Eric brought the mic back up, looking at the quartet in the ring with him. A quick glance out to the capacity crowd was all he needed. Some of the fans loved this, some of them hated it. He liked that.
"Well, as you all know, I was named the interim General Manager by John Marlow. Well as he has not yet returned, he has given me his blessing in this venture. And I went to Candice, Informing her of my opinions of Chris Blade and Kevin McKain. She gave me her blessing, and with the combined financial backings of Mr. Death and Myself, the nWo is now a brand. And our first financial action was purchasing some of the rights to Aggression.
"That means that when Marlow returns, he and I will work together to keep Aggresion the absolute best show the DWF has. And as my first action, I would like to challenge Chris Blade to a match! I am a black belt in Karate!"
Damien was quick to pull up his mic "You mean, you are like Hong Kong Phooey?"
Rage and Nobody then broke out with, in unison "Number One Hero Guy???"
Eric quirked a brow, looking at the trio of men before glancing at Viper, who was busy covering her mouth. Eric brought the mic back up, shaking his head. "Anyway, Chris. Since you want to throw your weight around, here is the deal. One fall, no special stipulations. Providing you can pry McKain's lips from your asshole long enough to step in between those ropes and get your ass kicked. Unless, of course, you are as much of a coward as I believe you are, in which case, I understand. Feel free to lower another fine on me by the way. I mean, how easy is it to fine someone when they bruise your obviously fragile ego, Imagine the blow your ego would take when I whip your ass at aggression. Oh... or will you fine yourself when you choose not to show up because well, we both know you do not have the stroke.
"So then, if there is nothing else to do, we all have things to take care of. So Gentlemen and Lady, let's bail out of here and go take care of business."
