("Snakes" begins to play and Kiyote comes out lokking somewhat tired.)
Dude Nick, I don't have a lot of time today so let's make this quick. You're nothing . . . I'm the champion, I win, end of story. I'm tired and I don't want to waste my time on you. But let me make this clear, you're gonna be visited by a Fallen Angel and this certain Fallen Angel is not very sweet. There WILL be no miracles this coming Thursday, especially for you. So I warn you now, stay the hell out of my way.
As for you, Wonderful Woody, I am more than willing to help you out tonight . . . if I can. You know how it is. Somebody does something to put you out for the rest of the night and you can't do shit. But I'm here just in case. Good luck against Rogue Dreamz.
Now, Twiggy, I believe we have some unfinished business. I admit, you were a tough one at the ppv. But as you can see, I was right. I defended my belt against you AND Woody and who came out the winner? Not you, but me. Yes, me. The rightful owner of this belt. Now, if I possibly have to, I WILL go down to hell to kick your candy ass from Point A to Point B and you'll cooperate whether you want to or not. Got it? Good.
Well, I'm going home now to get some rest, then I'm coming back here tomorrow to kick some ass. So be ready and be prepared to be Crucified. Get plenty of rest, be prepared, and have a nice day.
("Snakes" begins to play again and Kiyote walks up the ramp adn to the back.)
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