["Act a Fool" by Ludacris plays as a smooth-looking young black male walks through the curtain. He looks out into the crowd, soaking up the atmosphere. He casually walks up the ringsteps and climbs in the ring. Taking the microphone and putting it up to his lips, he begins to speak.]

Young Man: Hello peoples! You may not know who I am now, but I promise you will. My name is Credz! Now you might ask "Credz, why did yo' momma name you Credz?" Well my momma didn't name me Credz, foo, it's a street name!

[The crowd laughs. Credz shakes his head in a slow, deliberate motion.]

Credz: But now that you know who I am, it's time for me to let you in on what I am. I am... a money-makin', girl-mackin', ass-poppin' love machine!

[The crowd cheers.]

Credz: And I don't apologize for it... 'cause if you could live like this, you would. And if you wouldn't, then something definitely be wrong with yo' ass! So consider me your new role model!

[The crowd laughs and then begins to cheer.]

Credz: So you either jealous or insane... and either way, it's yo' problem. So I'm sure all my new fans want to know... "Credz, what are you doing in the NWA?" Well, gimme a minute and I'll tell yo' ass!

[Credz climbs the second turnbuckle, turns around and has a seat on the top, facing the entrance.]

Credz: Gotta keep yo' eye out around here. You never know when you about to get punked. Anyways, I'm sure all my new fans are wondering, "Gee, Credz, what are you doin' in the NWA? Is it to bring pride to yo' community?" To which I can only say "Wha? Hell naw!" Man, I'm such a success that I'm an inspiration not only to my community, but to all humanity. Everyone, even the lilliest white among you can take pride in the fact that you too are a member of the human race, just like me!

[The crowd cheers. The camera pans over to find some doof holding up a sign that reads "We Want Bruiser!"]

Credz: Some may ask, "Credz, are you in the NWA to make the big bucks?" To which I can only say, well, I've already got quite a few bucks, but I don't see how a few more would hurt anything! Bwah! But money is not the main reason why I am here. I have plenty of money, thank you.

[The crowd begins to chant "We want money! We want money!"]

Credz: But ya see, as a member of the idle rich, a man needs hobbies. Some people like to spend the whole day playing golf, but them ugly shoes cramp my style. Some people like to ride around in the limousines, and drink the champagne, and all that... and I do that plenty, don't get me wrong... but all the time, that junk gets old. So basically, it comes down to one thang... Everybody in this world wants fame and fortune. Well I've got the fortune. But what good is fortune if nobody knows yo' ass, if nobody knows who you are. So the reason I'm here in the NWA is... simply... TO ENTERTAIN YO' ASS!

[The crowd cheers louder as they begin to realize that they are witnesses to greatness.]

Credz: So sit back, chill, and allow yourself to live vicariously through me! Witness my mackin' on tha ladies... witness my lifestyle, witness me putting tha beatdown on these lesser foes in the NWA. So everybody in the back, that means you so listen up... I will spare no foot in yo' ass for the entertainment of all my fans!

["Act a Fool" by Ludacris plays as Credz drops the microphone in the ring, stretches out his arms and basks in the ovation of the crowd. He leaves the ring area nodding his head, confident that he has said everything he intended to say.]