Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer
- Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode
Tonight, the casino in London is busy. People from all over the country have come here to stake everything they have on one roll of the dice or one flip of the card.
Tonight, blinded by bright lights and cheap alcohol, people will wager their livelihoods on the hope that the next spin will be the one that makes their dreams come true. In the end, though, these are just hollow fantasies and the reality is that these people are just going to leave here drunk, disappointed and destitute.
Tonight, the miracle they're searching for won't be found on a casino table, but for now they're oblivious to that and, for the most part, to each other. Gamblers move from table to table, doubling down and anteing up with little regard to one another and yet, when two new faces enter the room, everyone takes notice.
The two people, a man and a woman, carry themselves with a confidence that suggests they are not here to find some get-rich-quick scenario. Their style of dress implies that they don't need to make it big at the craps table. The woman wears a sparkling gold dress, her hair and makeup flawless, and as she shimmies across the casino floor, people call out "Maria" to try and get her attention, but her gaze is fixed solely upon her man.
Striding beside her in a brand new suit, complete with Cuban fedora hat and sunglasses, Mike Bennett is the picture of confidence. When he reaches a table he picks up someone else's dice just for fun, holds it long enough for Maria to blow on it for good luck, rolls it and without waiting to see the outcome, he keeps walking, huge smile spread across his face. He already knows the result. As the Bennetts reach the elevator, a huge cheer erupts from the table. Someone just won big, thanks to the handsome couple. Was it luck? No, it was The Miracle.
Pro wrestling ratings? Rock bottom. Pay-Per-View buys? Dwindling by the month. Hope for the future? None. Wrestling has long needed someone to pull it kicking and screaming into a new age of prosperity. Wrestling needs a miracle. Spend five minutes with him and you'll know, Mike Bennett is that miracle.
You see, people like to think that they can make up their own minds, that they can choose who to push to the top, but the truth is, they long for someone to lead them. They long for a charismatic preacher to gather them together and fill them with hope, to make them stand up and say loudly, "Yes, I believe in miracles." In Mike Bennett, the congregation of Impact Wrestling has found their savior.
As he stands on the balcony of his casino penthouse looking out over the city lights, Bennett knows that turning people into believers is not enough, that the end goal is the same as it's always been: to become World Heavyweight Champion, to drag pro wrestling into a new era, to create a new Kingdom – a Kingdom of Miracles that he will reign over.
He has surveyed the landscape and knows that there are those who will oppose him. After all, every great messiah has his detractors, but he knows that it's only a matter of time before they all believe. As Maria pours two glasses of champagne and slips into something more comfortable, Bennett stretches his arms into the cold night and shouts...
"Do you believe in miracles?"
... and from below the response comes...
"Yes, we do."
Bennett smiles and turns back toward his beautiful wife. They clink glasses and make a toast to their future Kingdom.
If you're not yet a believer, you will be soon. The Miracle is happening.