01-12-2007, 04:26 AM
Face twisted into a sick grin underneath his mask, Spop struted his way from the arena. He knew that after tonight performance, he was really making a name for himself. Soon, Burter would have no choice but to book him in bigger matches. The championship would be his. Which championship didn't matter much, Spop would be happy with either. Next week would be his chance to put an even bigger hurt on his opponents, and anyone else unlucky enough to get in his way.

