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"In light of the past couple nights on Raw, we knew that a new General Manager was needed."
"We pleaded the Raw superstars to band together after our father's injury."
"So allow us to introduce the new General Manager of Raw-"JBL's theme blared through the arena. The crowd immediately began to show their displeasure, believing that the McMahon siblings had chose JBL.
"Thank you. Thank you." JBL boasted as he walked down to the ring. The siblings shook their heads and Stephanie rolled her eyes at the businessman. JBL climbed into the ring and took a few bows to the crowd.
"You two don't have to introduce me. They-"he motioned to the crowd. "already knew I was in charge." The McMahons looked at each other and then back at JBL. Shane stepped forward, microphone at his lips.
"Actually JBL, it isn't you. Nor is it even a man." JBL's face turned from pleased to a look of utter shock. Apparently, his mind could not grasp what Shane just said. He looked towards the floor, thinking. JBL remained that way for a few seconds. He looked back up at them, anger finally appearing on his face.
"Did you just say that that it wasn't me?"
"Yes." Stephanie replied, calmly.
"And that the new General Manager was a woman?!" He exclaimed, his disgust at the idea was apparent. He shook his head, putting a hand on his hat. He put his hand back at his side, clenching his fist. JBL stomped forward to just in front of the siblings.
"What makes you think a woman can run Raw?" he asked them.
"What makes you think a woman can't?" Stephanie retorted, taking a step forward.
"The fact that it's a woman and weaker than a man." JBL replied, as if it was obvious. At ringside, King gave a small chuckle at the Wrestling God. Michael looked over at his partner with a questioning look.
"What?" Michael inquired.
King gave a laugh before he replied. "JBL better watch out or he may have the Glamazon after him too! Maybe even somebody worse!"
A video began to play on the Titantron; an old black and white picture film was shown. A trio of men were in front of what looked to be a large building. They wore the same white shirt and black slacks, along with a pair of shiny black shoes. Their hair was styled the same as well. Cut short, with their bangs at the eyebrows. Most of the people in the arena believed them to be related.
"Never, ever, ever.." They began to sing in unison. "fear the Reaper!" Their little film began to burn, leaving a pure black screen. An ominous voice began to speak; its deep tone sent a chill through the entire arena.
"Always fear the Reaper."
Killswitch Engage's 'My Curse' played through the speakers. The quiet tone at the beginning surprised the crowd. It then sped up and realization began to dawn on the older fans. They realized who the music was for, what the point of the little video was. They cheered loudly, the younger ones joining in once they were told who it was. The arena was filled with cheers and yells, all wanting to see who exactly it was. Michael and King were speechless, their mouths agape. Until King recovered and began to shake Michael lightly while yelling.
"The Reaper, Michael! It's the Reaper!"
A figure flipped down from just under the Titantron, a black cloak encasing their body. The cloak looked to belong the Grim Reaper himself, for it was tattered at the bottom and menacing to the eye. Their head turned towards one side of the arena, then towards the other. They did it slowly, as if wanting to increase the suspense. They faced towards the ring and suddenly began to run towards it. They jumped and grabbed the top rope, flipping over to land on their feet. While doing this, they had ripped off the cloak and threw it into the crowd.
Standing now, near a shocked JBL was the new General Manager of Raw. The Reaper, the previous Undefeated One, Anna.
Otherwise known as me.