*The Prince grabs a mic from a stagehand and paces around the ring to an almost silent crowd.
He surveys the arena with a disgusted look on his face before bringing his mic up to speak.
PX: You ingrates seem to have forgotten how to address royalty when you see.
So, I am going lower this mic so you can exhaust your praise to the one true Prince of Xtreme.
The Prince speaks in a slight British accent. He lowers his mic and holds up both his arms and slowly spins in a circle as the crowd starts to "boo" The Prince.
The Prince smiles and enjoys the reaction he gets from the crowd before continuing.
PX: I completely understand. Why wouldn't you boo me? I am the true reflection of perfection. I am what your wives and girlfriends imagine when they need to
"get er done" as you disgraceful peons would say. It's ok to hate me. I'm what you wish you could be...except, I'm real...not a fantasy. I see you looking.
The Prince points to a woman in the first row who is dressed very provocatively. The woman screams and jumps up and down getting her 10 seconds on camera.
PX: You wished your man looked like this huh. You wish your man was bred out of royalty and born on a bed made of money with gold and diamonds as toys like myself huh.
Or do you just wish your man had an absolutely perfect body like myself.
The Prince walks over to the ropes and leans on it to a shower of boos. The Prince stares at the woman.
PX: Would you like to join me in the ring?
The woman viciously shakes her head yes as a stagehand goes to help her over the barricade.
PX: Hold on Jester. The Prince did not order you to leave your post. How dare you try to besmirch this ring with the presence of a scoundrel. HA.
You wish you could stand next to a Prince...but sadly, you will not.
The Prince laughs at himself as the crowd boos and the woman looks very disappointed and slightly embarrassed.
PX: Do you see now? Just like a true Prince, I have you peasants eating out of my hand and begging just to be in the same ring as myself.
And furthermore...
The Prince is interrupted by a "You suck" chant from the crowd. The Prince continues to smile and continues.
PX: Is it my fault we British are simply better than you Americans. You take orders from a psychopathic git. You need someone like me. Someone who knows how to rule
with an iron fist. A man that is carved from stoned and bred from Mount Olympus. Son of Zeus and brother of Hercules. The one true Prince...Zachary...Alexander...The Great.
Again the Prince holds up his arms and takes in the reaction from the crowd.
PX: But enough about the greatest thing to happen to OCW. You people want to know how I am going to entertain you week in and week out. You people want to know what you
will be spinning your scab money on. You unappreciative twits want something new...something exciting. Something to talk to you unhappy families about on the long
dreaded drive to your simpleton lives. Well...good news. I have arrived and I can now give you people a reason to not kill yourself tonight.
Again the Prince lowers his mic as the "You Suck" Chants emerge very loudly now from the crowd. The arrogance of The Prince is very obvious as he seems to enjoy
the fans hating him.
PX: Do you nincompoops really think that bothers me. But that's why I am a ruling Prince and all of you are simply bed-wetters who aren't even good enough to hold
the curtain open for me. That goes for you people and those country-dwellers in the back. I've seen what this pathetic industry has to offer and no need to fear...The
Charismatic King is here to save the day. I'm going to release the hold these pathetic never-has-beens have on you. No more will you ingrates have to sit there a tolerate
no talent scalawags disgracing this fine ring with their lack of talent.
For I am perfection in every shape and form. I am the best hand to hand fighter, I have the strongest kicks, and most importantly, I can suplex you more ways than you
can count. And...
The Prince is cut off by a girl in the front row applying make-up.
PX: Excuse me. You dare disgrace me by pretending to not listen. You dare apply beautification materialistic items to that horrendous face of yours while
I grace thee with thine presence.
*The Prince snaps his fingers and points at the stagehand.
PX: Jester, grab that from her.
*The Stagehand does as instructed and hands The Prince the small mirror and blush container. The Prince stares into the mirror and seems to like what he sees to a
shower of boos. He looks over himself for a little while before throwing the container as far as he can over the crowd.
PX: (deep breath). Like I was saying before I was oh so rudely interrupted. I am here simply to claim what I want. And here's the great thing about being
royalty. When I want something...I get it. And as you can see, I love gold. I love to wear it, look at it, kiss it, sleep with it, caress it, and baby it.
I am here to capture gold and it is about time for me to make my presence known so you people can see first hand why I am the X-treme Prince o Plex.
So without further ado, if there is a scumbag who has the testicular fortitude to waltz his pathetic self to my ring feel free or forever hold your peace.
*The Prince drops the mic and removes his entrance gear and awaits his first Opponent.