"WHAM!" The crowd gasped and shouted as Fandango's head slammed into the canvas. The dance master's body slumped to the side and was easily rolled on its shoulders under the heavy weight of his opponent.
"One, two, three!"
The referee's count and the threefold chime of the ring bell preceded the all-too familiar words that came from ring announcer Justin Roberts' mouth.
"Here is your winner: Bray Wyatt."
The hulking demon of a man rose to his feet, throwing his hands in the air. Moisture dripped from his long, wild hair, darkening his already pitch-black sleeveless shirt, the ring mat, and falling on his writhing opponent. A few strands of hair clung to his face, obstructing the wide smile he flashed to the mass of spectators watching the newest wrestling house show.
A few men cheered Wyatt as he swayed to the sound of "Broken Out in Love" booming through the air. Many other fans booed.
"Follow the buzzards!" Wyatt yelled, his giddy smile never fading. He stepped through the white ring ropes and walked to the back curtain as the referee helped Fandango to his feet.
Wyatt cleared the curtain and came up to his two associates; tall, grungy individuals that relished in causing havoc with him on a regular basis.
"I told him what would happen," Wyatt said.
"You sure did," Luke Harper said, pushing his stringy black hair back. Erick Rowan, the third Wyatt Family member, nodded his head, his expression concealed by a roughed-up sheep mask.
The three lumbered off to the locker room, passing a few other wrestlers along the way. Each of them looked unnerved, the usual reaction after the Wyatts performed. All except one. Behind a corner, a young man with a leather jacket, frazzled brown hair, and a sour scowl on his face stepped out and watched the three move along. Dean Ambrose chuckled and smirked, shuffling off toward the curtain.