In the middle of what seemed like a lull period, the arena went dark, so dark you couldn't even tell that you were even blinking. Then, just as suddenly a spotlight hit the ramp, and the LAW faithful now knew there as a new wrestler debuting. Then a slow banjo solo started playing, and out came a familiar face, sporting essentially a new paint job, but still kind of eerie: Isaiah Bowen
There was a few discernible differences: the coat and hat were different, and the mask was red and shiny as an unearthed ruby. Isaiah looked around and shook his head. He entered the ring to the same "ooh ahh" response he was used too. The spotlight followed him into the ring, and Isaiah, not unlike a backwoods preacher, outstretched one hand toward the sky and the other toward the crowd, as if the Holy Spirit had hold to him. He eventually ended his display and asked for a mic:
"
My children! I welcome you all to this, my holy place, take your shoes off, if you feel the need, as the place you now stand is holy ground." The LAW crowd fell silent, they didn't know what to think of this new Isaiah, "
Why is this place holy, you may ask? Because this, my flock of wayward sheep, is where the LAW roster will find repentance of all of their misdoings in their life. I invite anyone, man or woman in that locker room, to come join me, and you will receive what your heart most desires. I ask you to REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!"
