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Kieran Redhead · (03-11-2017)

The lights were bright and shining in the arena. The crowd was awash with noise and reactions from the previous TV Title Match and both commentators were discussing the finer points of the battle that they have just witnessed.

Suddenly the arena is bathed in glorious red lighting and the opening riffs of Paranoia by A Day To Remember plays throughout the arena. The crowd, not knowing who or what this could mean, looked towards the entrance ramp in anticipation.

DING DING

Tig O'Bitties: Ladies and Gentlemen this next bout is for one fall. Introducing first, from Austin, Texas by way of Coventry, England. Weighing in at 205lbs, The Perfect Gent, Kieran O'Connor!

The remarks from the lovely ring announcer fell on deaf ears as a pale man dressed in a lavish red robe covered in diamonds. Standing at 5'9" tall Kieran O'Connor strides down to the ring with his perfect white teeth shining towards the crowd before climbing into the ring. He motions for a microphone and the almost silent crowd and music starts to die down.

Kieran O'Connor: Good evening one and all and a fine welcome to Saturday Night Savage! Now I know what most of you will be thinking in a "yokel" accent "Hey, who be this feller with tha funneh accent?" Back to his native English accent to a small smattering of jeers Well my name is Kieran O'Connor, and I am here to show you slack-jawed yankees how to act in a civil and proper manner.

The boos start to ring in even more now as a smug smile crosses Kieran's face.

Kieran O'Connor: Oh please you think I care what you insipid cretins think about me? The only things I care about is getting gold around this gorgeous waist and the fact that due to my upbringing I am simply better than all of you.

Case in point what kind of a nation elects a cartoon character who looks like he is the love child of root vegetable and a bottle of tanning solution? Only in America could you have this. Whereas in my glorious home country of England we have a monarchy that has stood the test of time through generations and who makes us proud to be English.

And this brings me to my opponent tonight, Butch Holliday, a man so American he probably defecates Bald Eagles. Sure he is probably bigger and stronger than me, much like how your country like to think about itself, but that does not make him better than me. I am smarter, better looking and hell I'm a better wrestler.

You will see tonight what happens when a man with more class demolishes all of your coutry's symbols in one glorious instant.

With that Kieran hands the microphone back to the ravishing ring announcer as the crowd lays into him with boos and profanity. After slowly disrobing and placing the robe into the waiting arms of a stage hand he turns, showing his chisled pale whit abs with a contrasting, bright red, phoenix tattoo on the back of his right shoulder. He then faces the entrance ramp and awaits the arrival of his first XWF opponent...

"Big" Butch Holliday...

TBC...

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