El Primero and his three minions make their way to the ring, each holding various weapons. El Primero has a face of anger. They now enter the ring, and one of the minions hands El Primero a mic.
El Primero: Damn the new people on this roster! They think they can just make their way to the top just by asking for a title match. They think they can compete with the elite and wipe them off the earth. Only I am capable of that! I am the only one with enough talent to face the best in the business!
The crowd begins to boo loudly. El Primero tries to speak over the audience.
El Primero: I was in the locker room not too long ago. There were these wrestlers who said they deserved a title match. Ridiculous. They haven't even had their first match and they expect to compare themselves to the likes of Connoly? Or to Era Dynamics?
The boos grow more intense.
El Primero: They don't come close. They must have some problems if they think they can compete with me, the greatest wrestler to have ever stepped foot into the ring!
Crowd begins to chant YOU SUCK!
El Primero: Now I'm here for one reason and one reason only.To set these wrestlers straight. One certain wrestler as a matter of fact. He is of course, a newcomer...wait what am I saying...he is a wannabe rookie, his name is Platinum Gladiator.
The crowd stays in silence not knowing who the mentioned wrestler is. El Primero's face turns red in anger and frustration.
El Primero: He dared to say that he could beat me without breaking a sweat! Platinum Gladiator, your nothing but a little BITCH! Your going to know what it feels like to go against the best in this federation! Get your ass out here so you can receive your punishment and maybe you'll think twice before opening your big mouth!
El Primero and his minions wait for five minutes for Platinum Gladiator to come out, but no one arrives.
El Primero: I thought so. Take this as a warning. Challenge my superiority again or you feel pain for eternity.
El Primero walks out with his minions, head high and satisfied.
