Pantera - 5 Minutes Alone


As Pantera's pounding 5 Minutes Alone hit the PA, the crowd erupted into cheers, and yells of excitement for the King of Battle. A voice came over the music and crowd. "Ooooooh it's good to be home." The camera checked the entrance way but no one. Then it began to scan the crowd for the source, and deep within the nose-bleeds he was spotted. The Mental Bombshell, Renegade. "Oh yes! The King has returned." Renegade was sitting in a fold-out chair with his feet propped up on the back of fan's chair that didn't seem to mind seeing how he was out of his sit along with others around Renegade.


"That's right ladies and gents. The Master of Mayhem, The King of Battle, The Mental Bombshell as come back to the squared circle to rangle up yet another World Title." As Renegade reintroduced himself to the crowd he got out of his seat and began to make his way down the steps of through the audience, until he came to the barricade. He stopped and climbed the barricade, walking across the top to get a pop out of the fan's he walked by. "Nation, I wanna address a small problem I've had for quite sometime now. It saddens me to inform you that the PAW Management has'nt been living up to it's hype!" Renegade comes around the corner of the barricade, and hops down. He quickly slids into the the ring and gets to his feet.

"Yep, PAW Management has been slacking on it's end of the bargin. In my contract I was given a rematch clause to any title match I lose, that states in the event of a defeat, I am guaranteed a rematch..." Renegade pasued for dramatic effect. "To this day I have received nothing but a mid-card match against a washed up Icon." The crowd gave off a small boo in disagreement on Renegade's remarks of Bret Hart. "So I'm gonna say this once, and only once. I'm tired off getting dicked around. Tonight! PAW Management... The Locker Room... And anyone else that's disagree's, or thinks otherwise... Your all officially on notice." Renegade let his arms rest on the ropes as he looked to the back. When he was done talking he simply dropped the mic, and turned his head towards the crowd, as the camera faded to commercial. Renegade's music faded into the distance.