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"Renegades of Funk" - Rage Against the Machine
The lights flashed green and black, the fans cheering as AJ Warner's titantron came onto the big screen. He had a bandage placed in a diagonal position over Warner's cheek where the gash had left it's mark. It took fourteen stitches, but it wasn't enough to keep the Bad Chyld back. He walked his way over to the side of the ramp and looked to the fans, not really aware of how to give the fans a good response. Thus, AJ nodded to the crowd with a big smile and after he stopped nodding, clapped for them. They clapped in response, but when AJ stopped, the arena didn't. Warner made his way back to center stage and put his hand over his eyebrows like it was too bright (although it wasn't), scanning the arena.
AJ Warner was now a happy man. For more than a year, he thought it was an honor to dishonor the fans, and let them treat him with respect anyways. But that whole idea didn't pan out, and to hear people cheering for him once again was phenomenal. Warner started walking down the ramp, sporting his iWo shirt and black tights that went down to his knees, plus his red hand tape and black laced up wrestling boots. He high-fived the fans around him and smiled, wooing on the crowd. He guessed that the backstage attack kind of made up for his heelish antics in the past. Warner rolled his neck, his fist into an open palm. He soon hopped onto the apron and walked to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbed onto it and beat his chest, rallying up the crowd and making them recognize he was back for business. He hopped down into the ring and grabbed a microphone from Tony Chimmel, who stood in the center of the ring. The music died down and the lights came back on while the cheering stayed at it's pace. AJ put the mic up to his mouth as the crowd finally silenced.
The lights flashed green and black, the fans cheering as AJ Warner's titantron came onto the big screen. He had a bandage placed in a diagonal position over Warner's cheek where the gash had left it's mark. It took fourteen stitches, but it wasn't enough to keep the Bad Chyld back. He walked his way over to the side of the ramp and looked to the fans, not really aware of how to give the fans a good response. Thus, AJ nodded to the crowd with a big smile and after he stopped nodding, clapped for them. They clapped in response, but when AJ stopped, the arena didn't. Warner made his way back to center stage and put his hand over his eyebrows like it was too bright (although it wasn't), scanning the arena.
AJ Warner was now a happy man. For more than a year, he thought it was an honor to dishonor the fans, and let them treat him with respect anyways. But that whole idea didn't pan out, and to hear people cheering for him once again was phenomenal. Warner started walking down the ramp, sporting his iWo shirt and black tights that went down to his knees, plus his red hand tape and black laced up wrestling boots. He high-fived the fans around him and smiled, wooing on the crowd. He guessed that the backstage attack kind of made up for his heelish antics in the past. Warner rolled his neck, his fist into an open palm. He soon hopped onto the apron and walked to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbed onto it and beat his chest, rallying up the crowd and making them recognize he was back for business. He hopped down into the ring and grabbed a microphone from Tony Chimmel, who stood in the center of the ring. The music died down and the lights came back on while the cheering stayed at it's pace. AJ put the mic up to his mouth as the crowd finally silenced.
