Holla If Ya Hear Me!!

Crowd lights dim to black as the blasting sound of a siren echoes throughout the arena. Lights flash back on and Scott Steiner has appeared on the stage.

JR: My lord, it's...it's...it's Big Poppa Pump, Scott Steiner.

Steiner strolls slowly down to the ring to a roar of "boos" from the crowd, but manages to get a kiss on the cheek from several different women as he makes his way to the ring.

"Now, I hear the way all of you react to my presence. I would think you trailer trash hillbillies would like to see a "Real Man" in this organization for a change. From what I've seen so far...I'm disgusted to be associated with some of these freaks. And I mean, literal freaks. We're not talking about Big Poppa Pump, we're not talking about "The Genetic Freak." You white trash, no good fans are gonna be seeing a lot of Scott Steiner...so get used to it. And don't act like you're not impressed, just look at me. So when any of you bums in the back want a match with a Real Man you know who to call. Big Poppa Pump's Got The Hook Up, Holla If Ya Hear Me!!"

Steiner drops the mic, flexes for the booing crowd and gives his bicep that well known kiss. Then slowly makes his way back up to the stage. Steiner stops at the stage and walks to a camera man. He pulls the camera in for a close up, removes his sunglasses and speaks directly into it.

"You're lookin' at the next TWA Champion, and damn he looks good!!"

Steiner then pushes the camera away and exits the stage as cameras fade to black.