*Artist comes out wearing his regular get up and dances his way to the ring while singing oh god, he asks for a mic but the female ring announcer runs before he arrives.* "Ladies and Gentleman...and Ladies, Welcome to the shoooow. Y'all see i'm out for 1 thing, and that's success and....i'm out to make what i haven't done already with your momma, Championship Gold, but theres one thing that's keepin me form that, Aids Johnson! *Crowd Boo's* So Dat Kid, come on out. *His music hits and outcomes a fat, ugly midget impersonator of Aids* Wow! The real thing? I thought you were really busy! Let's get straight to the questions! Who does your spot belong to? *Fake Aids: "YOU* Who does your momma belong to *FAKE AIDS: "YOU" well that settles it! Aids you have nothing! You washed up, drunk has been who is literally hiding behind a women! You gave me a match with you and then it turns into Harriet? I know exactly what will happen in our match, You'll start winning and i'll get a beer bottle and stick it up your ass and your addiction, and your win will belong, to the man made from a sizzlin blade, the man of the hour, the man thats to sweet to be sour, the man that bangs longer than Suddam hangs! Me! The Artist, you'll be a joke in your own poke! Hahah! None the less, Aids i don't care if i lose and i probably will, but i want a match with you and when you take off your panties, and put down your augmentations that your planning on getting, accept my challenge! Dark, Headline or anything. I want you in the ring, and you'll go down like Google against Bing!