Choirboy's Afterglow (open to all)

**Choirboy is walking around backstage when a videographer catches him in a shot, and walks up to him.**

Vid - Hey Choirboy, do you have a few moments for the fans?

**Choirboy stops and looks at the cameraman. A sneer crosses his lips as he walks towards him, disdain painted on his face.**

Choirboy - You're breathing my air sheep. What do you want?

Vid - Er, some people have been saying that outside of your emergence in the fed, that your win last week was an utter fluke.

**Choirboy's face turns beet red as he becomes enraged. He raises his hand and backhands the videographer, sending his camera to the floor. The camera shows the action from the floor, as Choirboy kicks him in the stomach and quickly applies 'Saints Go Marching'. The videographer screams in pain as Choirboy continues to wrench on his hold, as people backstage can be seen in the distance running to break it up.**

Choirboy - YOU CALL THIS A FLUKE YOU MEATBAG?

**Choirboy continues to add pressure as his victim passes out from the pain. He lets him fall to the ground as he stands up and walks towards the camera, picking it up and looking into it. He smiles sadistically into the camera.**

Choirboy - There is no fluke here. There is only the walking instrument of vengeance. And you, you know who you are. I will enjoy breaking you like I did that fool. Make no mistake. None shall stand against me and my allies.

Bodders: My my, such temper, don't we have a young spark of a wrestler here? You know for such a religious man/boy, you use violence at tad bit too much yea.

Bodders suddenly starts clapping at what he saw however.

Bodders: But however I liked what I saw from you kid, keep up the good work there, kukukukukukuku.

Bodders starts walking off down the corridor.

** A cameraman finds Ogre McJoker sitting alone backstage gnawing on a grossly undercooked hunk of meat. The camera man hesitates to get closer because of the stench.

OGRE: Hey you puny little man come over here with that thing. I have a message for altarboy. Wait no is it school girl. Oh Choirboy. Yes Choirboy you seem so happy to defeat weak little wrestlers with your little moves. You have never encountered the type of raw strength you will see tonight. I will make you bleed and I will make you cry. Bring more than your anger and your god with you tonight for I have been feasting on gods creatures for a long while and you will suffer the same fate.

** Ogre raises a leg and lets out a loud resonating fart. The putrid smell forces the cameraman to evacuate; coughing and gagging.

(Awesome stuff there Ogre, should be a good match based off our invitationals)

( it should be interesting thats for sure)

**Choirboy smiles at Bodders as he walks away. His smile quickly turns to a frown as he hears Ogre McJoker's speech. He looks straight into the camera yet again, angrily.**

Choirboy - Fairy McLoser, if I had a dime for every Tom, Dick, and Harry who intentionally messed up my name, I'd be a millionaire. You're uncouth, and hardly worthy of my time. But, seeing as though management feels the need to feed me another person to cripple, I'll gladly face you in the ring. Not only to shut you up, but to bend and twist your body in such a way that you'd be able to get first whiff on any other offensive odours coming out of you.

**Choirboy suddenly starts to smile, as the thought of hurting another opponent raises the hairs on his neck.**

Choirboy - This isn't personal, mind you. I'm looking for someone. And you're in my way. Heaven help you, and I mean that. Because you're just another step I have to climb. As for my tag partner Timelord and his brethren, I kindly ask that you leave me on my own tonight. As much as I appreciated the warm welcome I got when I joined up, I want this one to be all mine...

**And with that, Choirboy starts laughing, making the sound of a cackling hyena. He tosses the camera down, as he turns to the security staff and medical attendants, makes a sudden move towards them that makes half of them jump or cringe, then turns away, laughing.**

(End)