Jokes on me...

Azul shuffles back and forth in the ring, dancing to the silence between entrances, eagerly awaiting his opponent. They've met once before in the ring, and Azul was planning to settle the score from last time. Unfortunately, he started feeling more and more like he wouldn't get his chance. He motions to an official outside the ring for a mic and addresses the empty stage.

Azul: Is this another one of your jokes, Creed!?

His fiery pseudo-latin temper started taking over. He paced back and forth in the ring more eagerly and waited longer than enough. The crowd was beginning to lose faith as well...

Azul: Alright, hahahaha, I get it. Jokes on me! I guess I only have myself to blame for taking you seriously, Creed. Perhaps you don't have enough time to compete in the ring anymore since you're a supposed "Hollywood Star" these days...or maybe you're just too much of a coward to get into this ring with the Blue Avenger.

Azul points to the stage.

Azul: Yeah, that's right, you're all talk...no walk, baby. You spend more time in the ring talking about how great you are than actually showing anything for it. If you're not going to face me, then I'll find someone else in POWER who will. Maybe somebody that actually has POWER, and not a washed up straight-to-dvd "extra" with no talent.

Azul throws the mic down to the mat and begins to leaves the arena.