"Let me hear you scream!"
The crowd exploded into cheers as Ozzy's voice played through the loudspeakers in response to Kyle's request. Not one to disappoint that many ravenous fans, Brody Robinson quickly stepped out onto the stage, mic gripped firmly in his right hand and title strapped loosely around his waist. Stopping in the center of the stage, he nodded a bit as he looked over the crowd, loving the reaction he was getting, though most of it was probably in response to Kyle. He turned his attention to the ring after a moment, and lifted his mic to his mouth....
"Ya know Kyle, I'm starting to think you don't like me. I know, crazy, but I've just got a hunch. But enough about your mothers back problems....."
He stopped for a moment to let the boos from his horribly failed attempt at humor fade. He was surprised by how many people actually understood what he just said, but only just.
"Yeah, I kinda feel bad about that one too. Sorry everyone. But back to the matter at hand. I gotta ask, what exactly did I do to piss you off to the point of DQ'ing yourself? Is it because I'm still holding this title after so long? That isn't exactly my fault. Talk to the guys I beat in my last, oh I don't know, 8 matches? But that just brings another question to mind. What exactly have you done to prove you deserve the Deific title? What makes you better than every Tom, d**k, an' Harry backstage with a pair of tights and a dream? You might have done something pretty amazing, but I just don't remember. Probably because some idiot started pounding in my forehead last week for no damn reason."
With his free hand, he pointed to the bandage over his eye, alluding to the beatdown Kyle had bestowed upon his head last week.
"So remind me friend; Why do you deserve this title?"
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