A camera is set up near the EXIT for the WRPD wrestlers.. a sign is placed "Leave Your Reactions" based on tonight's event.
Likewise, you can leave REACTIONS shot from your own cameras and such.
The newly crowned WRPD World Heavyweight Champion is standing in the center of the WRPD: JPN wrestling ring. The new World Champ is dressed to the nines in a seemingly fresh pressed, mustard plaid suit. Treats raises his smart phone up to take a selfie with his new championship in the center of the otherwise empty Hiroshima Sangyo Hall. The camera enters the ring through the middle and top ropes; quickly grabbing the Whole F’N Sideshow’s attention.
The battered clown raises his right hand, holding the WRPD World Heavyweight Championship; pointing out the name plate that reads Mr. Rottentreats. His smile is overtaken with a frown.
“…Should be one of the top five moments of my life. I wish I could say it is. But just like everything else I’ve ever accomplished here in WARPED. It’s tainted. Tainted by the fact that the substitute time keeper fucked up at One oh One and robbed me of that big moment in the Tokyo Dome. Tainted because of who I won it from. Tainted because I won it in Japan. The only good thing to come of this victory tonight and my being crowned WARPED World Heavyweight Champeen is that it took place in such an intimate setting. Say what you will about performing in the Tokyo Dome. But, tonight the electricity was palpable! With that said. I’m going to do exactly what I did with the WARPED Evolution Championship after I saved it from a ridiculous game of hot potato.”
Treats’ smile reappears at the mention of his WARPED Evolution Championship; as he raises his left hand to display the Evo championship. Letting out a hearty chortle, he cradles both titles in the respective crooks of his arms. The Wicked Clown Of WARPED continues as he makes his way to the ring ropes. Swinging his left leg over the middle rope, he pauses to look into the camera.
“I’m going to take it to one of my native homies and have it smudged. Then I’m going to rebuild its public image, brick by brick. Come one, come all…”
The clown steps out onto the apron, pausing to look back; he finishes.
“I promise not to shoot on you. But, I can’t promise I won’t shoot ya. Right Jacqui?”
Hopping off the apron; static interrupts his sudden fit of laughter.