Biff Wellington: He then celebrates by mockingly bending his legs, and flexing his biceps. He Leaps over the ropes and walks to the back. On his way he bumps into a big Redneck the two trade words. Gregory then spits in the his beer. Thus pissing off the big-ass redneck in the process. A fight insues between them in the audience, and we need security to break them up we need to take a break.
I wanna Get High hits the PA as the The Commish of the JWA comes out to a huge pop, as only he can generate. He shakes hands with some fans as he makes his way to the ring.
You know something, You fans are the reason we are here, You fans are the reason I've decided to make some corporate decisions, We've decided to release Mass Carnage from his Contract and declare the Hardcore Title as Vacant. To decide that prestigous title the Brickhouse Match, featuring War, Oasis, and Faith.
Regarding the Transcontinental Title, Malibu Magee has left due to personal reasons, So we've decided to have Clark Gregory, vs and undecided opponent, to vie for the title.
As those last few words are uttered by the commish, the "Justice Tron" clock pops back up counting down from 20 seconds, as the crowd erupts. Suddenly the entire arena goes dark, and multi-colered lasers and lights flash all over the arena. Then "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple, begins to play over the arena's speaker system, as various colors of pyro & smoke go off on the stage. A figure is seen on the ramp, but his face is still not visible. The man is standing with his back facing the ring. He has a mic in his left hand, and is wearing a dark green t-shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts. The man slowly brings the microphone up to his face, and begins to talk.
Unknown Man: JWA, your savior has arrived, the man who will take this fed from mediocre, to legendary, the one who is here for your wrestling entertainment pleasure, and the man who is THE REAL DEAL!!!
Then the man turns around and it is none other than TWF superstar, Tek Robbins. He has a huge smile on his face. He acknowledges the crowd, as they continue to go crazy at his arrival. Tek is a former TWF Lightweight Champion and is still currently emplyed by the federation. He begins to strut down the ramp a little bit, then stops in the middle, and holds the mic up to his face.
Tek Robbins: Before I go on about what is in store for all of your "superstars", lets cover one main thought crossing all of your minds, "Why the hell is Tek Robbins here, since he is one of the premiere stars in the TWF?!?!?" That is quite simple, one fed can not nearly hold all of the talent, that I hold. So I ventured to another, and sure I have been thrown titles, women, money, and whatever else your mind can imagine, but, I came here for one reason. A new place to call my stompng grounds. An untapped resource, where I will be a quick title holder. And to start with titles, I will start at the bottom and quickly work my way up. Which is Clark Gregory. Clarky, you have a match for the vacated Trans-Atlantic Championship, but without an opponent, that just don't sound right. So since, I have no match that night, and you don't have an opponent, I think we gotta dance. The way I see it, is in my debut match, I will be a champ, plain and simple. So Commish Smokey, go do your job & sign the damn match.
Tek then paces around a bit, and resumes.
Tek Robbins: Now as a tradition, and as most men do, it is time for "The Great One" to evaluate my "competition". Well maybe competition was a bad word to use, cause no one measures up to my caliber of super-stardom. Lets rather say, "The men that I have to tear through to make it to the World Title". I see only two men that are even worth my time and effort. And how 'bout I start with the top dawg, the headliner, the JWA's former ICON, the current, and soon to be former World Champ, Keith Wildwing. You are the banner man for this federation, you represent this corporation, and that is a sad thing. Why, you, and not someone who has talent, like myself, "The Epitome of Excellence"?? Well K-Dogg, don't worry, you will get yours soon enough. You say that you are "never a hero", buddy, the fans have found their hero!! We will meet face to face, and you will realize that you must bow down before the one you serve, Tek Robbins.
Onto the next man of my shortlist of people who deseve to enter the same ring as I, this man has had a career in many federations that I have been around, but has never met my standards. This man is Johnny Keel. John-boy, why do you constanyly refer to yourself as the "Bloodstained Hero", when we all know that the only thing bloodstained in your house are those damn tampons from your 13 year old pregnant girlfirend. And besides that, there is nothing bloodstained, until our match. You talk about how your "Final Dream" is the greatest finisher that has ever been brought to the squared circle. That is all well & good, but it does shadow in comparision to The Real Deal. As do you!
That just about covers the bases for this little promo. Make sure all you fans tune in at the PPV, to see the crowning of a new Trans-Atlantic Champion, Tek Robbins. And that's The Real Deal!!
Tek drops the mic and struts back up the ramp among the deafening cheers.
Smokey: There you are Tek Robbins vs Clark Gregory for the T-A Title, We'll be right back