{setting up a match for the next show maybe? I imagine you have quite enough material for the first show match-wise}
Three spotlights search around the crowd, finally converging on the entrance ramp, focusing on the figure of Joey Diamond. Dressed in a long leather coat, Joey looks around, soaking in the atmosphere of his new home.
There are some cheers, mainly from a horde of teenage ring rats, but the arena slowly fills with a crescendo of boos and cat calls.
Joey Diamond: Ladies! Your world is about to change forever!
They call me the Lady Thriller!, the Man Killer!
I am the new future of Squared Circle Terror!
I. Am. Joey. Diamond!
The cacophony of boos and jeers grow as Joey walks down to the ring and slides under the ropes. Standing in the ring, he addresses the audience again.
Joey Diamond: Gentlemen! That noise you are making is the inevitable sound of jealousy and desperation.
You know, now, that you can never again satisfy the lady by your side.
You know that when you go to bed tonight, she may be holding you, but she is thinking of me.
That is your new reality.
That is the future of Squared Circle Terror
The camera pans to an attractive couple in the audience, the man questioning the woman and the woman shrugging and blushing.
Joey Diamond: For those of you too stupid to have followed my career to date, let me give you a heads up...
There are three inevitabilities in life.
Death
Taxes
A title belt around my waist
In every federation I have blessed with my presence, I have worn championship gold.
My speciality?
Joey shrugs his coat off his shoulders to show his perfectly toned body. He poses for the crowd, exciting the ring rats to even higher levels of screaming excitement.
Joey Diamond: Ladies, be sure that when I say I'm a hardcore specialist ... it's in all meanings of the word!
Joey smirks and throws his coat out of the ring and raises the mic to his lips to continue when the attention of the audience switches to the entrance ramp. Standing there, listening to Joey, is Black Panther!
The audience gasps as the self-proclaimed Phantom walks slowly down to the ring, flanked by the sleek, menacing figure of his pet panther.
Joey backs away, his face a mix of shock and confusion.
Black Panther climbs into the ring, leaving his panther prowling around the apron.
Blackpanther stares intently at Joey Diamond and when Joey looks like he is about to speak, he speaks.
Blackpanther: You have made a mistake, Joey Diamond.
These people do not care who you are or what you have achieved before.
They do not care what you promise to do, they only care what you do. Here. Now.
And all I see here is another no-talent import with more mouth than skill.
Here, we believe actions speak louder than words.
Joey raises an eyebrow and raises his mic.
Joey Diamond: Excuse me? Who are you again?
Blackpanther: I am the phantom of the night, I am Black Panther.
Joey Diamond: You went there? You really went there?
You call yourself 'Black Panther' and you come down to the ring with an actual, real Black Panther?
Well, I'll tell you one thing T'challa - thats not impressive, thats tacky
I mean really really tacky.
Tacky...
Blackpanther: You need to be taught some manners
Joey Diamond: (laughs) This is where you challenge me to a fight right?
Where we throw it down, here and now?
And that, my animalistic friend is why you curl up at night with your four-legged friend there
Whilst I will have my choice of these fine ladies
You have no showmanship.
No panache
No style
I will fight you, but not here, and not now.
For the brutalisation you are about to suffer, we need a little time to gain the full ... exploitation.
Until then, for the love of Tarzan, get rid of the panther?
Joey slides out of the ring and walks backwards up the ramp, laughing and shaking his head.
Three spotlights search around the crowd, finally converging on the entrance ramp, focusing on the figure of Joey Diamond. Dressed in a long leather coat, Joey looks around, soaking in the atmosphere of his new home.
There are some cheers, mainly from a horde of teenage ring rats, but the arena slowly fills with a crescendo of boos and cat calls.
Joey Diamond: Ladies! Your world is about to change forever!
They call me the Lady Thriller!, the Man Killer!
I am the new future of Squared Circle Terror!
I. Am. Joey. Diamond!
The cacophony of boos and jeers grow as Joey walks down to the ring and slides under the ropes. Standing in the ring, he addresses the audience again.
Joey Diamond: Gentlemen! That noise you are making is the inevitable sound of jealousy and desperation.
You know, now, that you can never again satisfy the lady by your side.
You know that when you go to bed tonight, she may be holding you, but she is thinking of me.
That is your new reality.
That is the future of Squared Circle Terror
The camera pans to an attractive couple in the audience, the man questioning the woman and the woman shrugging and blushing.
Joey Diamond: For those of you too stupid to have followed my career to date, let me give you a heads up...
There are three inevitabilities in life.
Death
Taxes
A title belt around my waist
In every federation I have blessed with my presence, I have worn championship gold.
My speciality?
Joey shrugs his coat off his shoulders to show his perfectly toned body. He poses for the crowd, exciting the ring rats to even higher levels of screaming excitement.
Joey Diamond: Ladies, be sure that when I say I'm a hardcore specialist ... it's in all meanings of the word!
Joey smirks and throws his coat out of the ring and raises the mic to his lips to continue when the attention of the audience switches to the entrance ramp. Standing there, listening to Joey, is Black Panther!
The audience gasps as the self-proclaimed Phantom walks slowly down to the ring, flanked by the sleek, menacing figure of his pet panther.
Joey backs away, his face a mix of shock and confusion.
Black Panther climbs into the ring, leaving his panther prowling around the apron.
Blackpanther stares intently at Joey Diamond and when Joey looks like he is about to speak, he speaks.
Blackpanther: You have made a mistake, Joey Diamond.
These people do not care who you are or what you have achieved before.
They do not care what you promise to do, they only care what you do. Here. Now.
And all I see here is another no-talent import with more mouth than skill.
Here, we believe actions speak louder than words.
Joey raises an eyebrow and raises his mic.
Joey Diamond: Excuse me? Who are you again?
Blackpanther: I am the phantom of the night, I am Black Panther.
Joey Diamond: You went there? You really went there?
You call yourself 'Black Panther' and you come down to the ring with an actual, real Black Panther?
Well, I'll tell you one thing T'challa - thats not impressive, thats tacky
I mean really really tacky.
Tacky...
Blackpanther: You need to be taught some manners
Joey Diamond: (laughs) This is where you challenge me to a fight right?
Where we throw it down, here and now?
And that, my animalistic friend is why you curl up at night with your four-legged friend there
Whilst I will have my choice of these fine ladies
You have no showmanship.
No panache
No style
I will fight you, but not here, and not now.
For the brutalisation you are about to suffer, we need a little time to gain the full ... exploitation.
Until then, for the love of Tarzan, get rid of the panther?
Joey slides out of the ring and walks backwards up the ramp, laughing and shaking his head.
