The lights in the arena suddenly flicker out, leaving the crowd buzzing.
Olympus: You'll never see it coming.
One solitary light above the ring illuminates the source of the voice; it's Olympus, standing in the middle of hte ring, mic in hand! The crowd boos vigorously, causing a smirk to form on Olympus's face.
Olympus (sarcastic): You, the devoted fans of SCT, don't like me? Oh, whatever am I to do?
The fans boo even louder.
Olympus: Ok, listen for one second.
Again, with the booing.
Olympus: The reason you are seeing me tonight; the reason I have taken control of both your visual and auditory senses, is for one reason, and one reason only. I want a title. Not just any title, either, oh no. NiXON's New Blood Championship. Somehow it's still around his waist when it should be around mine.
The fans continue to boo. One fan whips a water bottle at Olympus, who catches it deftly with his free hand. He pops the cap and takes a drink.
Olympus: Ok, who knew I was thirsty? Needed that, thanks. Anyways, back to our good buddy NiXON. I don't know how he got that title, when he got that title, or why he still has it. Maybe you're all wondering those very same things. Well I plan to put your tired little minds at ease, as I will wrelieve him of that belt. Mark my words. Any time, any place, it matters not to me. I'll fight right now if I have to. Bring it on, NiXON!
Olympus: You'll never see it coming.
One solitary light above the ring illuminates the source of the voice; it's Olympus, standing in the middle of hte ring, mic in hand! The crowd boos vigorously, causing a smirk to form on Olympus's face.
Olympus (sarcastic): You, the devoted fans of SCT, don't like me? Oh, whatever am I to do?
The fans boo even louder.
Olympus: Ok, listen for one second.
Again, with the booing.
Olympus: The reason you are seeing me tonight; the reason I have taken control of both your visual and auditory senses, is for one reason, and one reason only. I want a title. Not just any title, either, oh no. NiXON's New Blood Championship. Somehow it's still around his waist when it should be around mine.
The fans continue to boo. One fan whips a water bottle at Olympus, who catches it deftly with his free hand. He pops the cap and takes a drink.
Olympus: Ok, who knew I was thirsty? Needed that, thanks. Anyways, back to our good buddy NiXON. I don't know how he got that title, when he got that title, or why he still has it. Maybe you're all wondering those very same things. Well I plan to put your tired little minds at ease, as I will wrelieve him of that belt. Mark my words. Any time, any place, it matters not to me. I'll fight right now if I have to. Bring it on, NiXON!