The Champ is Here

Maximillian:

Maximillian Kingsley's undeniably apropos theme music started being played from every speaker with the audience's attention immediately being centered towards the entrance ramp once they were cognizant of an authority figure's interjection, exceedingly rare as they are. Currency symbols of all denomination being broadcast across the Titantron, from yen to dollar signs, heralding the shucking and jiving appearance of none other than the Main Man himself. The flamboyant General Manager striding out atop the ramp wearing his designer white suit and shimmering shades shielding his eyes and his intentions, though those could perhaps be ascertained simply from the mischievous smile brightening up his face. Out of one of his suit pockets would be fished out his microphone, the signal for his fetching theme to start petering off as he started preaching from his mountaintop.

"Holy Toledo, is it time for Summer Splash already? Sheesh this year is vanishing fast..." Maximilian gazing around in reflective melancholy with a hand in his pocket as he continued onward. "Guess this means it's that time of the year again where the Bullet Club make it a royal headache to secure challengers for their titles, which lemme tell ya...it ain't easy. Not when they take liberties booking weak-kneed dandelions as challengers for their title belts, or outright beat the snot out of those challengers backstage right before the match. Not to mention that even if they make it to the ring, they'll be staring down...er, up...a 6'6 behemoth who could probably chuck them back into catering like lawn darts..." Maximilian sighed dejectedly and motioned backward as if he's about to leave with no answer to this conundrum...before swiveling back with his award winning smile. "Which is EXACTLY why I've already arranged your challenger months in advance!!!

"An S-tier talent known only to me and my assistant in order to prevent anymore backstage chicanery on Bullet Club's part. An unparalleled game changer in the sport. However, I'm afraid she'll have to remain in the shadows until the day of the event so we don't have another Summer Splash 2020 debacle. And, just to hedge my bets and allow Ms. Tomko the opportunity to prove yourself as the conquering blockbuster of a champion you profess to be...ALL OTHER BULLET CLUB MEMBERS WILL BE BANNED FROM RINGSIDE, under penalty of immediate termination. THAT's...what I wanted to talk about. So we'll see you in Detroit, Big Time Becks. And no need to thank us for funding your trip back home, only question now is if you'll still have that title belt around your shoulder when you come back to work..." Max shrugged unknowingly, than making his exit to the sound of his theme playing and stirred speculation amongst the audience.