Next up... (o2a)

[William James]

'Party up' begins to play, as D-Roc enters the arena.
He walks to the ring, slapping hand with those at ringside along the way.
He gets to the ring, and climbs in, using the stairs.
He motions to the ring crew to get him a mic.
Once handed the mic, D-Roc begins to speak...

"Ya'll seen a great match last week at the PPV.
Now, don't let a brotha get crazy...
D-Roc and Jones didn't git the job done.

I's know I's lost to the punk azz Lowko, but it sure be's fun slapping his punk azz around some.
Anytime, that sucka wanna go, D-Roc always up to punk his sucka azz up again.

But, that was last week, playas.
This is this week...
Need some sucka to git rowdy wit...

So, you wanna roll wit D-Roc, ya'll git you's punk azz down heres..."

D-Roc looks to the ramp for someone to come out....

[Hazeone-Supreme]

As D-Roc looks back at the crowd, Type O Negative's "Profits of Doom" Blasts through the speakers. The lights fade down into a green glow as Reaper Killer heads out from the back. He makes his way to the ring and grabs a mic from ringside.

"You know, I was listening in the back and I figured, well, since I'm not doing anything right now, let me see what D-Roc is about." He says. "Now I am not here to start any kind of beef or anything like that, I am still new here and I still need to learn the way things work around here. Now I have seen you in the ring and seen what you are capable of doing, and thats all good bro, so I am here to start making a name for myself and well, I just want to shake your hand and show you that you have my respect!"

Reaper Killer opens his hand waiting for a response from D-Roc.

(Tag)

[William James]

"Finally, some dawg 'round here gots some class."

D-Roc accepts the hand shake from Reaper Killer, and continues...

"So, you's wanna roll wit D-Roc, that cool, playa.
How's bout we's have a 'git to know ya' match, and after dat team up against these other sucka's 'round here.

It be's better than bein' two lone dawgs in a fight.
Hear'n me, playa?"

[Hazeone-Supreme]

Reaper Killer smiles at D-Roc.

"Bro, that sounds like a plan to me!' Reaper Killer states. "However, before we go and start knocking down other kliqs, if you want to have a match with me, im all for it, one stipulation: We give the fans something to write home about and we make this a falls count anywhere match! Lets really test each other and make the fans fuckin flip out! What do you say about that"

Reaper Killer opens his arms awaiting a response from D-Roc and with a smile on his face he mouths "Come on, lets do this!" while the crowd waits for a reaction from D-Roc.

(tag)

[William James]

"I's like you's mind settin', playa.
You on, dawg.

Let's blow the roof off da place."

D-Roc turns his attention to the ringside announcer....

"Holla at dat ref, let's roll wit dis."

D-Roc turns his attention back to RK, raising his hands to a fight stance...

"Let's do dis, playa.
Come getcha some..."