Gravy Boy is sitting in his favourite armchair in the firelight and tucking in to a giant yorkshire pudding smothered with thick bisto gravy. There is a bottle of vintage sprout wine on a pedestal to his right, and a crystal cut glass full of said wine next to it. He stops for a moment to savour the pudding and sip a little wine.
Gravy Boy: Now my debut in the tag team world may not have gone down well, and I may have gone out of the championship due to some foul play I am sure. There is one thing however that you can be sure of, and that is that I will beat Booger in my next fight. The doubters will be crushed and again i shall stake my claim on this place.
Gravy Boy finishes off his pudding and he gives a little tinkle on a bell and his butler comes in to the room to take away the plate. Gravy Boy sips a little more wine and stares into the firelight...
Gravy Boy: Now my debut in the tag team world may not have gone down well, and I may have gone out of the championship due to some foul play I am sure. There is one thing however that you can be sure of, and that is that I will beat Booger in my next fight. The doubters will be crushed and again i shall stake my claim on this place.
Gravy Boy finishes off his pudding and he gives a little tinkle on a bell and his butler comes in to the room to take away the plate. Gravy Boy sips a little more wine and stares into the firelight...