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The sound of drums blast throughout the arena as the music Amazing by Kanye West plays. As the lyrics begin, non other then Justin Amaze, comes walking out. Holding a bucket of KFC as well! This was a KFC Match, might as well bring some! What's up with this KFC match anyways? Anyway, Justin ate a piece of chicken quickly and through the bones into the crowed!

It's amazing, I'm the reason,
Everybody fired up this evening.
I'm exhausted, barely breathing,
Holding on to what I believe in.

No matter what you'll never take that from me,
My reign is as far as your eyes can see.

"On his way to the ring, from Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 240lbs, he is "The Amazing", Justin Amaze!"

Justin began to walk down to the ring, tagging fans with his greasy hands! When he got close to the ring, he set the bucket inside the ring, and slid in right after.

It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin'
(Let's go)

Justin got to his feet, walked over to a corner, and set the KFC bucket on the top turn buckle! He took off his attire like usual and through it all into the crowed, except his brass knuckles. He kept those on! Justin grabbed the bucket of KFC, slid out of the ring, and gave away his precious KFC to a fan. How nice of Justin! He slid back into the ring while grabbing a mic. His music then began to fade.

I'm a monster, I'm a killer,
I know I'm wrong, yeah,
I'm a problem that'll never ever be solved.

And no matter what you'll never take that from me,
My reign is as far as your eyes can see.

It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin'
(Let's go)


He raised the mic to his mouth once it was silent.

"ALRIGHT, chill, we've got a big, exciting, extraordinary, explosive and greasy match coming up here! That's right, your first ever Kicken ******** Chicken, also known as KFC, match! You see, that big KFC box above me that acts as a cage? When it's lowered, it will be covered in boiling hot grease! Oh yes! BOILING hot! There will be no way out, and it will be risky if you decide to step out of the ring! You get knocked into that and.. well, ********. Yeah, that word sums it up right there."

The crowed was.. cheering!? This had to be -the- most foolish match ever, and they were cheering! That was fine with Justin though, it told him that his match was one to see!

"However, this match, isn't the only thing new here. It's what I'll be fighting for, that's truly amazing! You see, I'm introducing to everyone a new Championship! One that can only be defended in a KFC Match! It is, the KFC Championship!"

Justin pointed over to the crew outside the ring holding it up high!

"That's right! You will be seeing me, beat my opponent in this crazy match, and walk out as the KFC Champion! Oh yes, speaking of my opponent, this is a call out match. So whoever thinks their man enough to challenge me in this hot greasy match, then come on down!"

Justin tossed the mic, watching the stage!

Justin may have been watching the ramp, but from the opposite side of the arena, Matt Shanahan walked out from the fans, his baseball bat in his hand. He calmly walked through the fans, not even looking at one of them as he made his way through. He hopped over the barricade and silently slid into the ring. He stood up behind the Justin, glaring down at him. He pulled his baseball bat up and brought it to a swinging position, and said one single line.

"... Hey wigger."

If Justin turned around... Or even if he didn't, Matt would attempt to bring the baseball bat swinging into the back, or front, of his head!

The Punks and Punkettes in the crowd went wild from The God of Punk's home-run, causing his good ol' arrogant smirk to cross his face. He threw the baseball bat out to the crowd, then looked back down at Justin. He grabbed him by the hair and attempted to haul him up to his feet.

"Did that taste like some KFC? I really doubt it..."

If he managed to, he would attempt to roughly force him into the turnbuckles.

Matt looked around at the fans, as he tried to sit Justin up on the turnbuckle. If successful, he would step up to the top rope with him, pull him into a suplex position... And attempt to hit him with the Act Seven!

Matt landed on his feet, and looked around at the fans, who were going wild at the rare finisher! He grabbed a mic from the ground, and looked around.

"... I feel like... Justin is getting off too light... Don't you?"

The fans went crazy in agreement.

"Yeah, I thought so..."

Matt dropped the mic and climbed out of the ring. He lifted up the apron, and pulled out a container of gasoline and a table. The God of Punks looked up at Justin, and then began to slid the materials into the ring.

Shanahan slid into the ring after he got the table in, and climbed to his feet to begin setting it up in the middle of the ring. Once he was done, he began to douse it with the gasoline inside of the container, taking his time to do so.

Matt looked at the table, the gasoline oozing off of it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. Pulling out one of the cigarettes, he lit it and began to smoke. The God of Punks walked over to Justin, and squatted down beside him.

"Wow, ya look like you're in pain there, buddy."