*Ty Creed enters the arena in his normal over-confident manor, he climbs into the ring, mic in his hand.*
'Why hello Exodus, how you doing? Ha, it doesn't matter anyway, no-one cares about you, everyone wants to see me. Don't you?'
*The crowd boo at Ty*
'Don't you lot ever get bored of that booing crap? All you seem to do is constantly boo, why would you want to boo at such a Godly figure like myself?
*Ty laughs as the crowd carry on the continuous booing.*
'On the topic of God, this week I take on the so called Webmaster, he appears to be some creeped out God like pedophile. So, Weebmaster or whatever your stupid name is, see you Saturday young lad, you better say your prayers before our fight. We don't want you getting hurt do we?
*Ty continues to chuckle as he leaves the arena.*
'Why hello Exodus, how you doing? Ha, it doesn't matter anyway, no-one cares about you, everyone wants to see me. Don't you?'
*The crowd boo at Ty*
'Don't you lot ever get bored of that booing crap? All you seem to do is constantly boo, why would you want to boo at such a Godly figure like myself?
*Ty laughs as the crowd carry on the continuous booing.*
'On the topic of God, this week I take on the so called Webmaster, he appears to be some creeped out God like pedophile. So, Weebmaster or whatever your stupid name is, see you Saturday young lad, you better say your prayers before our fight. We don't want you getting hurt do we?
*Ty continues to chuckle as he leaves the arena.*