Yellow Girls first announcement in UNWA (Open)

[As Yellow Girl stands there awaiting a response from her thus far little seen opponent, the crowd start to become restless and wonder if ‘The Wild One’ will ever make an appearance. Small pockets of ‘Yellow Girl’ and ‘Wolf Pack’ chants start to fill the arena, and Yellow Girl looks like she is becoming impatient and might be about ready to give up waiting. Just then, ‘Don’t Save Us From The Flames’ by M83 blasts over the speaker system and red and white pyros erupt across the front of the stage, as none other than ‘Wild’ Winter Sanderson calmly and collectedly walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. Winter is dressed in a white hooded tracksuit with a red trim, and a Red Rose on the front. On the back is an English flag and the name ‘Winter’ in old school gothic style black writing. Reasonably long dark hair covers his face somewhat, and he flicks his head back, revealing his brown eyes and his face which is masked by a couple of days worth of stubble.

The crowd start to cheer loudly, at the arrival of this new, virtually unseen superstar. Winter, however is quick to combat this, and he flips off the crowd, provoking an angry response. To this he smiles a little wry smile in the corner of his mouth and begins putting the microphone closer to his face, and he waits for the crowd noise to die down before opening his mouth and uttering his first words as a UNWA superstar.]

--/-/-/--Winter--\-\-\--
“Well I finally made it to the party….but it doesn’t look like I missed much. This place gives me the creeps…everybody all united and nothing but goodwill and brotherhood. If I remember correctly, that’s not what a wrestling company should be about…it shouldn’t be about making friends or forming bonds…it’s about proving yourself to be the best and cracking a few skulls whilst you’re at it. That’s exactly what I’m here to do…so all this spirit of good will crap can go to hell.”

[The fans take exception to this and are clearly offended by Winter’s remarks about their favourite promotion. This doesn’t bother Winter, you might even say it spurs him on, and he carries on regardless.]

--/-/-/--Winter--\-\-\--
“Boo me all you like, that’ll only make me more determined to undermine everything this place stands for. Like me or love me, this place needs somebody like me. Somebody of my caliber, of my class, to boost ratings and show that there’s some real competition for those that want it. Everybody I’ve seen so far in this place look and act like pansies. I bet I could squash every single one without barely breaking a sweat.”

[The fans certainly don’t agree with this statement and boo audibly, starting an even louder ‘Yellow Girl!” chant.]

--/-/-/--Winter--\-\-\--
“ Oh yes, how could I forget….you Yellow Girl, are my opponent this week. Look at me, I’m shaking in my boots. I don’t think any of you properly understand who or what I am. My name is ‘Wild’ Winter Sanderson, and I am the best mixed martial artist and wrestler in the world. I hail from England, the greatest country on the face of this planet, with the greatest fighter to match. I’ve trained and fought all over the world…Japan, Mexico, Germany, Brazil….everywhere. I’ve yet to find anybody on this god forsaken rock who can better me…and you expect me to be scared of Yellow Girl? Don’t make me laugh. Look at you, standing there in the middle of the ring not having a clue what’s going on, where you are or who I am…I’m going to destroy you this week, and prove the point I’m trying to make…that I am easily the most feared and dangerous man in this company, and even the world. I don’t give a crap about you, the wolf pack, El Lobo or anybody else here, I’m going to toss you around the ring like a toy and thoroughly enjoy making an example out of you.
After I’ve finished with you, Ms. Yellow…I’m going to move onto my next task at hand…proving I am capable of being the UNWA World Champion, and carrying this company, kicking and screaming, on my back…all the way to the top. Like they say, I’m the kind of man you can build a company around…the kind of man you pray you’ve got on your roster boosting ratings and making your show look good….you…your just some loser who has to band together with a Mexican of all people…what do they say, safety in numbers? Not in your case…El Lobo can try and stand in my way if he wants, but he’ll be ripped apart. Look at you, you’re pathetic…what’s the matter, can’t take care of your own business so you find another loser to join up with so you’re less likely to get your ass whooped? You make me sick. This week, ‘Wild’ Winter Sanderson is going to show everybody at home, everybody in the locker room, and everybody running this so called ‘federation’ that I am the man, and I’m going to rule this place before too long, like it or not…and there’s not a single thing anybody can do about it…let alone a little runt like you Yellow Girl. I’ll see you in the ring on Sunday, chump.”

[Winter laughs a little, and looks down towards the ring at Yellow Girl, who looks enraged by his comments. She looks like she might be about to retaliate, as Winter stands there waiting to see if she has a response for him, as the crowd are virtually rioting following the comments of UNWA’s most egotistical fighter.]