*Theatre of Creeps by Circle Of Tyrants blares in the arena*
Circle Of Tyrants,
Circle Of Tyrants,
Attack you like the "Dawn Of The Dead".
Killa-mo walks out of the Entrance ramp and looks into the crowd. The crowd that has heard of him starts a small pop while the rest are dumbfounded to why he's even here but gives a sign of approval.
I send you all to Satan, send you to the Devil decapitated,
Splattered, degraded, rather amazing manners of hatred manifestation,
The cannibal data-related to random standards of ********' faggots stabbed in they faces,
Buckets of acid, hitchike with truckers in traffic,
I'm stuck on a path where the outcome is nothing but tragic,
My outer appearance is nothing but average,
Inside of my brain structure, the primary function is madness,
Torture these chambers, puttin' blow torches to faces,
Corpses in my basement, torsos are my favorite,
Autopsy's invigerating, killing you is refreshing and liberating,
Playing with the dead is extensively tittelating,
Humans are extremely expensive but really tasty,
Sell you on the black market in pieces to anybody who pays me,
Limited quantity, culinary sodomy,
Unique cuisine, delicacy, the ultimate in quality.
Killa-mo slides into the ring and looks around the crowd. Killa-mo happens to have a microphone in his hand. Killa-mo does the "throat slit" sign to signal his music to stop. Killa-mo looks at the crowd and begins to talk.
Killa-mo: Yes. Hell has indeed. Frozen over. Who would have thought that I would be standing in a ring where the only weapon allowed is your body right? It's great to be here and on a personal note. Thanks to my good friend Kid Omega to gave me the call to hobble my a** here tonight.
Killa-mo laughs as the crowd chuckles with him.
Killa-mo: Don't expect the normal crap from me during my tenure here in CHIKARA World Wrestling. If they want me to wrestle than That's what I'm gonna do.
Killa-mo looks at his right foot.
Killa-mo: Well not yet. My foot's still ********. As most of you guys know a few months back in a match with Cyrus Drake I botched a landing and twisted my ankle. While in recovery for that I caught a case of the that new MRSA Staph Infection that antibiotics can't fix and for another well. Month. I can't wrestle. But fear not. The Infection has been dying off which is great. I wanna thank all the fan's who sent me get well soon e-mails Seriously from the bottom of my heart thanks.
The crowd gives a standing ovation.
Killa-mo: My first match will be tag team wrestling. Here's the announcement. On behalf of Born 2 Die. I'm announcing our candidacy for the King Of Trio's Tournament! If I can't use a weapon it just makes me more dangerous. I might be a tad bit chubby but I sure as hell can dive off the top rope with a moonsault towards anyone on the floor if I really want to!
The crowd starts chanting "C2Dub"
Killa-mo: So to the rest of the teams at the King Of Trio's. Get ready for a tame but still vicious ride cuz This years king of trios is born 2 ********' die! Thank you very much again everyone
Killa-mo leaves the mic in the ring and rolls out of the ring and starts giving high fives, hugs, and handshakes at the fans ring side as he makes his way to the ent-ramp.
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