The lights dimmed in the JWF Thunder arena as the show's opening pyro blazed across the stage. The crowd was still buzzing from last week's chaos, but the atmosphere shifted as Chang Toriyaki's theme hit, and he walked down to the ring with a purpose. Dressed in his trademark suit, his expression was unusually serious, signaling to the audience that something big was about to unfold.
Chang entered the ring, taking a microphone as the crowd quieted down. He took a breath, casting a glance at the stage before turning his attention back to the fans.
Chang: I've been thinking long and hard about the chaos that's been unfolding in JWF. Jack McMahon, Ashley, all the power plays, all the backstabbing, and quite frankly... the delusions of power from some people.
The crowd reacted with a mix of cheers and boos, as the tension hung heavy in the air.
Chang: But I'm not out here just to talk. I'm out here to set the record straight, once and for all. You see, Jack McMahon and Ashley like to parade around here as if they run things. As if they hold all the cards. But the truth is... they're nothing more than mascots.
The crowd gasped at the bluntness of Chang's statement.
Chang: That's right. Jack McMahon. Ashley. Each of them, even me, only own 10% of this company. Nothing more. They're not in charge. They're not the real power behind JWF.
The crowd started to murmur as the gravity of Chang's words settled in.
Chang: And the real CEO, the true owner of this company... he's ready to make his appearance.
The arena fell into a hush as everyone waited for Chang's next words. A palpable tension filled the air, knowing whoever this CEO was, their arrival was imminent.
Suddenly, Jack McMahon's theme blared through the speakers, and both Jack and Ashley stormed out onto the stage, visibly shaken.Jack: Chang, you'd better not-
Chang: Oh, don't worry, Jack. I'm not going to do anything. But he will.
Chang's words were like a trigger. Jack and Ashley exchanged a glance before turning pale, their cocky facades crumbling as they both muttered in perfect sync.
Jack and Ashley: Oh fuck.
Chad Darby: What?! Who could possibly shake Jack McMahon like this? What does Chang mean?!
The lights in the arena went dark, and the ominous sound of new music hit-something the audience had never heard before. A slow, thunderous beat echoed through the speakers as the screen lit up with one word.
SO-VE-REIGN
As the lights returned, a towering figure in an expensive black suit stepped out from behind the curtain. His presence alone commanded respect. His gaze was cold, calculating, and radiated authority. The crowd was in awe as he stood at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a slight, knowing smirk. This was the man who had been pulling the strings behind the scenes-the true CEO of JWF.
Chad: Oh my god... that's Sovereign! The man who owns JWF!
The crowd exploded in shock and awe. Sovereign made his way to the ring, exuding an aura of control and dominance with each step. Jack McMahon, unable to hold back his frustration, charged down the ramp, screaming obscenities, trying to rush the ring. But before he could get too far, security swarmed him, holding him back.