Backstage, we see a darkened room, covered in trash, broken furniture and various dangerous looking objects. Sitting in the middle of all this is SPAMM, with his back against a board.
SPAMM: Tonight, The Clockwork Banana House of Fun Match receives his debut in RDCW. This match will plumb the depths of sick violence, torture and darkness. The Steel Cage will become not just a barrier, but a cell.
Monroe: Nice to see he's as lucid as ever!
SPAMM: To whoever I face tonight, I send this warning: Do not think you will survive intact. There is no survival in The house of Fun, there is only victory. This match will rip you to shreds in mind, body and soul. Your body may leave the House of Fun, but part of you will forever be entombed within it's four walls.
Marcum: Whoever, the mystery opponent is, I'm really glad it's not me!
SPAMM: I will also say this: I issue a challenge to anybody in RDCW. If they consider themselves strong enough in sould and body, then let them step inside The Clockwork Banana House of Fun to face me. Face, Heel, stablemate of hated foe, it does not matter to me. I will fight all and sundry, in the name of pain.
Monroe: Buhgawd! Is SPAMM completely insane?!
Marcum: I'd say his foe'd have to be insane, to want to fight him!
SPAMM: To the IV, I send this message: Abandon all hope. Grimm himself is coming, the one true master of Darkness. The Monster Darth will crush the Mid-Nite Doctor tonight, and Pig Iron, The Whoayahh of Paain, will stand at my side as we destroy the Tag Team Division. The Dark Days are here, none will survivie. So Sayeth The Monkey Man!
SPAMM gets up, and we see that the board is covered in broken glass, with the sharp edges sticking outwards
Monroe: BUHGAWD! SPAMM's been sitting there shredding his back on that board!
Marcum: He really IS insane!
