*Havoc opens and the ring is decked out with pink and black tiling. There are two vinyl cushioned stools and mic stands in the center of the ring.*
Monroe: Folks, as you can see, we are eagerly anticipating another installment of Meeko's Mic Night!
Marcum: Why does there have to be so much pink?
*The fans cheer as "Strike It Up" starts playing. Meeko, sporting her pink pinstriped black business suit, makes her way to the ring. She takes the mic in hand.*
Meeko: Welcome to Meeko's Mic Night!
*The crowd cheers even louder.*
Meeko: Tonight, I turn the mic over to one of the most dangerous men in the world of wrestling. When it comes to being banned in arenas, this guy wrote the book, largely due to his unpredictable hardcore style. For years he has tormented the RDCW's very own Chris Oakley, and last week wasn't any different. Ladies and gentlemen, I now turn the mic over to...the Killer!
*"Angel of Death" blares from the Cheesedome PA system as the Killer struts down to the ring while the crowd boos him.*
Monroe: I don't understand how this-this monster can be allowed to compete in the RDCW! Word from the Bond Brigade is that Ian Bond is still in the hospital recovering from facial fractures and a severe concussion!
Marcum: It just goes to prove the point that managers should stay out of the ring!
*The Killer grabs the mic from the stand a takes a seat. Meeko does the same, and gestures to him that he can start any time. The Killer begins to speak in his usual electronically distorted voice.*
Killer: You think I'm stupid? Huh? You think I don't know that I'm supposed to start talking?
*Meeko keeps a straight face as the Killer continues to berate her.*
Killer: What? You got something to say to me, bitch? No? Didn't think so. So let's get to why I'm here. For six long gobdamn years, I've been trying to climb out of the ranks of the jobbers and into the elite level of this business, to compete in main events, to be mentioned in the same breath with the likes of Ric Flair, Triple H, Jeff Jarrett and Joe Mama. But it's not happening! And why?!! I'll spell it out for you in two words: CHRIS OAKLEY. Everything he's ever done has been with one purpose: to keep me from attaining the glory and respect I deserve! But that's all going to change at SummerScam.... Your hero, your patron saint, your golden idol is going to wind up on the business end of the Urge to Kill and the 1st Degree! (Points up in the direction of the Cheese-O-Tron) You want proof that I'm a better man than Jokely?!! Here it comes!
*To raucous and ever-louder boos from the crowd, the Cheese-O-Tron begins displaying a video package of highlights from Killer's career, with special emphasis on his ongoing war with Chris Oakley; we see guys getting put through tables, piledrived on floors, tossed through car windows, set on fire, and generally getting physically abused by every means possible. The Killer laughs his head off while Meeko keeps a straight face, looking unamused.*
Monroe: Buhgawb! This isn't a highlight reel, it's a horror show!
Marcum: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Mouth. You see horror, I see a man who knows how to get down to business!
Meeko: You know, Killer. May I call you Killer?
Killer: That's my name, ain't it?
Meeko: Well, some people who have "the" preceding their names prefer to be spoken about in third person. Anyway, Killer, I noticed from the video that you like to take your matches to the extreme. I mean, setting people on fire, and piledriving them into the floor, and throwing them into windows... You really know how crush your opponents.
Killer: I do indeed. It's about time someone recognized my natural ability to cause chaos and mayhem wherever I go!
Monroe: That's actually an accurate description.
Meeko: The thing is, Killer, and I'm speaking as a manager here... Did it ever occur to you that you take it too far? Now, before you respond to my question, you should realize that I have managed two RDCW Hardcore Porn Champions. Believe me, and since your new around here, you probably should, PenWing and Captain Sammitch can both take a match to the same levels of extreme chaos and mayhem that you can. However, and this is very important, Killer, they know when to stop and get the pin. That is the sign of a champion. As important as emotion is to the match, a champion knows when the match is done. One thing I noticed about your highlights, Killer, is that you didn't show the end results of those matches. Killer, I took the time to watch some of your matches. In fact, I watched the very same matches you highlighted for us tonight. You lost every single one of them. You want respect, Killer? Stop the overkill, and just get the damn pin!
Killer: Just who the hell do you think you are, you BITCH! I know what I'm doing! When I step in the ring, I'm the only one who WALKS out! In fact, I'm in the ring right now!
*The Killer drops the mic and starts to move towards Meeko. Los Monstros Azules and Chris Oakley bolt down the ramp, and they manage to tackle the Killer before he can get a hand on Meeko. Meeko slips out of the ring as the Killer starts tossing the Bond Brigade around. A group of referees race down the ramp and separate the wrestlers. The Killer exits the ring as referees escort him to the back. Senor Perdicion picks up the fallen mic.*
Senor Perdicion: Puta, you've just signed your own death warrant!!! (Major pops from the crowd) At SummerScam, Senor Oakley will tear you to pieces--and then El Daga and I will destroy the pieces!! But first, we are going to give you a special preview tonight!
Monroe: Buhgawb! Will there be anything left of the Killer for Oakley to fight at SummerScam?
Marcum: You're worried about the Killer!? The real question is, will the blue boys be able to quench his bloodlust tonight, or will he still thirst for blood at SummerScam?
