*A table and two chairs are set out in the middle of the ring. A contract is placed on the table, The Heavyweight Champion, Lukey comes down to the ring*
*The crowd cheer for the champ*
Lukey: Its been nearly a month now. A month since I won this big, gold and beautiful piece of art.
*He raises the World Heavyweight Title*
Lukey: And honestly, I don't feel like a champion at the moment, I really don't. The first match I had after Night of Champions, I lost. The second match I just survived. The week after that I wasn't in the best shape to compete. I hope that's just bad luck cause I have no plans on losing this treasure at Feast or Fired. I'm human like everyone else. I can be stopped....... But I can't be destroyed......My will, my heart, my soul is always gonna remain intact and there's nothing anyone backstage can do about it Jack and if they try that attempt will be wack.
*The crowd cheer for Lukey*
Lukey: No fad but all lad! That's right I can rhyme all the time but speaking of lad, I'm supposed to get one in here right now. Ladies and Gentlemen you may or may not know him, He's name is Robert Blake.
*The crowd boo*
Lukey: Yeah..... that boy.....waddup? Yeah him, wears mascara, nothing but black. I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna call him Bob. Bob is such a bland and dull name so I think its a perfect fit. You know why I'm giving him the name Bob? Like I said it's a perfect fit and we see thousands of them come and go. I hope he proves me wrong when we stand in here eye to eye covered in mascara. As of now I'm standing with what I say, even if my opinion doesn't matter to him. However I'm pretty sure no one wants to see me ramble on. Besides its all about this piece of paper lying on the this table right here. You know you're typical contract. The one that can confirm the be all end all to a lot of things. Like a title reign or worse, the end of a career. This could very be the end of the Super-Lads adventures here Ladies and Gentlemen............. Nah I'm just playing around that won't happen at all hahaha not one bit.
*Lukey picks up a pen and signs the contract*
Lukey: It takes two to tango mate, I need you as my salsa partner right now. I need you to come out here and sign this. Wherever you are, Stop wasting time and come o......
*Lukey is interrupted by Robert Blakes theme*
OOC: @TheFrostyBlur
*The crowd cheer for the champ*
Lukey: Its been nearly a month now. A month since I won this big, gold and beautiful piece of art.
*He raises the World Heavyweight Title*
Lukey: And honestly, I don't feel like a champion at the moment, I really don't. The first match I had after Night of Champions, I lost. The second match I just survived. The week after that I wasn't in the best shape to compete. I hope that's just bad luck cause I have no plans on losing this treasure at Feast or Fired. I'm human like everyone else. I can be stopped....... But I can't be destroyed......My will, my heart, my soul is always gonna remain intact and there's nothing anyone backstage can do about it Jack and if they try that attempt will be wack.
*The crowd cheer for Lukey*
Lukey: No fad but all lad! That's right I can rhyme all the time but speaking of lad, I'm supposed to get one in here right now. Ladies and Gentlemen you may or may not know him, He's name is Robert Blake.
*The crowd boo*
Lukey: Yeah..... that boy.....waddup? Yeah him, wears mascara, nothing but black. I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna call him Bob. Bob is such a bland and dull name so I think its a perfect fit. You know why I'm giving him the name Bob? Like I said it's a perfect fit and we see thousands of them come and go. I hope he proves me wrong when we stand in here eye to eye covered in mascara. As of now I'm standing with what I say, even if my opinion doesn't matter to him. However I'm pretty sure no one wants to see me ramble on. Besides its all about this piece of paper lying on the this table right here. You know you're typical contract. The one that can confirm the be all end all to a lot of things. Like a title reign or worse, the end of a career. This could very be the end of the Super-Lads adventures here Ladies and Gentlemen............. Nah I'm just playing around that won't happen at all hahaha not one bit.
*Lukey picks up a pen and signs the contract*
Lukey: It takes two to tango mate, I need you as my salsa partner right now. I need you to come out here and sign this. Wherever you are, Stop wasting time and come o......
*Lukey is interrupted by Robert Blakes theme*
OOC: @TheFrostyBlur