Rooster blares from the Cheesedome PA speakers as Chris Oakley hits the ring minus his fellow Bond Brigade members; in the center of the ring we see the Crotch standing with a wireless mic in hand. The crowd falls silent as Crotch begins his interview.
CROTCH:Chris,tonight you're facing James Fantastic,the heart and soul of the Tuesday Night Rockers,on Havoc!You feel nervous about that at all?
CHRIS:Not really, Crotch....I've survived some of the most brutal matches in RDCW history.(major pops from the crowd) And to repeat something I said last week, when the Bond Brigade and the Tuesday Night Rockers meet at Halloween Handjobs, it'll be the standard by which all other six-man tag team matches are measured.(louder pops)
CROTCH: I'm not the type to spread idle gossip, Chris, but...(meaningful pause)The Boston Strangler claims that he's heard hints from the locker room all may not be well with the Bond Brigade.
(shocked gasps from fans at ringside)
CHRIS: With all due respect, Crotch, the Strangler doesn't have the slightest clue what he's talking about... the Brigade is solidly united, and we're going to prove it at Halloween Handjobs!(More pops)
CROTCH: I don't know,Chris-- the Strangler is usually a pretty reliable source of behind-the-scenes information here at RDCW. Can you honestly look me in the face and tell me there's no dissention whatsoever in the ranks of your group?
CHRIS: (leans forward until he's practically nose-to-nose with Crotch) Yeah, I can.
And tell your buddy the Boston Strangler to stop believing every scrap of men's room BS he hears from Louie Bastardo.
Chris shoves the Crotch away, exits the ring, and walks back to the dressing room as Rooster again blares over the Cheesedome PA system. Camera zooms in on Crotch looking somewhat dumbfounded as we fade to commercial.
