Suddenly a thunderous detonation initiates the beginning of Ramms†ein – Feuer Frei! The crowd starts booing at the sound of this. The titantron shows some moves and great moments of the man, who, after some time, slowly advances from behind the curtains. He stops at the top of the ramp, looks around aware of the huge mass in the arena; also aware of the fact that everybody is jeering at the top of their voice. He just smiles and raises both of his arms in a clear “come here”-gesture. Then he slowly makes his way to the ring. He gets up the steel steps and enters the ring over the second rope. In the ring he immediately calls for a microphone, and as he gets it, the crowd, that got silent before, again starts with its chanting and booing.
Valumart: Ok, now shut up!
The crowd just keeps booing and jeering at Valumart.
Valumart: You should bring me more respect! After all, I am your future Maniac Heavyweight Champion!
The crowd laughs and keeps on booing.
Valumart: Oh, well. I actually don’t really care whether you listen or not. What I am about to say, actually just concerns me and El Cometa!
The crowd now stops its noise.
Koko: Smart move there by Valumart. To say, that what he is about to say concerns him and the champion only, was bound to attract their attention.
Valumart: Well Cometa…Your victory over Jango last Monday was actually almost impressive, I have to admit. Or at least it would have been, if not for the fact we all know, the fact that you’ve intrigued against me with this pathetic lot of losers I interrupted the last PPV! But I have to tell you: Your plan has failed! One half of these 4 idiots I’ve already finished, Jango is up later this evening, and as to Steams…well, you can imagine it hurts when you slip over some bottle and your head bounces off unprotected of a baseball bat that is lying around in the locker room. He is on the way to the hospital, and I am afraid the doctors won’t let him go till next Monday.
The crowd erupts in a chant of boos at this news.
Koko: Now we know what really happened there in the locker rooms after Valumart excluded the public earlier this night! This cheating bastard!
Valumart: I don’t know, Cometa, whether you get what I’m saying…you don’t look like a smarty-pants to me. What I was saying is: Despite all of your tries to prevent it, I’m going to face you in one week’s time at the Asylum-ppv! Or, even simpler, especially for you: Next week, me title.
He starts laughing, but the audience does not agree and keeps booing, waving with signs that say “Valumart, go home!”, “El Cometa Jalapeno is MCW!” and even one, which shows Valumart’s head stuck on the Wheel of Misfortune!
Valumart: Damn. You should buy yourself some humour, this was funny! Anyway, as I said, Steams is out next Monday. You obviously know, I was supposed to fight him there. Umm…what now? Exactly: I’ve successfully eliminated another one of your advantages! Don’t think I did not see it. I don’t know whether you get this, but usually it is not considered fair, that the challenger has to still fight the show before the ppv, while the champ gets another night off. But now this has changed! Now I get a night off, and I’ve even asked Mr McBang to put you into a match at the supershow.
The crowd’s reaction could hardly be more negative. For a few seconds nobody is able to hear anything in the arena any more for all the whistles and boos.
Koko: Well, Valumart, I think this is the reaction you could expect! This is the respect you've earned youself here! What a douchebag!
Valumart: SHUT UP! I earn respect. And at the latest next Saturday you’ll know why. Because I am just the best wrestler in this fed. And because Cometa will lose the title to me!
He makes attempts to continue speaking, but the Sound of the Crowd just got to loud. After some feeble attempts he gives it up and throws the mic back towards the commentators table. Then he looks to the titantron and makes a clear gesture indicating where the belt in his opinion is going to rest in a weeks time, then he slowly leaves the ring, still followed by the yells of the crowd.
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