only the lights shunned by flashing cameras. "Praise the Lord!" A spotlight was turned to the center of the ring. White smoke covered the arena, but more importantly there was a figure in the squared circle. Planted on his knees, with arms spread out, Farooq was there. The crowd gave a mixed reaction, though was mostly positive. The superstar soaked in the reaction from the crowd, before making his way to his feet. Standing, he remained his pose with keeping his arms open and starring off into the spotlight. The ring announcer walked into the ring, handing Farooq a microphone. The music would die down, but the spotlight and white smoked remained. Taking a second to walk in a circle, the wrestler chuckled. His garments were of a white suit, white dress shoes, a gold Rolex on his right wrist and diamond earrings. "Praise the Lord!" Farooq yelled out. Loud Pop. "It has been too long, IWT, too long! Now, I know what you're all thinking, just what have I been doing? My face hasn't been in movies, hasn't been on magazines, no more fashion magazines... So where has Farooq been?! I'll tell you!" He said, climbing onto to the turnbuckle, starring off to the crowd. "I've been conquering! I've been improving! No more movies, I wanted more, I wanted passion, I wanted: Wrestling!" Loud Pop. "Minor circuits, to international companies, I've pushed myself! To the top of each one, I wanted a challenge, I wanted a challenged that could satisfy no other, but them, those companies couldn't satisfy me. I wanted to come to the best, to the greatest wrestling organization in the WORLD!" Loud Pop. "The best organization, with the best fans!" "Farooq! Farooq! Farooq!" Farooq waited for the crowd to die down before continuing, "So I came back, home. I came back, with a prophecy, one that I found out long ago. That I, am the greatest, that I, am the Lord of Wrestling, a God in this sport!" Mixed reaction, most confused. "You don't think so? Think about it. Do I ever take cheap shots? No. Foot on the ropes? Nope. Interference? Nada. Know how I win? Submission, pinfall! The real way a competitor should be! Do I lose? Sometimes. What do I do? Improve and beat the hell out of the man, who dared to give me that L! With a..." He rose his hand in the air, raising each finger as he counted: "One!" "One!" "Two!" "Two!" "Three!" "Three!" Loud pop. Farooq stood in the center, with a smirk planted on his lips. "But enough of me, I know what everyone wants. They want to see the return of Farooq, in action!" He spoke, pointing to the stage. "That's why I am issuing personally, a open challenge!" Loud pop. "Anybody who thinks they can step in the ring with the most talented, most attractive, most tactical being in this company, then come out here! Challenge me! Challenge, the Lord! Though... Maybe the locker room lost that fire. I doubt anyone would have the courage to come out here, and try to prove me wrong." He spoke with a smirk.