The Cheese-O-Tron comes on. Joe Mama is in the Trainer's Room, getting his wrist taped before his match.

Do you two listen to yourselves? Do you hear the homoerotic ramblings that come out of your mouths? "I handcuffed myself!" "I thought it was your house!" Christ, is your title match gonna be a wrestling match or a slapfight? When did the Cheese-Dome become The Birdcage???

Now, tonight, me and that second-generation superstar, the GREAT Son of Mxy, are in a tag match that can only bring us closer to our goal of taking Championship Gold away from the corruption that is the RwO (and the Power Trip). After that, I may very well take a ringside seat to watch you two cabana boys provide the RDCW fans with a laugh for five or ten minutes. Hell, I may even make my presence felt before the comedy that is your match is through.

Because, Nowhereman, you created a belt specifically to go around your waist. As far as I'm concerned that's a RwO belt, not a REAL RDCW belt, and you're nothing but a fake champ. A phony who desperately needs a cold slap of reality.

And, Snarf, whether you leave this pay-per-view with a belt around your waist or without, you're nothing but a zero with dreams of RDCW glory. And putting you out of your misery may be the most merciful thing I can do for the RDCW fans.

Cheers, boys!

Joe grins and flashes the middle finger, then lift his index finger to give a more "British" sentiment. The Cheese-O-Tron goes black.

Uschi said:
I won't rape you, I'll just fuck you 'till it hurts and then not stop and you'll cry.

MisterJLA: RACKS so hard, he called Jim Rome "Chris Everett." In Him, all porn is possible. He is far above mentions in so-called "blogs." RACK him, lest ye be lost!

"I can't even brush my teeth without gagging!" - Tommy Tantillo: Wank & Cry, heckpuppy, and general laughingstock

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