Kovaze Wrestling Federation - White Brand DBonee Promo

(The arena lights dim. A single spotlight hits the entrance. The beat drops—slow, menacing, like a heartbeat before a kill. DBonee steps through the curtain, mic in hand, eyes locked on the ring. No music. Just the echo of boots on steel.) DBonee: Listen up, White Brand... 'cause the forecast just changed. They called it a draft. I call it a hostile takeover. You see these scars? (lifts shirt, revealing jagged lines across ribs) These ain’t from losing. These are receipts. Every town, every ring, every so-called "king" who thought they could step to DBonee... paid in full. And now? They shipped me here. To your little snow-white kingdom. Where the lights are bright, the smiles are fake, and the champions... (smirks) ...still sleep with nightlights. But me? I thrive in the dark. You got your pretty boys with their highlight reels. Your "technical wizards" who tap out when the going gets ugly. Your "legends" coasting on yesterday’s glory. I’m not here to join the party. I’m here to burn the venue down. Starting now. White Brand’s about to learn what the underground’s known for years: DBonee doesn’t win matches. He ends bloodlines. So line ‘em up. The golden boy. The gatekeeper. The "face of the brand." I’ll break ‘em one by one. Stack the bodies like cordwood. And when the smoke clears? (drops to a knee in the ring, drags thumb across throat) This brand won’t be white anymore. It’ll be bone. DBonee’s bone. (Mic drop. Lights out. The hunt begins.)