Once Shaniqua had been rolled away from ringside a very familiar music and video flared to life. Richard actually began to look relieved and then worried as he realised that Brandon presence usually meant it would be closely followed by Gunther. Brandon sauntered to ringside in his usual relaxed manner, seemingly stopping to greet every single fan who was close enough to a guardrail to touch him and he never seemed to stop smiling which Richard found to be slightly unnerving after awhile.

Finally, Brandon rolled into the ring under the bottom rope, stood up, checked his hair was high enough and then grinned. He waved and then pushed the red button and waited....

The image flashed up on the creature tron



Brandon laughed and then shook Richard's hand. He took the mic and waved at the arena to be quiet and then said...

"Gotcha!"

Richard took the mic back smiling.

"As the winner of the Pre-platinum event Brandon is not included in the draft. Why are you here?"

Brandon chuckled.

"I thought you could do with a bit of moral support mate. Besides, I want to be on hand to see who goes where and make a more informed decision at the end of the night as to which brand I want to be in and since I hate fat women..."

He cringed at the thought of all the wobbling fat.

"...things ain't going all too well for either brand so far!"

((ooc: hehehe...I couldn't help but play with the button again...lol!))