~Damn I feel like an a** for not posting in so long. I never even noticed the PPV was up.~Just then the crowd erupted into a roar as the harmonic violens opened the music. Then as soon as the beat kicked in, the lights began to flash to a rythmic palse. Tyson Briggs came bursting out from behind the curtain, in a rapper like fashion tring to pump up the crowd. He walked and hopped from foot to foot, throwing his hands in the air. Tyson had the World title strapped loosly around his waist. He wore his casual attire. A bulletproof vest, a solid black hat, tilted to the side. Along with long platnium chains hanging from his neck, and stunna shades. A platnium rolex was loosely strapped around his wrist. His also wore a black faded pants, and brand new gray, and black lugs. Tyson slid into the ring, quickly getting to his feet, and unstrapping the title around his waist. Tyson quickly gets in The Phantom's face raising the title to the sky. Tyson then spoke with a calm, but arrogent tone. "What you got *****?" Tyson handed the title to the ref, awaiting the bell.
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