The lights drop, and a series of spotlights are cast upon a spot on the stage as the familiar sounds of "I want my M...T...V..." echo eerily throughout the arena. A chair is shown rising up from the stage with a man seated in the chair. The chair comes to a stop just as the synth builds to the climax, and the guitar solo kicks in. The man raises his head, and a smirk comes across his face. Phoenix Winterborn looks out on the crowd, who are greeting him with raucous cheers. Standing up, and clasping the chair shut, Phoenix sets his sights on the ring in front of him. The ring announcer is on cue with the microphone, as Phoenix starts making his way towards the ring, interacting with the fans