The roar of the TPW audience is almost deafening, as their given the signal that the show they paid to see has ginally begun... And not just any show. A pay-Below them, and almost drowned out by the sound, the commentators are introducing themselves to the TV audience, as they’ve given up on the idea of having the live audience be able to hear them. They’re hyping up the main event, an Immortal title natch between Omega and a mystery opponent, when it comes time to introduce the opening match.
Instead of Chrono’s music, a
slow rap tune starts to play over the speakers, much to the confusion of the commentators. Ablinding white light shines from backstage onto the catwalk, and as the lyrics of this strange theme start to pick up, a figures appears on the stage. With the white light at his back, it’s impossible for the cameras to tell who he is.
The light fades, as the mysterious intruder makes his way down the catwalk.
The heat from the crowd emmanates through their jeers, as the Million Dollar son, Ted Dibiase, casually walks down to the ring. He’s clad in a custom-made powder blue Armani suit, which only serves as a reminder of what he’s told the fans in other arenas... In this economy, they have nothing on him.
He takes a microphone from a stage-hand, refusing to acknowledge him in any other way. He takes his time going up the steps, walking up to the apron, and steps in under the top rope.
He moves to the center of the ring, not waiting for the crowd to die down. He points out to the audience. “If I were you, and I paid good money for my ticket to see this show, I’d wait until the man in the ring left the stage, and then go straight home. Because let’s be honest here- you paid good money to see a quality show. You probably dug deep into your otherwise empty pockets, and took out second mortgages on your third rate houses just to come to this show and leave satisfied. And for that kind of sacrifice, you people deserve BETTER than the boring, lackluster show you’re about to be provided with.”
The heat from both the audience and the announcer’s booth intensifies, as he meets it with his trademarked untouchable smirk. “Don’t get me wrong... There are a handful of wrestlers on this card that I actually like watching. But there’s no way in hell they’ll be able to follow up the one thing you truly wanted to see. The one person you’ve been lobbying for ever since this federation began. The only thing in this entire arena that’s truly, thoroughly, and deservedly worth your money, is the Million Dollar Dream, Ted Dibiase.” As he speaks these words, he spreads his free arm, as if presenting himself. “But apparently, I haven’t been cleared to wrestle tonight. The building’s just not up to code, and if I were to actually strip out of this expensive, quite comfortable ensemble, some of the ladies in here might start setting the fire alarms off. It’s unfortunate, but it’s for your own good.” He pauses, to get the reaction of his half-assed jokes. Amongst a small chorus of boos, he mainly hears crickets. Not that he cares.
“And now that you’ve seen me, now that you’ve already eaten your main course for the night, a card without my name on it just won’t be able to measure up. So for your own good, please, exit the building in an orderly fashion, go online, and tell everyone that for the money you paid to watch this Total Power Wrestling special event, you were able to witness something even greater- The ultimate debut of a living legend, a man who’s practically of royal blood... Me.”
He shoots his award winning smile as he lets his arms drop back to his sides, soaking in the anger and annoyance of the crowd.
(Interferences welcome.)
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