The camera cuts to the mWo locker room. SPAMM has a shooting stick and is wearing a huge fake moustache. Chevy has a helmet on, and ZOD has painted his face in camo piant. Syxxty is wearing camo lingerie
SPAMM: Now men, tonight we launch Operation: Title. I need not tell you, this is perhaps the most important mission in our LIVES. It's objective: helping me rretain the Big Cheese Belt!
SPAMM whacks the Big Cheese Belt for emphasis, and breaks the shooting stick. He looks at it for a second, then fligns it over his shoulder
SPAMM: I need not remind you, men, that this is perhaps the most difficult stage of the whoel mission. Tonight I face Grimm and Nowhereman. But are we afraid? NO!! Even though they could beat, pummel, slam, mangle, eviscerate, eradicate and otherwise destroy us! They could reduce us to bloody, mangled, barely alive hunks of meat begging for mercy, and even then they would merely laugh as they ripped the still-beating hearts from our bodies and devoured them as we looked on in horror!
By this time, ZOD and Nova re looking more than slightly terrified, and Syxxty looks like she's going to puke.
SPAMM: To defeat such veritable Juggernauts of pain and destruction may sound like an impossible task, but I tell you we can do it, and we will do it! However, it may be that not all of us will make it through the night with our minds are bodies intact!
Nova: BROTHER...
SPAMM: Yes yes yes, I'm well aware that our minds aren't intact to begin with, Nova! That's what all those chair shots in ECW can do to a man! Chairs shots, need I remind you, that these two men inflicted! BUT...we have one thing they do not!
Syxxty-Nine: Er....what?
SPAMM: Simple! There are four of us and only two of them! If we team up two-to-one against them victory is assured!
Syxxty-Nine: But, boss? It's a steel cage match!
SPAMM: Well, in that case...I'M GONNA DIEEEEEEE!!!
The camera mixes back to the ring
