RKMBs Forums .::Important::. RDCW Havoc 11/10/04

Joe Mama makes his way to the announce table as the massive cage structure comes down to engulf the ring in unforgiving steel. Unlike most nights, Joe Mama is not in his ring gear - instead of blue jeans, steel-toed boots, and a Red Sox batting practice jersey (#15), he's in a pair of khaki slacks, a blue button-down shirt, a leather bomber jacket, and shoes. Gone is the baseball cap in favor of a nicely brushed hairstyle. The only belt he's carrying is the IC belt. He sits in between the Mouth and the Madman and puts on his headset.

JM: Gentlemen, it's good to see yez tonight.

Madman: Well, aren't you a handsome man! All doled up for the match? Maybe you'll get a date out of it?

JM: Sounds like you're soliciting me, Marcum.

Mouth: Seriously, champ. What's with the civilian clothes? And what was up with you seemingly backing down from Chris Oakley and Louie Bastardo?

Madman: I'll tell ya! Chris Oakley's got Joe's number and everyone knows it! Joe wants no piece of Chris after the beating he got a week ago! Of course he backed down tonight!!!

JM: Shows what kind of a moron you are, Marcum. Louie Bastardo bitched, moaned, and threatened Chris' way into this match. I don't know the details, but I do know the word "lawyers" was used. So Chris got in on this match. As for the backstage..."issue": it was a no-win situation. Either I beat the shit out of Chris in front of everyone, and Bastardo sics his legal team on the RDCW for "costing" Chris his "shot" at the title...or I get into a fight with him, get jumped by Bastardo and Queen Snarf, and possibly get injured for nothing. I've got no problem throwing down with a punk-bitch like Oakley, but I'm not gonna do it for nothing. So I decided to step aside, bide my time, and give Chris the beatdown he's been begging me for later, when it counts towards something.

Mouth: Makes sense.

Madman: You're scared, pretty-boy. Oakley's in your head.

One by one, the competitors make their way to the ring, each one with a passing comment to Joe Mama, who applauds them all. Chris Oakley makes his way to the ring, with Louie Bastardo in tow, and Joe's appause takes an almost sarcastic tone. The pair stand in front of the announce table, shooting their mouths off to the Eurotrash champ. Joe lets them run their mouths, then gestures to Chris to get in the ring. Chris does, leaving Louis to get a few more comments in. With all the competitors in the cage, the bell rings and the match starts.