[Up.]

[Laying in the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan would be 1/3^rd of Wrestling Academy's instructors Tyson Burke. It has been six days since he stuffed down four times the amount of food that a man his size should be able to have eaten. It has been six hours since he's heard from Curtis Penn about the Fist of Defiance and about how badly he wants to be in the tournament.]

[Always something about kicking people in the teeth and junk.]

[Then again it has been six minutes since his last Sour Patch Kid. A disgruntled look appears on his face and he reached down and finds an empty sack.]

Burke:
Shoot, now a nigga gotta get up outta bed. No... bears, worms, or kids. Shoot.

[In the past Tyson Burke has never been allowed to cut a promo by himself, something about Parental Guidance Ratings or some sort of bureaucratic bull that has always had him tied down as apart of a tag team with him only allowed a script and him having to follow it. When he didn't it just looked like he was eating gummy bears or a lot of Doritos]

[He makes it to a sitting position and runs his hands through the sheets and jackpot! He found a green gummy bear, that would be his favorite.]

Burke:
Since, I'm up and shit. Hows about I schoo' y'all about dis Fist of Defiance shit.

[He pops the gummy into his mouth and stashes it in the side of his mouth.]

Burke:
Y'all ain't eva seent me by myself. Always wit' a cracka or two at my side.

[He smiles.]

Burke:
Extenuating circumstances an' all.

[He winks at the camera.]

Burke:
Nows I'm apart of Defiance...yeah nigga! And I no longa am apart of da chain gang. Nigga free... for one match!

[He starts to suck on his last gummy bear savoring the sweet fruity juiciness.]

Burke:
I like Curt... goofy name ,but I like 'em.. he's my homie. A brotha of anotha color as he puts it. Almost knocked his punk ass out fer it dough.

[He finally starts to eat the softened, gooey, small helping of world peace.]

Burke:
I won't make 'em look to bad at da Defiance show. Gonna show all dem sucka's dat da kid don't play. Dat dis kid is sick wit it and shit. Gonna punk out all des bitches and bring me home some new bling.

Now if ya don't min' I gotsta go get me some more gummy bears.

[Duces.]

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