Suddenly a new music is played and a figure steps out of the backstage area and walks towards the ring.
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The wrestler is dressed in a nobleman's outfit, wearing a cylinder hat and carrying a walking cane.
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As he strides towards the ring, his grim face neither looks right nor left, and even as he enters the ring he makes no attempt of posing for the audience.
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After positioning himself in the middle of the ring, he holds out a hand for a staff member to give him a mic.
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Esgaroth: "Good evening, Ladies and .... well actually I don't think peasants like you don't deserve to be greated this formal, so I will leave it at 'good evening'."
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The first people begin to boo him for that statement.
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Esgaroth: "I am Lord Esgaroth, the 8th count of Walldorf, but you people may call me 'my Lord', 'your grace', or 'your highness'."
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By now the whole arena is booing.
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Esgaroth: "See, taht's exactly the point why I despise low-born scum like you are. You live lifes without class and style, crawling through the meaningless dirt that is your existance."
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Esgaroth: "And when you see real greatness, you get reminded of your own inferiority."
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The crowd starts to chant 'you suck', but Esgaroth just keeps going.
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Esgaroth: "Now a great man, such as me, whe realising that would study the guy who proves to be better, to advance and evolve. But not you."
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Esgaroth: "You start badmouthing that person, trying to feel superior by that. And this crowd here tonight again proves that the stupidity as well as the stench of the lower classes is cumulative!"
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The audience explodes in a thunderous uproar.
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Esgaroth: "And again, when confronted with a truth you don't like, all peasants react the same way: denial."
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Esgaroth: "The truth is, if I could have it my way, I'd avoid talking to you, but I know how to behave. And it's a habit that a new wrestler introduces hisself to the audience.
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Esgaroth: "Well, I'm here, deal with it!"
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He drops the mic and strides out of the arena, followed by the boos od the audience.