After a short break to plug RDCW's January PPV, we come back to the action at ringside. Alice in Chains' "Snuff the Rooster" blasts from the arena's PA speakers and we see Chris Oakley strutting down to the ring wearing combat boots, camouflage pants, and a T-shirt that reads KILL 'EM ALL, LET GOD SORT 'EM OUT! He climbs into the ring as the crowd boos him at the top of their lungs; responding with a contemptuous scowl, he picks up a wireless mike and begins to talk.
Well, well, well . . . . life just isn't being very good to your hero Joke Mama these days, is it? First he has to hand over his IC title to me, then his little mascot Bilgerat Sammitch bails out on him, then he and SOM lose their tag team belts to Notwedge and the Captain of Outer Space, and tonight he's going to lose his beloved Eurotrash title!!!
Chris smirks as the crowd boos him again.
And just to really rub some salt in his wounds, I'm going to kick his ass at next month's RDCW PPV in a Fenway Park street fight! Yeah, you heard me right, I'm throwing down the gauntlet for Jerk Mama to meet me in a no holds barred street fight match at next month's RDCW PPV event! And I can assure you that whatever else happens tonight, two things are absolutely guaranteed: one, I'm going to kick the crap out of Bibbo and Wednesday in the Triple Threat match; and two, at next month's PPV I'm going to end the legend of Jobber Mama once and for all!
Security moves to surround the ring and the aisle back to the locker room as it becomes apparent that the crowd wants to rip Chris apart and feed him to the sharks.
Oh, and by the way, I thought you all might like to know that I had some remodeling work done a short time ago on Joke Mama's car. I'd get more specific than that, but I have a match to get ready for, and the sooner I start prepping for it, the faster I can beat Bibbo and Wednesday. Besides, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so . . .
Chris gestures towards the Cheese-O-Tron monitor, then puts his mike down and makes his way towards the locker room. The crowd murmurs first in astonishment and then in anger as they see a closeup of Joe Mama's car; the vehicle has quite clearly been trashed within an inch of its life. Its tires are slashed, its windows and windshield are smashed in, and the body is littered with a plethora of dents from where it was caved in by repeated blows from a sledgehammer. Camera zooms in to reveal a brief message sprayed on the car's hood: "JOE MAMA'S CAREER R.I.P."
