Back in the ring, GBL was sitting in a chair with his hands behind his head and his legs stretched out. He surely seemed to be relaxed as a grin was on his face. Standing himself up, he grabbed a microphone he had placed next to the chair.
"One. The Wild One. It began all due to one man, the Undertaker. With the new Ministry of Darkness, it marked the beginning of the rising. I used them to bring myself up. Deciding it best to move on, I did so. The end result showed me in a match against him. Hangsman Horror with your winner . . . The Wild One.
Two. Dark LoTus. Me and my late brother. We did everything possible whether it be messing with the backstage or leaving bodies in the ring. Even through brotherly rivalries, we still remained as one of the more dominate tag teams within this industry.
Three. The Eclipse Series. A group created from time to time for one goal. To achieve true power and to obtain it all. A group that actually held control over the WWFG for a split second. Jeddy-boy made sure of that one," he stopped for a moment and rubbed his throat, "Another dominate force that kept the opposition on their toes.
Four . . . It's time to turn the beat back."
Sliding the microphone into his pocket, it would appear he had finished his speech once more. A sly smile came to him as he would begin to leave the ring much as he did last show.
"One. The Wild One. It began all due to one man, the Undertaker. With the new Ministry of Darkness, it marked the beginning of the rising. I used them to bring myself up. Deciding it best to move on, I did so. The end result showed me in a match against him. Hangsman Horror with your winner . . . The Wild One.
Two. Dark LoTus. Me and my late brother. We did everything possible whether it be messing with the backstage or leaving bodies in the ring. Even through brotherly rivalries, we still remained as one of the more dominate tag teams within this industry.
Three. The Eclipse Series. A group created from time to time for one goal. To achieve true power and to obtain it all. A group that actually held control over the WWFG for a split second. Jeddy-boy made sure of that one," he stopped for a moment and rubbed his throat, "Another dominate force that kept the opposition on their toes.
Four . . . It's time to turn the beat back."
Sliding the microphone into his pocket, it would appear he had finished his speech once more. A sly smile came to him as he would begin to leave the ring much as he did last show.
