James Mitchell: nobody stands a fucking chance against this man .

[ " he's got him up, MUSCLE BUSTER ! " ]

James Mitchell: they don't call him a machine for nothing .

[ " CUKINA CLUTCH, it's locked in, GOODNIGHT ! " ]

James Mitchell: he's on a war path, straight to the fucking top .

[ " listen to those STIFF chops " ]

James Mitchell: what was once the best kept secret in wrestling is now the most feared wrestler alive today .

[ " HERE COMES JOE ! " ]

James Mitchell: Extreme Championship Entertainment, I give you Samoa Joe .

[ there he stands, all two hundred and eighty pounds of this machine, the man they call Joe ]

James Mitchell: isn't it funny, the word MAYHEM doesn't even begin to describe what is about to go down. Samoa Joe has been readying himself for this moment since the day that phone call came .

[ a simple smirk crosses the face of Joe ]

James Mitchell: see I've had a history of managing some rather dominant wrestlers in the past. some immediate names that come to mind would be, Abyss, or Shane Douglas. those two were very different in style, but both dominated their competition. Abyss had the intensity and raw power, while Douglas had the brain and strength that couldn't be matched. this man, this machine, he's got the intensity, raw power, size and strength needed to become a champion. not to mention that he could outwrestle both Kurt Angle and Bret Hart in their prime of their career .

[ Joe has a wide smile, pleased by the words from his manager ]

James Mitchell: now take a long hard look at what this man is all about. the submissions, the suplexes, the stiff kicks and chops, the unpredictable nature along with his uncanny style in the ring. nobody can match it, nobody can prepare for it, and nobody stands a chance in hell to stop it. enter the man in Joe's way, the one they call Alex Shelley.

[ the smile disappears as Joe looks furious hearing that name ]

James Mitchell: see Mick Foley has always been at the cusp of greatness for as long as anyone can remember. a decent tag team competitor, a few title reigns as a mid-card champion in his career. but when it came to that world title, consider it a rather "transitional" feeling .

[ a hand moves infront of Mitchell's face, the hand of Joe ]

Samoa Joe: think of how much your gonna suffer, think of all the bruises and welts I'm gonna leave on your pathetic and weak body. think about it Foley, does it bother you just a little bit, cause it would bother me. I ain't out to get any fans, I'm here to get what's mine. I am the Samoan Submission Machine, and I'm gonna run right over your punk ass .

[ intensity personified ]

James Mitchell: come on Foley, who are you trying to convince around here, we all know the deal with you. whining little bitch, can't win a match if his life depends on it. so what, you beat HHH for the world title, big fucking deal. need we remind everyone the circumstances under which you won that title, because thats when the real joke begins here .

[ snap ]

James Mitchell: and whats this talk about how you OWN this man, what is that all about. the only thing you own is a cheap hooker and just about every STD this side of the atlantic ocean .

[ walking talking STD .. nice ring to it ]

James Mitchell: transitional champion, thats all you ever were, and thats all you will ever be Mick. nothing more and nothing less. we're the ratings high when you had the title, sure they were. the only reason was because the Competition was less than mediocre.

[ yikes ]

James Mitchell: we all know the story, Monday Nitro, Raw comes on within the hour, Tony Schiavone informs everyone MICK FOLEY Will become the WWF Champion..Why'd he do that?It's simple, YOU AIN'T SHIT ! take that for what you will, but if you want a shoot, look no further. I shoot from the hip, and this man shoots to kill. that is kill little whining bitches like you .

[ here is JOE ]

Samoa Joe: I heard the talk Foley, I heard the talk. so you got some jokes, big fucking deal, jokes aren't gonna get you shit in this world. the only thing you get with jokes is a beating, and I'm fixing to lay one down on your punk ass at Dead End. it's gonna be nothing short of Mayhem, and that towel, it's staying at home, we don't need no STD on that trophy .

[ Joe Gon' Kill You ]

James Mitchell: the Hardcore Icon, nicely thought of Mick. let me guess, by Icon you mean stunt dummy right!?

[ that ain't nice ]

James Mitchell: the only thing Iconic about you is that thing you call skill inside the ring. Amazingly iconicly BAD skill. see Mick, I've got you figured out, and Joe knows it too. there is nothing to worry about with this match, simply put. the only thing you have going for you is the fact that you were a transitional champion, and look where that got you .

[ where was that again !? ]

James Mitchell: the thing with transitional champions is this, they're a fly by night sensation. so you won that world title, big fucking deal. this is a whole new ball game Foley, thats all in the past. wait a minute, I forgot about that totally, it's the past. hell, we wouldn't know it was the past if it weren't for you bringing it up everytime you open your fucking trap. stop with the bitching, it's time to throw away the diaper and be a big boy now Mick.

[ laughter can be heard from the Samoan Submission Machine ]

James Mitchell: I know I am gonna enjoy this beating at Dead End, but not as much as this man will enjoy ripping you apart, right infront of their eyes. it's not gonna be pretty, but then again Foley, you wake up to an ugly wife every morning. so it shouldn't be too shocking in the end for you .

[ more chuckling from Joe is heard ]

James Mitchell: this second rate jobber is ready for war, it's time to let this animal loose. Samoa Joe is ready to take it to the edge, and then beyond. it's gonna be the ride of your life Foley, and it's not even gonna involve your slut of a wife.

[ poor Foley ]

Samoa Joe: it's lights out Foley, I'm gonna fuck you up at Dead End.

James Mitchell: watch out Foley, cause Joe is coming, and he's gonna KILL YOU !

[ " CAN ANYONE STOP SAMOA JOE " ]

Samoa Joe: not a fucking chance .