The lights in the arena, following DBR's exit flash on and off, from black to a dark red. A heavy guitar riff cuts through the awed crowd and drums pound them to the floor as The Pixies, "Where Is My Mind?" leads a group of mean onto the stage area of the entrance way.
The HWA-Tron shows pictures of death, destruction, and the American Way. Six men encircle a central man. The six henchmen are wearing a black shirt, black pants, black boots. They have their heads shaved. The central man is wearing black jeans and nothing more than that and his blonde spiked hair.
The seven men make their way into the center of the ring as the music and lights let up. The crowd buzzes in curiosity as the central man speaks into a megaphone.
Tyler: Good evening, maggots!
People begin to boo.
Tyler: I've come here, because you have...needed me. I have come here, because you wallow in your self-pity and your inundated ability for getting what you really want out of life. I am here to prove to you that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, self-improvement is masterbation!
People begin to buzz louder. Some people yell out explicatives toward the man in the center.
Tyler: To prove to you, that you need not any Ghetto Gangster pimps, that you need not any second rate, bullshit badasses. You need not the ridiculousness of Canadians running around proclaiming that it feels so good, because it very well may be oh, so right. It's time for a new world order. You know this, because Tyler knows this. This new world order...it will only exist in your mind. And you will never reach this new world order, if you're distracted by imitators and showmen only interested in the spotlight. I'm here to free your mind. I am your saviour.
However, you are not ready. This organization is not ready. No one could possibly be ready for what is to come. I will shape you from the little lumps of dough that you are, and everyone from the floor to the rafters will leave rock solid statues of Gods. The time is coming ladies and gentlemen...I can make this organization...I will make this organization into the world you want it to be. You are not your stupid catch phrases. You are not your stupid gimmicks! You are not your entrance music and light show! You are not your fucking Scott Carr! You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. I, I am your saviour. It's a new world order ladies and gentlemen. An order for the people...by the people. And there's nothing that the people of the HWA can do to stop this. HWA.......welcome to Projekt Mayhem.
The group of men slowly march up the center aisle as the audience, fed up with their right wing propaganda tosses garbage at them. The man in the center shakes his head in a disappointed fashion as they make their exit and the scene fades to a commercial break.
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