Note: This is just a rough draft, let me know what you think.
The arena is dark, then suddenly a spotlight shines in the middle of the ring revealing D-Maniac in a black suit. There's a microphone stand in front of him, the crowd welcomes him with more boo's than usual.
D-Maniac: I wrote a poem.
He takes out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolds it, he puts his mouth to the mic and clears his throat.
D-Maniac:
Roses are red, Violet is cruel
JR is old, and Blake is a tool
Connoly is still champ, yeah I know it sucks
Legend thinks he's that, but he's really a scrub
AJ is insane and uncontrollable
that's why I came at him with some barbed wire
remember last week when I said 'Blake, you're fired!'
man that was a riot all the people were whining
all the ladies were crying out 'oh why!?'
the crowd boo's
This is my fed, and we the best!
this show ain't about no Panda's
we the real WWf!
Wasteland Wrestling, baby
you better know the name
Deathstar was in charge
but things have changed
the maniac is back, and his heart is black
so this is a warning to the world wide audience
and the guys and gals in the back
things are gonna change, nothing will stay the same
who can you turn to when the man in charge is the problem?
He lets out a loud laugh that bounces off the walls of the arena.
D-Maniac: This is the Wasteland, and there is no more hope.
He takes out a lighhter and sets the paper on fire, he lets it burn and then drops it to the mat and stomps it out.
... jk! the poem is quite good, funny and something new but it lacks the rhyme 
