**The crowd boos loudly and bitterly as 'The Beautiful People' plays over the PA speakers and Rob Blackandblue comes out to the ring with mic in hand and wearing an "I Own RDCW's Ass!" baseball cap on his head.**
Now,before I get to the main reason why I'm here tonight--namely,the complete destruction of that fat little toad Paul Hyman--I've got a few things to say about RDCW.If anybody there thinks they can stop me from taking it over and doing any fucking thing I want with it,they're dead wrong!Who's gonna stop me....Louie Bastardo?I ran him out of California years ago.Sweet Willie Williams?I've got friends in Texas who could buy and sell his crummy little excuse for a ranch a hundred times over.
**The boos get louder.**
Oh,I suppose you think those nerds in SD-6 can take me down?Let's see if you still believe that after the Journeymen lay a little Kryptonite on 'em!And Ian Bond?What a joke--that shithead limey couldn't carry my briefcase.Same goes for the collection of washouts he has the nerve to call a stable,especially that disrespectful little punk Chris Oakley;fact is,the only reason Oakley has the XPW world title right now is because biased RDCW referees handed it to him on a silver plate!And I'm going to prove it by sending my main man Darien Irons to bring the title back to XPW where it belongs!
**Blackandblue gestures towards the locker room area...**
