*McFlyman walked out to the ring, the SWS Television Championship hanging off of his shoulder. He entered the ring, taking a microphone with him as he dropped the belt onto the announcer's table.*
Jordan Matthewson: What the cats?! The Television Champion is out here! Why is he out here, Wilson?!
James Wilson: How would i now, idiot? Shut up and listen so we can find out!
McFlyman: I am McFlyman, Champion of the people! That is why i'm the SWS Television Champion. This title cannot be taken from me, as long as i have the people right here tonight, and the people at home, watching and supporting me. And i dare any one of you to prove me wrong, right here, right now!
Jordan Matthewson: Did you here that, Wilson?! The TV Champion just challenged the entire locker room! That is one crazy cat!
James Wilson: I have ears, you know... They hear things... That being said, it IS quite dangerous to challenge an entire roster full of stars.
*Serg. Bazooka's music hit as he strode towards the ring, microphone in hand*
James Wilson: This punk? That's a laugh... He won't last 10 seconds against the TV Champ.
Jordan Matthewson: Watch out what you say about Bazooka, cat. He's a former US Military Sergeant. He's bound to have some cats up his sleeve.
Serg. Bazooka: You wanna lose that title so badly, young 'un. Then i'll show you why i'm the Sergeant of the SWS army, by taking it from you.
*Both men dropped their mics and prepared for their coming match, a referee running in to officiate*