Minneapolis... HOW YOU DOIN'

[Kamden]

OOC: Welcome back, Nicholas! This isn't much, but it's something at least.
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The intro to SAWT is a Sin had its run through, and out shuffled Enzo Amore onto the stage. He was decked out in his usual thuggish gear-- baggy, red leather cargo pants tucked into red jordans with leopard trims. As he walked with a dip down the ramp, he pumped up the crowd.

Enzo Amore: My name is Enzo. Amore. And I’m a bonafide stud and a certified G. And ya CAN’T. TEACH. THAT.

His music cut and he stayed on the ramp, gripping the mic in a gloved hand.

Enzo Amore: Minneapolis, Minnesota… HOW YOU DOIN’.

The crowd cheered and he bobbed his head in approval, stroking his goatee.

Enzo Amore: I hope you guys is ready for a showdown tonight. Ya boy is about to step in that ring there with SETH. ROLLINS.

The crowd cheered again at mention of Rollins. Enzo started making his way down the ramp again.

Enzo Amore: Seth Rollins man, Seth Rollins. Talk about an athlete. The dude’s a god. But guess what? A god ain’t got no place on this planet. No place in Minneapolis. So looks like I’ma have to heabutt Seth Rollins so hard he’ll sprout some angel wings and fly back up into the sky he fell from. On some Red Bull stuff, know what I’m sayin’? I’m gonna KILL Seth Rollins when I chop him in the chest so hard he’ll blast back to D’Qar, Olympus, Mars and the moon all in one trip! AHHHHHH!

He took a second to flex as hard as he could, bugging his eyes out before returning back to his normal look. As normal as that could have been.

Enzo Amore: Nah man, I can’t kill Seth Rollins. Ain’t good for my track record. But back to the story. In the beginning, I’ma just kick Seth Rollins in his space pants so hard his butt crack is gonna be his new part on the top of his greasy scalp. Then in the middle, I’ma punch him in his skull so hard his eyes gonna pop out of his ears and that he’ll be hearing stars instead of seein’ em. But in the end, I’ma get that shoulder of his down and pin him for the 1 2 TREE. Like a CERTIFIED G. AND YA CAN’T TEACH THAT, YA SAWFTS.

He paused for effect before holding up the mic one more time.

Enzo Amore: BADA BOOM. REALEST GUY IN THE ROOM.

He punched the mic out of his hand with a bionic fist before pacing back and forth in the ring, waiting for his opponent.