"The Way I am" plays on the PA and strobe lights blare as Ichabod steps out under the tron. He is greeted by the usual mix of boos and cheers, only a few more cheers this time.He carries his US title to the ring and steps in. Ichabod walks to the far side of the ring to get a mic. He allows the fans' to die down. Suddenly he lifts his arms and belt straight up in the air in a power stance. The fans go crazy again. He quiets them so he can speak.
I come here tonight to address several matters. First of all, Josh and Jade Jeckel. Gentlemen, you made my debut match a hell of a battle. The torment i put my body through allows me to walk around here with my head up even though i lost. I congratulate you Josh, and I gain a new respect for you. You carry that belt well, defend it as hard as you fought to win it.
He pauses and looks around slowly.
Wafer- You think you can invade this federation and interfere in my title matches? You think you are going to take over this federation like you have every other? Well, I have an announcement for you. As your new Vice President, I am signing a TV title match for you against my good friend the Josh. Only this match is going to be a Man of Steel Match. That's right, Wafer, you know the rules, but Josh, I will have to fill you in. It is 5 count pin or 3 submissions to win. Wafer, you and I have a history in this match, and I know you are gonna be put through hell tommorrow night, so good luck, you fuckin' choad.
the crowd begins a chant of "Ghost" to which ichabod stops suddenly. he waits patiently but eventually loses his temper and begins to yell quickly as he walks around the ring.
Your hero is gonna be no more by the end of tomorrow night. Ghost, I beat the hell out of you once already, and I am all to prepared to do it again. Take a good look at this US belt, because it will never again wrap your waist. I came, I saw, I Bitch Thumped your ass straight to shame. You are lucky that prez 2 Dope booked this rematch, because if i had my way, your ass would be doing house shows for the rest of your pathetic career, defending nothing more than the Jobber Heavyweight Title. Let me explain something, these fans can chant your name over and over till the end of time, it doesn't change the fact that I am better than you. Now that I am here, you can never again have the priveledge of living up to your full potential. These fans only love you because thus far they have had nothing to compare you to. Even shit looks good next to vomit. But now, a new golden god has settled into the 2DW. That god is me, and it means two things, one- your pathetic career is over. and two- the world title won't be vacant for long! I am on a meteoric rise in this fed, and unlike "other" vice presidents that may have been here, I am a fighting VP, a fighting champion. I am your US champion, and soon I am going to be your world Champion. A new face and name has come to be your hero, and soon the name of Ghost will be forgotten. Even you will forget why you are here as you watch in dumbfounded amazement as I quickly finish your ass off in the center of the ring. I warn you now to spend some extra time signing autographs tomorrow and posing for pictures, because after the main event, you will be carried out on a stretcher with two broken arms and you won't be able to stand up straight for a long time. Ghost you have about two things running for you besides this title match- jack and shit, and jack saw me coming, packed up his tights and boots, and got the hell out of dodge! I suggest you come to the match tomorrow with a healthy fear of God, because I doubt if you are going anywhere else after i am finished polishing your face with my fists and fitting your ass for shoe size. Prepare for the end, you fuckin' choad.
He grins as his music hits again. He raises his arms in the power stance before stepping between the ropes. The strobe lights come on and he makes his way from the ring, up the ramp, and out of the arena.
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