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Genre Won: and The Champ




The Champ: " we don't know who he is
or who he might represent: but we
know onething, from top to bottom
every crevice and edge
of this sport we are
known as the best, and some
glorified jobber to come in  here
and unravel "Genre Won" !"
We are gonna pull his mask off
and tell the world who he os!
I looked up after the blow and
 this mealy green masked man 
grabs me and suplexes me: Jive and wrong
I'm more than just a star man
I'm a Superstar.
One thing though"
I'm champion the Worlds
champion and that's the way it gonna be!"

Announcer: get this man outta here!
( the champ turn back to him)
The Champ: what did you say to me?
What did you say,
Guy two: calm down man, calm down we got the main event.
The Champ: I'm the main event, you get outta my face
it's all about me
everything's all about me
Vain and Vanity it's
all about me. I don't need you busters here anyway.
The announcer: He's outta control, get him outta here.
The Champ: It's over man, ya'll fired and Mr. TV guy
( he fister falls him)
and the camera man stops the footage.
( we heard the announcer say
"it's go away heat: thats what it is that why
the other guys lost there respect for him, get him outta here")

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