<another one bites the dust plays thru the cheese dome and bpt steps out, mic in hand>
<starts to speak, stops eyeing the crowd as they cheer>
bpt: what the hell are you cheering for? you saw last week. bullshit!
this six man, bullshit. you think i give a damn? punk ass' going over. ghost hog hog going over. grimm. over. shwartz. them legs, over. my shoulders. after the match.
<now smiling into the crowd>
i don't give a shit about this match. krazed can have it. i don't want the title, what i want is revenge. name the place jm, name the time. keep your title safe jm, your security blanket, cause i don't want it. i will beat your ass, i will throw your ass over the top rope, then i will toss the cheese title to you. asleep, unconscious call it what you want after, i know you'll rest easier huggin it on outside the ring. punkass.
you think your safe cause i don't want the title maybe i won't try so hard? charlie, grimm, sammitch? no, your all just on borrowed time. i will warm up for jm by tossing you out.
<tossing the mic down the ramp bpt walks leaves>
