Come on and light the fuse,
He's a rocket and he's ready to go!
Cause now the countdown has started
And he's ready to blow!
He's got the dope sounds pumping in a stereo (Echo!)
Kickin' A** fast,
Putting on a show!
Announcer: "Introducing next, standing in at six feet even, weighing in at 226 pounds, reigning from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is The Mercenary, Xavier Crosss!"
Xavier Cross comes out onto the stage to a roar of cheers from the crowd. He pumps his fist into the air and forms a gun with his hand. He lowers his hand and points it to the stage, pretending to fire a shot at it, smirking while doing so.
Go on and get yourself together
There's no time to rest,
And if you put the time in
He'll put you to the test!
He's like a "running man"
In this world more is less!
And if you wanna test him best bring your best.
Don't make me spell it out,
Bring your best!
Xavier makes a dash for the ring and dives through the ropes, sliding in half way. He jumps to his feet, makes his way to a turnbuckle and climbs it. He performs his second taunt by crossing his arms above his head, and forming guns with his hands.
In this world (HIS WORLD!)
Where life is strong
In this world (HIS WORLD!)
Life's an open book!
In this world (HIS WORLD!)
Where compromise does not exist,
In his world, the flow's every step meets the rest!
He smiles for the crowd, brushes his fingers through his hair, then hops down. He rests against the turnbuckle as the music dies down. Once he was ready he moves towards the middle of the ring so the ref could check him and start the match.
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