*Headstrong by Trapt Sounds. The croud arupts in boos*
Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
"Weighing in at 241 lbs"
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
"He stands at 6 feet 2 inches"
I see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, Inside of our heads (yeah)
"From Sparta, Ohio"
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
"This is FALCO"
*Pyro engulfs the stage. As the smoke clears Falco is seen with his arm in a wingspan taunt*
*Falco smiles and starts on twoards the ring he taunts the croud with title taunts. As he makes it to the ring Falco stops looking at DJ and nods at him. Falco hopes that DJ can hold his own and that he wont have to drag him to the titles!*
*Falco climbs the stairs and enters the ring. He pats DJ on the back and climbs the tunrbuckle. There he throws his arms into a wingspan, brings them down signaling he was going to be one half of the tag-team champions tonight*
*He jumps down and waits for his opponets*
((no one likes a non-advancing match. IF im not on,DJ, feel free to control me..im on alot...but just incase))