"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Monday... Night... Raw!" Yelled Triple H over the loud crowd. He had opened Raw every week this way for the past months, and quite frankly the 20 minute promos at the start of Raw each week were getting boring. I jogged on the spot backstage, warming up before coming out.
Time to make an impact.
My music hit and the crowd went silent. Nobody knew who I was, but soon enough they will. I walked outside to the stage with a microphone in my hand. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the same introduction to the fans that I saw last week... And the week before, and the week before, and the week befo-" Triple H cut me off.
"Excuse me, but you do not interrupt the boss at the start of Raw. Nobody even knows who you are and that includes me. Who are you?"
I smiled and walked back and forth on the stage. "Who am I isn't important, why I'm here is. I want to change Raw and do what's best for business, a catchphrase you so commonly love to say and the rest of us loathe to hear. Nobody wants to listen to your rambling at the beginning of each show, it's a reason why NXT is so much better than the 'longest running weekly episodic TV Show'." I laughed and pointed at Cole. "I mean seriously, you have that guy running commentary? He barely knows the difference between a suplex and a hip toss." "The commentary isn't the only thing that's appauling. Day in and day out you give the most boring guy possible title shot after title shot after title shot." I sigh and shake my head. "The latest 'meme' floating around the internet today. John Cena. It's funny because there's so many people who are tons more talented than him, but you push them down the card. Kevin Owens, Dean Ambrose, Cesaro? The only man you gave any recognition is Seth Rollins, and now he's injured you have Roman Reigns and Sheamus fighting over the title in terrible matches with two unworthy, no-talented jobbers who deserve to take the place of Bo Dallas and Adam Rose." I began walking down to the ring. "It's time you gave me, it's time you gave Kevin Owens, it's time you gave Cesaro something to hold onto in this company otherwise this company will be worse than TNA!" The crowd boo'd at the mention of TNA. I climbed the metal stairs and got into the ring. "And worst of all?" I chuckled for a second and licked my lips. "You stripped Daniel Bryan of the title twice."
"That goat? It's his fault he keeps leaving before he's properly cleared. We strip the titles of everyone once they're injured." Triple H yelled into my face, spitting everywhere. I wiped the spit off my face comicly and pushed Triple H away.
"I guess you and your friend Kevin Nash, 'Big Daddy Cool', would know about injuries. I don't know how many times you could blow a quad." The crowd cheered at the mention of Nash blowing his quads.
"You want some recognition?" He yelled in my face and I nodded eagerly. "You got it. You, Dean Ambrose, Cesaro and Kevin Owens are facing 10 of my guys in the Main Event tonight." My face turned from eager to pissed off.
"Is that your answer to everything? Oh, we've got a dispute? We'll just stick 'em in a handicap match?" I yelled at him and he just looked back at me and smiled as he walked down the ramp.
Looks like I've got myself a match later tonight.