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Extreme Entertainment Wrestling’s developmental brand had taken a brief intermission, in order to prepare the talents for the show that had yet to come. Upon returning from the short interlude, several metallic beams showered over the, if otherwise dark, stadium, gloriously. The crowd curiously turned their visions towards the stage, each of them being rather unfamiliar of the bizarre theme song that slowly pulled onto the P.A. System, “Good Girls Go Bad” – Cobra Starship: “Cash Cash” Remix.

Mixed reactions were heard, as the camera swept over the crowd, and precisely eased into a pan of a newly signed cocky in-ring competitor, standing at mid-stage. He snarled, as he slowly pranced his way into the bright white spotlight, shining over the stage. The Portuguese gentlemen tightly clenched onto a black microphone in his left hand, with his right eloquently combing through his bleach blonde locks. Chariot slowly pulled the microphone directly below his mouth, with a cocky smirk on his face.



LUCAS CHARIOT™: "Cale a boca, Cale a boca! I don't care what you have to say; it's not about you, ninguém se importa com você ... I mean, let's be honest: as pessoas só vêm me ver.

PORTUGUESE TRANSLATION™: "SHUT UP, SHUT UP! I don't care what you have to say; it's not about you, IT'S ABOUT ME... I mean, let's be honest: PEOPLE ONLY COME TO SEE ME.

The crowd was notably confused, not a single one of them knew what this foreign fellow had been saying. But, it didn't really matter - they could tell that it was probably something rude. Most likely due to the fact that immediately after finishing, he shot a few graphic words towards the front-seat audience-members, all-of-which hadn't been audible, due to the loud jeers from the higher-seats. Alongside uncontrollably loud boo's, he began to walk down the ramp, keeping his dialogue intact.

LUCAS CHARIOT™: "And, understandably so, eu não culpo você! I'm irresistível. In fact, I know exactly how each-and-every-single-last-one-of-you perdedores feel, I can't take my eyes off of myself, either!"

PORTUGUESE TRANSLATION™: "And, understandably so, I don't blame you! I'm irresistible. In fact, I know exactly how each-and-every-single-last-one-of-you losers feel, I can't take my eyes off of myself, either!

Chariot took a short break, as he continued to walk-and-talk his way to the ring. After finishing his last sentence, he found himself standing at mid-ring, with the stagnant smirk still painted perfectly on his face.

This smirk would eventually fade away, as _________'s theme song ___________ by ___________ blasted around the arena. He slowly turned to the stage, and scowled.

LUCAS CHARIOT™: "Meu Deus! What could you possibly want?"

PORTUGUESE TRANSLATION™: "Oh my god! What could you possibly want?"

TO BE CONTINUED BY ...
Anyone.

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"You have the right to remain silent;" something that Lucas had heard time-and-time again, and, something that he refused to do time-and-time again. This very instance slowly began to come into the clear, as Chariot continued to shoot petty insults in the direction of the fellow standing at mid-ring. He couldn't help but do it all, with that same cocky smirk consistently visible on his facial expression.

LUCAS CHARIOT™: "Actually, I do! You disgusting excuse for a Mick Foley - how do you say? Rejeitar!"

PORTUGUESE TRANSLATION™: "... how do you say? Reject!"

Lucas hesitantly chuckled, whilst turning his back to the ruthless in-ring talent. He began to pace back-and-forth, storming from one side of the ring to the other. He slowly brought his palm to his chin, and began rubbing it curiously, as the crowd sat-on-edge, waiting for his response to the hardcore wrestling talent.

LUCAS CHARIOT™: "I know you're a moron, but what am I? No, no... I'm not going to shoot back-and-forth with you - you're not worth my time. And, francamente, I'm only a moron because your contagious! Haha! Boy, do I feel sorry for the guy that you victimize into tagging with you...sinto muito por aquele cara"

PORTUGUESE TRANSLATION™: "... And, frankly, I'm only a ... that you victimize into tagging with you... poor guy."

Lucas chuckled to himself, shooting a petty comment back at Andrew. The smirk had still been in place, as Chariot dropped his mic, and attempted make a departure from the ring, and from the conversation. Upon walking past the fierce gentlemen that he had only just finished exchanging words with, Chariot hastily erected his left arm towards Thorne, with his palm open-wide.

"Fale com a mão; [talk to the hand]" he said, with each of the audience-members unable to hear him. He attempted to recruit behind the curtains, foolishly... Would Andrew take advantage of the close proximity with the narcissistic bleach-blonde?