A-Train stood in the ring, thinking about what Vince had told him to do. He was fighting Enigma, who had sent waves through the locker rooms when he toppled Big Show. Honestly, he now feared he would meet the same fate, but at the time he agreed to the match, the prospect of the WWE Title was overwhelming to him. The GM, Stephanie, agreed to the match with a sinister laugh. Now A-Train was waiting in the ring for his opponent.
All the lights went off. The fans cheered wildly. They heard the whispering echo of some voices over the speakers:
I am the clueless riddle. I am the anomalous mystery. I am the question with no answer. I am the one you wonder about but do not know. This is who I am; I am the Enigma.
Then, 1 blue light cut on at the top of the screen, showing a big glass window with an "X" on it. Suddenly and without warning, Merzbow's Pulse Demon blasted out through the speakers, and the glass window shattered.
Enigma walked out as the pyros around the ramp ignited, the blue flames reflecting off of his huge frame. He made his way down to the ring, the single blue light on the platform that had been used to display the glass following him down, accenting his large frame with shadows. He jumped up onto the apron, and jumped over the top rope. He stood in the center of the ring, and brushed his trench coat to the side, and drew his katana, waiting for the note. The speakers blasted out another loud note, and he stabbed the blade down onto the canvas. The turnbuckles ignited in blue flames as the crowd winced from the painful note of the song and covered their ears.
Enigma handed his stuff to someone outside the ring, and the match started. A-Train quickly tried to gain control of the match, and Enigma surprisingly let him. A-Train put him in a Bear Hug, expecting to make quick work of the so-called "juggernaut".
He looked at Enigma's face, expecting to hear screams of pain. "Ow. Stop. Please. Owie." Enigma mocked him, not even close to being in pain. A-Train, angry with his opponent who was making fun of him, let go of him and lifted him up into the air on his shoulder. He slammed down onto his knees, sending shockwaves up into Enigma's spine. Enigma only began to laugh.
A-Train dropped enigma, threw him against the ropes, and ran at him in an attempt to clothesline him. Enigma grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, sending waves of pain into A-Train's elbow joint as it was twisted.
A-Train pulled his arm free of Enigma, who only dropkicked him in the back of the head. Enigma caught himself before he hit the ground, his feet still in the air. A-Train stumbled forward, grabbing the back of his head. He turned around, ready to kill Enigma. Enigma did a back flip to stand himself up properly, and turned around and quickly did a roundhouse-kick to A-Train's jaw. A-Train was barely conscious as Enigma lifted him up.
Enigma sent him into a turnbuckle, lifted him up as if he weighed nothing, and sat him down on it. Enigma turned his back to A-Train, and grabbed his arms. He slowly climbed up, rope by rope, until he was on the third rope with A-Train on his back in his Cross-DDT position. He jumped forward, and slammed A-Train down onto the canvas. The ref came over to them, and Enigma put his foot on A-Train's chest. "1, 2, 3!" The fans cheered along with the ref as he counted the pin fall. The ref held up Enigma's hand in victory and handed him his Title Belt.
Vince was watching the match in a skybox, looking at what was left of A-Train. "Shit." He whispered to himself. He got up, and left the skybox. He accidentally bumped into someone huge, and he didn't even bother to ask if he was ok. "Watch where you're going, asshole!" He shouted at the man, and turned around to leave.
When he didn't respond, Vince began to wonder about him. He turned around, but no one was there. The man he had bumped into was nowhere to be seen. Just a small note on the floor was all that was behind him. Vince picked it up and read it, his face once again going pale. It said:
I am who you are not. I do whatever it is that you don't. I'm the one person you don't want to mess with. I'm the guy that bumped into you as you walked down the hallway. This is who I am; I am Anonymous. And you are next.
