"Yeah
I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you;
I'm gonna be the one who breaks you.
Put the screws into ya, yeah my way;
Yeah, come on, come on, come and make my day.
Make my day.
Yeah.
Got some hell to pay ya, I steal your thunder.
The joy of violent movement, pulls you under.
Ooh bite the bullet, well hard;
Yea, but I bite harder, so go too far.
Too far."
I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you;
I'm gonna be the one who breaks you.
Put the screws into ya, yeah my way;
Yeah, come on, come on, come and make my day.
Make my day.
Yeah.
Got some hell to pay ya, I steal your thunder.
The joy of violent movement, pulls you under.
Ooh bite the bullet, well hard;
Yea, but I bite harder, so go too far.
Too far."
The drums to '2x4' called the appearance of Adrian, and the man himself walked from the backstage area. He didn't stop on the stage as usual, but made his way down the ramp, interacting with the fans like always.
"From Fort Wayne, Indiana, weighing in at 283 lbs, Adrian Dee!"
Adrian stopped at the bottom of the ramp and stared up into the ring. He shook out his head and walked to the apron, grabbing the top rope and pulling himself up. He hung onto the rope as he twisted around to look at the fans on either side of the ramp. he threw his arm to the sky and the green pyros followed. as the smoke started to settle, he climbed into the ring and turned back to the ramp, waiting for his opponents.
