PenWing is halfway up the ramp when his music cuts out with what sounds like a needle being dragged across an album. He stops and "Ecstacy Of Gold" plays. The fans start chanting "Papa Joe!!!" as Joe Mama, duffel bag in hand, steps out onto the ramp. He walks down to the ring, pausing only to stare at PenWing for a moment and say something to him. He grabs a microphone from JJoey SStyles, high-fives him, and then enters the ring.
JM: PenWing, you might want to stay there for a minute. You'll want to hear this!
Turns to the ECW crowd.
JM: Hold on...don't go chanting yet! We need to do this up right!
Joe Mama opens the duffel bag and pulls out what looks like a pillow, which he straps to his chest and stomach, making him look a bit fatter. Then he pulls out a Hawaiian shirt which he puts on. A moment to slick back his hair, and the transformation is complete: Joe Mama is now Papa Joe. The crowd erupts with chants of "PAPA JOE!!!" and "HOLY SHIT!!!" Papa Joe is in character, but can't hold back the smile.
Papa Joe: How you doin'?!? The Iron Guinea is HERE, and he has a few things to say!!!
The crowd is going nuts!
PJ: Back before there was a Papa Joe, there was a kid, just out of college, who signed a contract with Billionaire Vince. His gimmick? I was to be the long-lost son of Mama Cass or Mama Cass reincarnated (Hell, I don't remember) - "Papa Cass". The East Coast Hammer was the "Ham Sammitch Slam".
He shakes his head at the memory as the crowd chants "Fuck Vince!!!"
PJ: I'm sure you all know what happened after that. That's right: nothing. I was buried. I rarely even wrestled in dark matches. I was a man forgotten, so I asked out of my contract. Vince was more than willing to let me go, so I went back to Boston and slowly got more bitter...and fatter.
Next thing I know, I get a call from Nowhereman. "Is this Papa CUNT...I mean, Cass?!?" he asks me. He tells me he want to sign me to ECW. He's got some great ideas for me (Fuck, had I heard THAT before!!!). He'll make me a front-line wrestler again. What do I say?
I tell him I don't wanna get screwed over. I tell him I'm not doing "Papa Cass" and fuck him if he wants me to. He tells me about being "Papa Joe" and how it'll give Vince the big "fuck you". I tell him I'm interested, but I'm weighing in at about 280. He tells me that's no problem and get my ass to the ECW Arena to sign the fucking contract. Which I did. And I never looked back.
Let me tell you fans something: I fucking LOVED my time with ECW! They worked my ass off! I was building the ring, wrestling in it, then taking it down! I got healthier, I got thinner, and I learned what TRUE wrestling was! My feud with Tommy Sleeper was a highlight in my career. So, when Nowhereman approached me about this Reunion, I told him I'd be here, just name the time and place!
Every wrestler you fans are going to see tonight is here to say Thank You for your support! Every wrestler here owes a HUGE debt to you ECW fans! From the bottom of my heart, thank all of you for being here! Thank you for being the best fucking fans on the face of this earth!!!
The crowd is chanting "ECW"!!!
Papa Joe turns and faces PenWing.
PJ: Now, PenWing, you and I have some business on the horizon that we WILL finish! But let me say this now: You go into that Junkyard Battle Royale, and you kick some ASS!!! You get in there and WIN the whole fucking thing!!!
Some of the crowd is now chanting "PenWing!!!" PenWing acknowledges the fans and Papa Joe. The two competitors point to each other, nodding.
PJ: And, when this Rage In A Cage II DOES take place, know that you won't have to worry about any interference from Family Busines! If Chris Oakley and the XPW want to try and steal ECW's thunder, they can damn well feel its wrath!!!
The crowd starts booing that the mention of XPW...
PJ: Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to prepare for! I'm fixin' to make Tommy Sleeper BLEED!!!
"Ecstacy Of Gold" plays. Papa Joe leaves the ring and walks up the ramp. He stops near PenWing and they stare each other down. Then they grin, shake hands, and leave together as the crowd chants their names...
