As Cigaro by System Of A Down reverberated through the arena, a mix of anticipation and disapproval filled the air.
The fans couldn't help but voice their displeasure as Cartwright made his grand entrance.
Dressed in his business suit, he exuded an air of confidence that was hard to ignore.
♫My c**k is much bigger than yours,
My c**k can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure.
It's got you screaming back for more.
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR♫
The crowd's boos seemed to fuel Cartwright's determination as he made his way to the ring, joined by his teammates at either side of him.
He reveled in the hostility, knowing that he thrived under pressure.
The spotlight followed him, casting a dramatic glow on his intense gaze.
As the music reached its crescendo, Howard Finkel, the ring announcer, took center stage.
His voice echoed throughout the arena, adding to the electric atmosphere.
"Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, The Owner of the World Wrestling Federation Guild and the WWFG European Champion, he is CAAAARTWRIIIIGHT!
Joining him to his left, he is THEEE BUUUUTLEEEER!
Joining him to his right. he is the WWFG World Heavyweight Champion, The Freak, OOOOOOMEEEEEN!
Together, they are CAAAARTWRIIIIIGHT STROOOOOONG STYYYYLE!"
Cartwright makes his way in to the ring by climbing the steel steps and going through the top and middle rope. The Butler follows The Boss while The Champion lifts his leg over the top rope, followed by the other.
Cartwright's theme music fades-out with Cartwright demanding a microphone from a member of the ringside crew.
Cartwright: "What was I thinking by coming here to Hershey, Pennsylvania?!
The only thing you people have around here of interest is the Tröegs Brewing Company!
But you even ruined beer by mixing traditional English brewing techniques with your crappy new American brewing!
Way to ruin the only good thing here for me, America!"
The crowd loudly boos Cartwright for rightly trashing their local community.
Cartwright: "At least we at Cartwright Strong Style can think about No Mercy and be happy while we are in this dump of a State!
Tiger Hat, you sucker!
You just couldn't help yourself, could you?!
Curiosity killed the cat and you walked right in to our trap!
We left you laying in this ring and there was nothing that you could do about it!"
The crowd begins to show their support for Tiger Hat.
Crowd: "YATTA!"
See?
Cartwright: "Tiger Hat, I hope you learned your lesson.
If you're going to work for The Boss, I need to see positive results!
Otherwise you will have a negative time at the hands of Cartwright Strong Style!"
King: "If I was a crap commentator like JR, I would expect to be punished!
The lads did nothing wrong at No Mercy!"
JR: "What's the matter with you, King?
You sound a little jealous of good ol' JR!"
The fans couldn't help but voice their displeasure as Cartwright made his grand entrance.
Dressed in his business suit, he exuded an air of confidence that was hard to ignore.
♫My c**k is much bigger than yours,
My c**k can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure.
It's got you screaming back for more.
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR♫
The crowd's boos seemed to fuel Cartwright's determination as he made his way to the ring, joined by his teammates at either side of him.
He reveled in the hostility, knowing that he thrived under pressure.
The spotlight followed him, casting a dramatic glow on his intense gaze.
As the music reached its crescendo, Howard Finkel, the ring announcer, took center stage.
His voice echoed throughout the arena, adding to the electric atmosphere.
"Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, The Owner of the World Wrestling Federation Guild and the WWFG European Champion, he is CAAAARTWRIIIIGHT!
Joining him to his left, he is THEEE BUUUUTLEEEER!
Joining him to his right. he is the WWFG World Heavyweight Champion, The Freak, OOOOOOMEEEEEN!
Together, they are CAAAARTWRIIIIIGHT STROOOOOONG STYYYYLE!"
Cartwright makes his way in to the ring by climbing the steel steps and going through the top and middle rope. The Butler follows The Boss while The Champion lifts his leg over the top rope, followed by the other.
Cartwright's theme music fades-out with Cartwright demanding a microphone from a member of the ringside crew.
Cartwright: "What was I thinking by coming here to Hershey, Pennsylvania?!
The only thing you people have around here of interest is the Tröegs Brewing Company!
But you even ruined beer by mixing traditional English brewing techniques with your crappy new American brewing!
Way to ruin the only good thing here for me, America!"
The crowd loudly boos Cartwright for rightly trashing their local community.
Cartwright: "At least we at Cartwright Strong Style can think about No Mercy and be happy while we are in this dump of a State!
Tiger Hat, you sucker!
You just couldn't help yourself, could you?!
Curiosity killed the cat and you walked right in to our trap!
We left you laying in this ring and there was nothing that you could do about it!"
The crowd begins to show their support for Tiger Hat.
Crowd: "YATTA!"
See?
Cartwright: "Tiger Hat, I hope you learned your lesson.
If you're going to work for The Boss, I need to see positive results!
Otherwise you will have a negative time at the hands of Cartwright Strong Style!"
King: "If I was a crap commentator like JR, I would expect to be punished!
The lads did nothing wrong at No Mercy!"
JR: "What's the matter with you, King?
You sound a little jealous of good ol' JR!"
