Camera abruptly swings to the far end of the corridor, as we see Chris Oakley approaching JM with an almost homicidal glare in his eyes. Walking beside him is Louie J. Bastardo in a sequined green tuxedo that looks like a reject from a Bobby Heenan garage sale. Chris stops directly in front of JM and pokes a finger into his chest.
Let's get a few things straight right now, you pathetic loser. I didn't hire Louie because I need him to run interference . . . I hired him because of his brilliant strategic mind and because of his ability to recognize my true greatness, unlike you and most of the other idiots in RDCW. I think you have a concussion, or else you'd remember the ass-kicking I gave you and Mxy in last week's handicap match . . . . nothing felt sweeter than to drill your worthless hide through the canvas with the Green Monster for the 1-2-3. However, slamming Son of Mxy's skull into a steel chair with the Cape Cod Crunch comes in a very close second.
Camera zooms in on Louie J. Bastardo as he grins smugly, then pans back to Chris and JM.
What I did to you last week was just the beginning of a new era--not only am I going to win that double-decker IC title match tonight, but later on, I'm going to be at ringside to cheer King Snarf on as he takes the Heavyweight Cheese belt from BSAMS.
JM clenches his teeth and his fists; Chris slips a pair of brass knuckles on his own fists.
You want to start something, asswipe?
JM reluctantly backs up a step.
I didn't think so. (Briefly paces around the locker room.) As for the rest of you assholes, I will take great satisfaction in stomping your worthless carcasses into the ground . . . especially you, PenWing, you slimy little son of a bitch. The war between us hasn't ended, it's merely taken a pause. Tonight the final battle in that war is going to be fought, and I'm going to win it decisively.
Puts away the brass knuckles and high-fives Louie.
C'mon, Louie, let's get outta here. We have a match to prepare for and a title to win. See you in the cage, you overrated no-talent pieces of crap!
Chris and Louie turn around and strut back to the Bastardo Family locker room, leaving JM, JQ, Wednesday, PenWing, Captain Sammich, URG, Pariah, and Rex muttering angrily to each other about Chris' newfound arrogant attitude. Behind PenWing a few of the RDCW Divas can be seen frowning in disgust at Louie's retreating form. And as we go to commercial, Chris and Louie can be seen shaking hands with King Snarf, all three Bastardo Family members grinning like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary.
