[color=blue]The lights go down in the arena.
A figure appears on the jumbotron screen
A dark figure in a black wide brimmed hat.[/color]
It's Peculiar Prophet!
He begins to speak...
I'm tired of all the mouth around here! I do my talkin in the ring, and I got something to say!....Listen Good!
Little Kid Xtreme, shut your mouth and get back on the porch where you belong.....mommie is lookin for you.
Lord Vader, you ain't got the guts to fight a man. That's why you're taking a match against a kid! You can't hang with the big boys!
If you got the guts to face a man, meet me in the ring. Matter of fact, I'll take you both!
Three enter, one walks out......that one? Peculiar Prophet!
My Prophecy: Neither of you have what it takes!
The screen goes dark.
laughter echoes over the sound system.