Fyrst Ayd begins to raise the microphone towards his mouth before Christiano Renegade's theme music cuts him off completely, shocking facial expressions are painted on peoples faces throughout the arena. Ayd smiling devishly to himself, before realising who it really was. In a few moments of instrumental suspense of the song, Renegade steps out through the curtains, silencing the crowd with his palm open in the air, the other hand holding a microphone towards his mouth. Stopping in the middle of the stage, His theme music drones out, as he commences his interupting statement.
Christiano Renegade: Why hello there Ayd! Fancy seeing you out here demanding a championship match. Well, To be honest I thought you were pulling everyones leg? But it seems your facial expressions are as serious as they CAN get.
Renegade begins briskly strolling down the ramp, occassionally leaning it to slap fans hands in the front sides of the barracades. Before approaching the apron, Ayd stands back to the opposite end. Renegade circulates around the post, entering in through the sides, stancing himself in the corner.
Christiano Renegade: Theres no real reason you should deserve a championship opportunity. Just because you self proclaim yourself to be dominant. Now, I have no problem taking this to the fans. After all, were a democratic nation. BUT, there is such thing as EARNING these opportunities. I want a title as well, But you dont see me prancing on down here expecting it to happen because I said so. Do you?
Ayd looks down, remaining silent.
Christiano Renegade: However, I can reccommend you. You are championship material in my mind. I just think you need to make an impact before you go below peoples expectations demanding a match like everyone else would.. Im smart enough not to. Perhaps you may want to invest in paitence. Could go a long way.
Christiano stares at Ayd momentarily, before dropping his Mic.