The XWF was hosting a house show when the arena lights suddenly go red and "The Fire" by The Roots blares out of the P.A System. After about 40 seconds, I finally step out on to stage. I am wearing dark blue jeans, a black Scully T-shirt with "Mr Untouchable" on the front in red writing and "Da end Scully has spoken" on the back. I am also wearing blue adidas trainers or sneakers as the Americans like to call em. The fans begin to boo as I look around and smirk. I slowly walk down the ramp with a cocky stride not giving a damn about the fans reaction. I stop at the bottom of the ramp and raise both my arms in the air. I do my usual taunt, by putting both thumbs down and booing the fans, which gets a louder reaction. I love it when the fans try to rain on my parade. I walk up the steps, walk along the ring apron and turn to look at the fans with a smirk across my face. I then jump over the top rope in to the ring. The ring is full of microphones, about 20 of them laid on the mat as we're probably gonna need them. I then walk over to the far turn buckle and climb to the top. I holds my hands in the air and once again put both thumbs down. The fans respond with disapproval. I then jump down and pull out a microphone which was placed under my t-shirt in my jeans. I raise the mic to my lips as my music fades out. The XWF Galaxy continue to boo me as I have to speak over them.

"That's not very nice is it? I come out here to make this shitty little house show amazing and this is the gratitude I get?"

The fans respond with jeers

"Look XWF morons, I am the best thing this lame ass house show has ever seen. You cheapskates couldn't afford to be in the crowd at Madness or Warfare, so you had to pay for the cheap shit. Well... I'm here to make it better. Ya'll should feel lucky"

The fans begin to chant "Scully Sucks... Scully Sucks... Scully Sucks" as I smirk and put my hand to my ear as they chant louder.

"How original, right?! Scully Sucks. ..Damn right I sucked all ya'll girlfriends, wife's and even ya mums titties...Some were firm, some were big and some weren't even worth sucking."

There are a few screams and cheers from the women in the audience, mixed in with the usual chorus of booing.

"Anyway the reason I'm here is to start something good. This is for anyone in the back who fancies getting some thing's off they're chest. If you want to call somebody else. Whether it's to be nice about someone or to insult someone. Hey you can even insult me."

The fans cheer with the thought of me being insulted

"The choice is yours.... Anyone in the back is welcome

It doesn't matter if you're Black, Asian or white,
It doesn't matter if your name is Aerial Knight.
It doesn't matter if you're fat or skinny,
It doesn't matter if your name is Vinnie.
It doesn't matter you're a lover or hater,
It doesn't matter if your name is Gator.

This show is called 'The Backlash' and anyone who wants to get involved, here is your opportunity...... Come on down"