Before his match later in the night, Shadow's music hit as your mixed pop of poppables popped. The writers had told Shadow earlier in the night to make his entrance short and sweet to save on camera time and so they wouldn't have to do his entrance theatrics twice. Cheapskates. Once he rolled into the ring with a briefcase, Shadow grabbed a mic and began to speak.
"So as most of you know, my attempts at stripping a drunk cowboy were unsuccessful."
Everyone laughed, remembering his Bra and Panties Match at the last PPV.
"Of course, I should have known better than to have a contest of forcefully undressing someone with a redneck from Texas."
That earned him some heat, because obviously.
"But that's besides the point. I have here, in my hands, a contract that I won a couple of weeks ago. AND, I have a victory over your BBW Champion, Blackjack. So, since I like it when people tell me what I've won..."
He pointed towards the locker room.
"Matt, you've got some explaining to do. Because I don't like to read s**t."
He waited by the ropes, awaiting an explanation.
"So as most of you know, my attempts at stripping a drunk cowboy were unsuccessful."
Everyone laughed, remembering his Bra and Panties Match at the last PPV.
"Of course, I should have known better than to have a contest of forcefully undressing someone with a redneck from Texas."
That earned him some heat, because obviously.
"But that's besides the point. I have here, in my hands, a contract that I won a couple of weeks ago. AND, I have a victory over your BBW Champion, Blackjack. So, since I like it when people tell me what I've won..."
He pointed towards the locker room.
"Matt, you've got some explaining to do. Because I don't like to read s**t."
He waited by the ropes, awaiting an explanation.
