TK kicks out quickly and gets to his feet.

Holy fuck! This is the best the roster has to offer? A fucking chair?

Hearing the familiar voice TK turns around to look behind him.

You should feel honored Tee-Kaaaaaye That's not just a chair... That's the Chair of Master Mind.

Honored? For WEEKS I've been offered NOTHING! No suitable opponents for WEEKS, a MONTH, with so many options these days not a single one wants to step the fuck up. So, yeah, Charlie, I guess you're right. I should be honored that an inanimate object had more balls than the whole ass roster.

You know, with all that time they've been giving you have you put any thought into naming your belt?

TK closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

No, because-

Charlie cuts off TK.

Just hear me out. I'm thinking Korra. You know, Exotic, playful, and very stripper-like.

I'M NOT-

TK takes a breath and counts to ten in his head. Maybe, Charlie is just doing this now to annoy TK.

I'm not going to waste time thinking about something that won't happen and you shouldn't either.

It's a solid name.

TK looks into the camera.

Todd, will you please roll an announcement or some shit.





I surely hope some of these shit birds come at me with some weak shit, like I've ran the title into the ground, or whatever low-hanging fruit that would fall out Grandma Lemon Tits' mouth. Only to side-mouth, some shit like "unfair advantage" answering a CALL for a brother while trying to defend the Xtreme Championship on Savage and War Games.