The camera pans around the arena where thousands among thousands of wrestling fans cheer and hold up their signs as they try to have their few seconds of TV time. Suddenly, Fudge Tunnel's "Grey" blasts through the arena speakers catching the crowds attention. Pyro starts shooting through the stage before a man in dirty, torn-up clothes shows himself. He slowly makes his way to the ring not minding some of the fans' attempts to touch him. He then enters the ring and quickly asks for a microphone from the crew as the music fades.
???: What are you waiting for?! Cheer! Come on now! Some new guy is in the ring ready to do battle! Come on! Cheer!
Some claps and cheers are then heard from the crowd.
???: Is that the best you can do?! Come on UWE! You are about to witness some of the most brutal match-ups this side of the Pacific and you're as excited as a child in a dentist's chair?! Come on! Let me here it!
The man then frantically waves his hands asking for more cheers from the crowd. A lot more people start cheering some prompting a "U-W-E" chant. Before too long, everybody's cheering their lungs off. Then the wrestler moves the mic back to his mouth.
???: HAHAHAHA!!! SHUT THE HELL UP YOU ELEMENTARY SCHOOL REJECTS!!!!
The criwd, stunned with the sudden change in the man's nature, start booing and cussing at the man.
???: Oh what?! What are you?! A flock of mindless sheep willing to jump off a bridge if someone in this ring tells you to?! Shut the hell up with the booing! If you're going to boo someone, boo yourselves. You people... you people disgust me.
Boos continue to be heard as the man continues to speak.
???: Sure, drown the truth with the boos. This crowd is an embarrassment. You come here, spend fifty bucks for a ticket after coming from your blue-collar jobs, which you guys assert don't pay enough, and watch what? A bunch of guys live their dreams while you grease-monkeys wallow in your mediocre lives enveloped within a plethora of regrets and animosity towards people like me who actually did something of significance.
The boos and cussing intensify as some fans can be heard chanting "Who the hell are you?"
???: Yeah, boo said the 30 year old living in his mom's basement. I'm really sick of these wrestlers who keep on saying they are hurting each other for the fans. Frankly, you people are not worth the sweat and blood needed to become what I am. And realistically, you people are not even worth this (expletive deleted) shirt.
The man then takes off his shirt and throws it to the ground revealing burn marks in his body.
???: As for the people wondering who I am, I am your boss, the father you never pleased, the customer wearing an Alexander Amosu suit, the man you wanted to be, the man you'll never be... I am Acid Bath. And you people will never get to be me!
Acid Bath then drops the mic and waits for his opponent.
{out of character: this could be put before my first match or if you guys decide to put it somewhere else, just edit the last part to me dropping the mic and slowly making my way backstage as the crowd boo intensely}
