*Michael Warren grabs a mic*
I am the Archangel, sent to deliver justice to this pathetic company, and I have a quick message for my next opponent; Sir Cobain.
It seems like you and I are destined to do battle once again. After our last match I respect your skills and as I have said in the past you are not one of those who I have been sent here to smite. Clearly you and I are among the top competitors in this company. However, that Interboard Championship shall be the first thing in this filthy company that I cleanse and you, Sir, are in my way.
You have felt my power before and only escaped thanks to a lucky kick. This time I will not show the same mercy. This time I will take the title and show all the wretches in the audience and the locker room the power that I possess.
I suggest you just hand over the title now and save yourself some pain.
These are the words of the Archangel.
*Exits*
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(Maniac64 at work)
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