The show was well underway, and the matches so far had been fantastic. The fans were happy, fed, and the beer was flowing across the arena.
The cameras then cut back into show, to see the DHW Dragonheart Champion standing in the ring. Championship belt around his waist, he had a massive grin on his face.
A microphone in his hand was ready, as he brought it up to his lips.
"I told you all.. I told you I would become the inaugural DHW Dragonheart Champion!
Did anyone believe me?
Did anyone stop to think that I am the greatest superstar on this entire roster?
No, you didn't. Not one of you did. You filthy, disgusting, horrible fans."
A direct shot at the audience was one way to rile them up, as they immediately were sent into a chorus of boos and jeers.
"There is no one back there in the locker room that I fear, no one that can take this Championship belt from my waist.
You are not only looking at the inaugural Dragonheart Champion.. but you are looking at the LAST Dragonheart Champion!"
Nuke beat his chest with a fist, raising it in the air as he continued.
"Like I said, no one in the back there scares me.
No one at all!"