The name is Dr Disrespect. I’m the two time, back to back, consecutive years. A lot of you were still in your little diapers. Still in your: little onesie pyjamas, footsie pyjamas. He-man pyjamas. Spiderman pyjamas. A lot of you were still sleeping on the top of your bunk bed, underneath your blankets, scared to death by the boogeyman underneath your bed. A lot of you were still there while I was out at Marine World. Winning! 2 years in a row, the 1993/1994 Blockbuster video game championships right in front of the Killer Whale exhibit. 200+, 2 TVs, NBA Jam. I’m an international video game superstar. I’m 6ft 8, 37-inch vertical leap. A jawline that will cut, slice, deliver anything that you can dream of, right to your front door. Nothing but success. Nothing but success! That’s what my life’s about. Period. The pitch today, ladies and gentlemen, is wide open. The crowds are flooding in, VIP seating, Skybox section. Reserved for the slick daddy club. The slick daddy club looking so damn good today. I’m feeling so damn good today. It’s obvious. The V of success.
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