Suddenly, the light goes off. Four men in black togas carrying torches are walking slowly down the ramp. A firewall appeared and Bobkill's Highway to hell music hits the arena. Marking a long pause, taking the time to look each sides of the arena.. he finally walks towards the ring where his men were waiting for him in it. After some pyros, the light comes back on. He ask one of his men to get a microphone.
After marking another short pause, Bobkill address to the quiet crowd who wondering how to react to this.
Bobkill: Hello everyone!
Bobkill displays a sadistic smile when he sees the reaction of the crowd
Bobkill: OH!! Don't worry people... *he's still lokking at the crowd* I'm not here tonight for you guys.
The crowd sighed by the following statement
Bobkill: But, I'm here to make sure that people backstage clearly understand what I'm about to say.
The crowd seems cheerful by that
Bobkill: I'm here to raise hell. I'm here to get what I want and of course... i'm here to make people suffers.
Bobkill displays once again a sadistic smile
Bobkill: I know one thing.. I won't quit the ring until some one comes down here and face me.
A mix reaction by the crowd
Bobkill: I don't care if it's that lunatic human blood thirster piece of crap Jonathon Wulf...
The crowd starts to cheer louder
Bobkill: I don't care if it's that lunatic wannabe demonic assclown Owange..
The crow cheers louder
Bobkill: I certainly even don't care if it's that little girl in the locker room.
The crowd is now laughing at that
Bobkill: It could be God himself and i'll still don't care... My point is.. I want some.. I need some and I'll get some because i'm not leaving the place until I get what I want... Prepare yourself to suffer whoever comes down here...
Bobkill deposed the mic on the canvas waiting for an answer..
p.s. (no hard feelings jonathon and Owange ^^)