Big T looks at the chest.
Then Big T looks at the crowd.
They cheer a bit as he approaches the chest but he backs away, microphone in hand.
Big T: You know, the easy thing to do would be to spit in your face and tell you where to go with this chest.
Big T looks to the crowd and they cheer his defiance. He puts out his arms in the signature "T" formation that he's known for and they give him some noise.
Big T: But I'm not going to do that. Why? Because I do respect you. You are a Champion of the Ring. And while I'll question the decision making processs that brought a psychopath like you into this company, you are here for a reason. And that reason is probably because you are one of the best. Like me.
The fans cheer and start chating, "C.O.T.R. C.O.T.R. C.O.T.R."
Big T: Now either you are a man with a hell of a special effects team behind you or you are a man to be dealt with seriously. Personally, I think you are a bit of both. However, I take orders from very few people. Ryan Lee is one of them. The man bult a company around putting the very best competion he could find in this very ring to get the most prestigious title in all of sports. Skullbeast, while I am not stupid enough to take you lightly, you ain't someone I'm about to take orders from.
The crowd pops Big T some and Big T looks Skullbeast in the eye.
Big T: How about you face me, right here and right now. And if you win, I'll open up whatever chest you want. But if I win, you promise never to lay a finger on these people ever again. Do you accept?