Meanwhile, backstage...

JM walks up to an unmarked door and knocks on it. It opens to reveal PJP.

PJP: Hey Dave! Good to see you...what's up?

JM: Two things, Pete. First off, it's Joe Mama. The RDCW's back up and running, so we should probably go back to referring to each other by our wrasslin' names. PJP.

PJP: Right. Gotcha. we don't wanna be confusing the fans.

The pair look directly into the camera.

JM & PJP:

JM: I noticed you've given up the Eugene/George Steele routine...

PJP: Yeah. It's kinda played out. No more Eugene. And who remembers why I was acting that way in the first place? Besides you and me, of course. So tonight, it's just - PJP - coming to the ring. Anything else?

JM: Don't think so...actually, since you and I do have our match coming up, it'd probably be a good thing if we trash-talked each other. Y'know, for the fans.

PJP: Of course...you wanna do that now? You could grab an interviewer and I could run in and attack you during your spot...

JM: Naw, let's just take care of it now. If you've got the time, of course. I'd hate to disturb you if you're busy.

PJP: I've never too busy to please the fans! Am I the heel or the face?

JM: Beats me...I think this is just one of those "badass vs badass" matches...

Joe Mama and PJP take a moment to tap into their motivations - typical Stanislavsky Method of acting. They take a few deep breaths each, and then:

PJP: I WILL DESTROY YOU TONIGHT!

JM: YOU AND ME, PJP! ONE RING, TWO JERSEYS, AND A WHOLE LOTTA PAIN!!!

PJP: 1918! Babe Ruth! Alex Rodriguez! Red Sux!!!

JM: 2004! No titles this century, since hitting $100M in payroll! Chokees!!!

PJP: Six titles! We're the twenty-six time, twenty-six time, twenty-six time, twenty-six time...

JM: You're not REALLY gonna do that twenty-six times, are you?

PJP: Sorry, I got excited. Shall we brawl now?

JM: Looks like the refs are here...sure!

Joe Mama and PJP start trading punches, both men yelling and holding their ground. The refs give it a few moments, and then step in to break up the fight that spontaneously begain. Security runs in and gets involved, dragging the two competitors apart and off-camera...

JM (off-camera): Ooh! Coffee! Toss me a creamer...

PJP (off-camera): Could you pass me two Splenda?

Camera fades...

Uschi said:
I won't rape you, I'll just fuck you 'till it hurts and then not stop and you'll cry.

MisterJLA: RACKS so hard, he called Jim Rome "Chris Everett." In Him, all porn is possible. He is far above mentions in so-called "blogs." RACK him, lest ye be lost!

"I can't even brush my teeth without gagging!" - Tommy Tantillo: Wank & Cry, heckpuppy, and general laughingstock

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