As the RDCW fans jeer and throw garbage into the ring, Joe Mama and Louie Bastardo stand, looking triumphant. Joe holds up the IC title belt defiantly. Mike Monroe climbs into the ring with a microphone.
Monroe: This has to be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen! How could you do this to your own wrestler? A guy who you built up into a champion? Who you claimed was like a son to you?
Bastardo: Gimme that microphone, you loser! You see, Chris was like a son to me. And when he went against my wishes and continued this rift, it hurt me. It hurt me deeply. I didn't want to believe he would attempt to destroy the Bastardo Family in this way. So in a last ditch attempt, a few weeks ago on Havoc, I gave Chris Oakley a choice. I gave everyone in the Bastardo Family locker room a choice. They could stop this foolishness right now, or they could continue blaming Snarf and following that little punk James Fantastic. Well, they made their choice, and I made mine!
Crowd chants “ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!” but Louie speaks louder, talking over them.
Bastardo: Chris, I'm gonna say this directly to you. My father always used to tell me something when I was a kid. He said, "Son, if you're standing in a room full of players and you can't figure out who the sucker is, then you're the sucker." Well, Chris, you had a chance to be a player, and you threw it all down the drain like a sucker. Ptui!
Louie spits on the unconscious Chris Oakley.
Bastardo: You see, I promised that at the Rumble, the weakness that was poisoning the Bastardo Family would be cut out like a tumor. And I am a man of my word. So let me just finish by saying this: Chris, James, and anyone who wants to side with them in all this. . .YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!!!!!
