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IF YOU PUT YOUR DIRTY BLACK HANDS ON ME
IMMA PUT YA BACK IN JAIL

Don't Put Your Hands on Me by Charley Jordan blasts throughout the whole arena. Strobe lights flash, the man of the hour, the man with power, he's too sweet to be sour, Brantley Summers comes out after using trickery, bribery, and extortion to be apart of the biggest Pay Per View of the year. He knew this could be the end, and this was going to be one of the few matches that he might actually try to put on a good show. He paused while on the stage for a second and reminisced on his first matches, his matches with Freakshow, being a three time tag champ, winning the IC and Deific Championships. Now he finally was in the main event of Wrestlemania, somewhere he did anything possible to get to. He had a microphone in his hands and the music faded out slightly so that Brantley could announce his entrance.

"COMING TO THE RIIIIING, THIS MAN IS THE EPITOME OF EDUCATION, ELEGANCE, AND EXCELLENCE! HE IS HERE TO KICK OFF THE MAIN EVENT OF WRESTLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEMANIA!!! BRANTLEY SUMMERS!"

With that the music kicked back up and Brantley dropped the microphone. Brantley began to walk down the ramp with a bit of a swag in his step as he lifted up his index finger on both hands and pointed to the sky. A fog machine began to kick up while the lights began to flash more violently. Brantley started to do a light jog to the ring where he would wipe off where he planned on sliding in. Before actually getting in the ring, Brantley thought about his opponents, one of which being Mike Landry. A man, Brantley hated to admit, but was a rival of his. He began to jog around the ring before returning to the point and sliding in. He would hop onto each turnbuckle, do the Discount Double Check, and yell, "It's gonna be mine Landry!" He finally hopped off and stood in the middle waiting.

Rise Against -- Re: Education Through Labor

The arena went dark and multiple flashing white lights filled the stadium. The lights synced up with the bass line until the pace picked up and all the lights went on, an white and gold pyro display going off on the stage. When it died down, Mike Landry appeared on the stage, sporting his brand new outfit of a gold leather vest with black trim, with matching long gold and black tights.

To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else

We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
But we sow seeds to see us through
Because sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due

"And introducing their opponent...from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 245 lbs, he is the WWF Undisputed Champion, The Innovator, MIKE LANDRY!!"

Landry, a look of confidence written on his face, strode down the ramp and slapped hands with his fans at ringside. He had successfully defended his Championship against Dion Necurat two weeks ago, and Rosario after that. But what granted him even more confidence was the complete lack of effort and flash put into his two opponents' entrances. This was surely the single biggest match of either of their careers, and they were treating it like some midcard televised match, which was exactly what gave Landry the advantage here tonight. Landry knew how important this match was, this title was, and he intends on defending it with every fiber of his being.

Landry stepped up the steel steps without wasting a seconds time, sliding into the ring and immediately jumping up to the top rope to his his signature pose, and raise his title belt high above his head, soaking in the adoration of the audience in attendance. Once he was ready, he jumped back down and handed his belt to the official, ready to start this match off.

(@landry, good point. haven't updated it since i joined. thanks)

Zarel is somewhat surprised by Brantley's early assault, and is hit with several shots to the ribs and chest. However, to stop the assault, he looks to simply shove brantley backwards

Zarel looks to meet Brantley coming in this time with a clothesline, wanting to cut off his attack

Landry was just fine with those two beating the hell out of each other, because in all likelyhood, Zarel wouldn't notice Landry waiting on the other side of Summers for him so he could try to execute a big Belly to Belly slam.

Landry intended on stealing a quick win with a surprise pinfall as he reached to hook both legs.

Brantley had gotten up after all the commotion and racket Zarel and Landry were stirring. He got up and ran after Zarel with an attempt at a dropkick to the knee. If successful, he'd look quickly rise up to face Landry.