Cut the music!
Are you kidding me? All of you in the crowd chanting my name should listen up, as should a few of you in the back. Its time for a sit down. I signed a very generous contract to come work here, not generous to me I might add as its one without a god damn salary too. I have a few meetings, say hello to a few of the guys, yadda yadda yadda. Whatever. Doesn't matter.
Y'see, a few months ago, Limpids little lady Sophie, she singled me out and told me I was to be crowned the inaugural VT World Champion, she even gave me assurances I'd be main eventing, even get my chance to make it to the top and get a title shot should the title be rescinded from my finely tuned waist.
Well I guess a lot can happen in a few days. I haven't heard from Sophie in a while. Belt taken from me. I inevitably got screwed in my match again that talentless, perverted slob Rob and then to top off a just real swell time it looks like the main event is too good for me now.
Well I'm done with this crap. Done with suits, hacks and disappearing little lady's promises. I'll take my chances when I see fit.
A message to you idiots in the crowd, a message to you in the back and a message to you at HQ. Sleep with one eye open. I'll be around. Its time.