'In A Dead World' by Killswitch Engage starts playing on loud volume through out the arena as the man known as 'Nero' walks down the ramp with a small to no reaction from the crowd.
The man makes his way to the ring wearing long black jeans, on which every part with stitches is replaced by a white dotted line.
He's got one elbow pad and is wearing one single sleeve across his other arm, covered in white dots. Nero is also wearing black and white boots.
When he climbs into the ring he hesitates to taunt the crowd as he lifts his left arm up but quickly lowers it.
In the ring he asks for a microphone and signals for silence.
Nero: "Last week is was interrupted by Norgaard whilst doing my introduction. I don't really care, personally. So I hope that'll put all my twitter followers' mind at ease. Sorry, thought I'd start off with that. Social Media, you know? Twitter... Hah. It's funny. You get to write a 140 character message that's read by alot of people around the world. A simple 140 words... funny. Anyway, I won't introduce myself again, otherwise it would look like as if I suffer from a split-personality disorder. I came out here with the idea to aim a written paragraph I practiced for some time at Streeter that would lure him out here and we could put on a verbal show for you people. So here goes nothing."
Nero gets a piece of paper from his pocket and opens it. He starts reading it out loud.
Nero: "Milk, Butter, Cheese... Damnit."
Nero sighs as he throws the paper away and shrugs it off.
Nero: "As I was saying, Streeter last week arrived in a somewhat obvious way for an indy-wrestler to arrive. With an unknown bodyguard that couldn't touch the butter I was going to get. He arrives with a limousine that smells like rotten cheese on the inside. And shows off a physical attitude that shows you what a glass of milk a day could fix. Streeter stepped out like the boss he claims he is, but somehow is hired by Jack Daniels, and flirts with Natalya Jones. No offense to Natalya, but Streeter. She sleeps weekly with every wrestler on the roster. She doesn't want your number since we all knew even somebody like her keeps it at a one night stand with somebody like you. Saying sweet words into her ear doesn't impress anyone. Not even her. Don't look at her make-up as if it's a blush. It's called Blush for a reason. And then there's the bodyguard. A true wrestler doesn't need a bodyguard. Unless you're entering your Shawn Michaels and Nash era, there's no need to have one. It only shows everyone what kind of a pathetic wrestler you really are. Sure, I come out with a flashy attire and some entrance music from the same band a certain Brooks used a song as entrance theme from some time ago, but it's my mic skills and my in-ring abilities that make me who I am. All you are is a... I don't know, actually. You're somewhere in between a greaser from the 80's to 90's, and just as charismatic as the broomstick i dumped to make room for your girlfriend yesterday."
Some of the crowd goes 'Ooooh!'
Nero: "Streeter...Streeter... Impressive name. Really. Did you ask Mr. Streeter Seidell if you could use that name? 'Cus i'm sure Jack Daniels doesn't allow copyrighted stuff that he eventually has to pay for. But if you get to be Streeter, I guess the role of Amir Blumenfeld is open for me, isn't it? Face it Streeter. You're a wannabe. And sure, come up with 'Nero to Zero' or something. But you know that when it comes to entertainment, i'm everybody's hero. Now let's all wait for Streeter's music to hit and for him to walk down the ramp like he usually does. Oh, and before you mention it, i know your name is Streets. But i like to call you Streeter, because you're not as cool as the concrete I walk on."
Nero sits down on the top turnbuckle and waits as the crowd chants Nero's name.
Subject: Nero To Streeter...or Streets...Or whatever. *DONE!* 
Sat Apr 14, 2012 5:21 am