*Rikishi's music starts playing as he makes his way down to the ring holding a microphone. Rikishi slides into the ring.*
Rikishi: I wish I could say that i'm proud to be standing in front of all of you, but the truth is i'm not. I couldn't give a damn about what you idiots think. You're just fans, I couldn't care less about what types of opinions you have about me.
*The crowd begins to boo.*
Rikishi: Screw you guys, you just don't know what real talent is. When I look out into the crowd all I see is dollar signs. That's all you are to me, just idiots who pay me to beat down on other wrestlers. Now, I don't mind that at all because seriously my job is pretty sweet. I mean I get paid to through around idiots in the ring and deliver my notorious stinkface. How many of you can actually say you enjoy your job?
*Rikishi scans the crowd.*
Rikishi: The only downside is i've grown rather bored of trying to amuse you idiots. There's no real challenges here. All these wrestlers are worthless and weak. There ain't a single wrestler strong enough to take me on, much less beat me. Last week I went up against Serg.Bazooka and that poor sucker never had a chance. Tonight i'm booked once again but this time I wasn't told who it was. No big deal, not like there's a single person here man enough to take me on, so whoever my opponent is for tonight i've got one piece of advice for you, stay backstage. If you insist on taking me on not only am I going to beat the living hell out of you, i'm going to have you kissing my sweet ass by the end of the night.
*Rikishi drops the microphone and begins to slap his ass a few times.*