Mattox: Oh yeah, and we're glad to see all of you redneck ass holes too!
The fans begin throwing random items at them, but Mattox and Coveymerely brush it all off and continue.
Mattox: You know something? I came back to this fed for one thing, and it wasn't to please any of you ungrateful pricks in the crowd. Hell no; I came back to show the world who Lawrence Mattox really was. I came back to beat the living fuck out of every genetic reject I could get my hands on! And let me say this... Fired or not, that includes that biast pencil pushing fuck, David Dubose as well!
The fans continue booing Mattox who just laughs at their meaningless assault. He then passes the microphone over to Matt and then grabs his groin, letting the crowd know what favor they can do for him.
Bad Ass: I left a little message in the corporate offices just the other day. That's right. Right after we beat the holy hell out of the people who bring this piece of shit show to you every week, I let it be known that we're the dogs that are running the show now! The exec's can't stop us. Hicks is with us! And if Dubose so much as looks at me the wrong damn way, I'm going to knock his crooked ass eyes straight!
He stops and smiles as Mattox comes back to the mic.
Mattox: Or worse... We could always feed him to "The Unit". That'd be a laugh!
Bad Ass: Yeah. Or maybe we should blow open his whole sex scandle with that fat bitch, Peaches!
Both men start laughing hard, when a can suddenly whizzes past their heads. They then turn back to the crowd.
Mattox: Hey! Fuck you, asshole! If you can't aim better than that, then you don't deserve to sit before our presence. In fact, I don't se why we don't just beat the shit out of you right now!
Mattox drops under the ropes and begins making his way through the angry crowd, swinging and knocking people out as he goes. Bad Ass continues on the microphone, in the ring.
Bad Ass: While he's beating the fuck out of whichever rekneck decided to be a hero, I'm going to throw out a challenge. Hey assholes! Yeah, I'm talking to each and every individual back in the fucking locker room! You see this big ass gold belt around my waist? Well it ain't made to sit on a shelve and collect dust! In fact, seeing as how Lawrence and myself are going to eventually hunt each and every one of you down and make you suck down your own spleens, I want you to grow some balls! That's right! Dubose' is having a hard time trying to decide who to fuck us over with. Seems he forgot who was after what belt. But it don't matter no more!
He lowers his head and stares straight into the camera, his right hand holding htemicrophone to his mouth and his left hand holding up the EWC International title.
Bad Ass: I want every guy on the fucking roster to walk straight up to Dubose and demand that you are in contention for MY belt! I don't give a fuck if you're Wild Thing! Idon't give a fuck if you're Allen Smith! I don't give a fuck if you're name is Crusher, Brian Austin, Stevie P, Sean Jericho... Hell I don't give a flying rat's ass if your name is Mr. EWC President David-fucking-Dubose! I want you all to come for this! I want you all to come and get me! And in the end... It will save me the time from having to hunt everyone of you down. So sign the fucking paper, walk down the fucking ramp, and come get your asses handed to you!
Lawrence Mattox suddenly comes back over the guardrail with some young teen in his hands. He throws the young man in the ring where Bad Ass imediately goes to work on stomping him down. Lawrence slides in under the ropes and joins in on the beat down. In the end, the young man receives both, the "Blow It Out Your Ass" and the "Downtime". But the carnage is haulted as the jumbotron suddenly humms to life. And who should be high upon it but Matt's opponent for EWC: Harsh Winter, Crusher!
Crusher: Why don't you two grow up? What is it with all of this violence? All of this anger? Are we not treating you fair here in the EWC? Do you need a diaper change? Why don't you dry your tears and wear a smile for once? Or how about I give you this tribute honoring the two men who have single handedly took the EWC by force!
The jumbotron suddenly fades away to a black and white image of "Bad Ass" Matt Covey walking to the ring for the first time as a soft music begins to play. It then shifts to a photo of Lawrence Mattox holding up his very first title in the EWC, his head cracked open. And then it changes to a picture of the both of them with Hicks, J-Rod, and Dean Shaw back in the Whole Damn Show. And then to them again with Allen Smith, Deacon Cain, and Thomas Pain. They are then showed standing side by side in the midle of the ring as some hard rocking music picks up. And the scene continues... Showing Bad Ass taking a superkick to the face, and Mattox being clotheslined over the top rope. Several more images follow soon afterward of the same general distinction. Mattox going through a table. Bad Ass through the windshield of a car. Mattox getting hit with a car. Bad Ass getting dropped with a "Seek New Employment" by Hicks. Mattox falling from a great height, and then several shots of Bad Ass being superkicked by Crusher himself! The final image is of Crusher tossing the Bad Ass of the top of the Seventh Heaven not too long ago... The image then changes to their present situation in the ring, where the Bad Ass and Mattox are outraged! The fans suddenly cheer however as Crusher flies through the crowd and into the ring where he clotheslines both men. Mattox rolls out while Crusher mounts Covey with several sharp punches. The Bad Ass is soon spitting up blood and trying tooth and nail, to claw his way back at Crusher. But the assault stops as Mattox brings a steel chair slamming into the back of Crusher's skull. Crusher falls over where Bad Ass punches him back. Bad Ass then grabs the microphone.
Bad Ass: You stupid son of a bitch! Damn you!
He kicks Crusher in the gut.
Bad Ass:You should know better than to sneak attack more than one person! But you do got balls my friend! I ask you this however, where is your back up? Where is Allen Smith? Oh wait... That's right, you knocked the stupid fucker out! And now look where you are! You are not a Bad Ass! You are beneath me!
Mattox grabs Matt and the two exit the ring, Bad Ass holding his head and cursing violently. Crusher comes to and rolls glaring out at them...and smiling. And then the scene fades as the Bad Ass and the Punk Ass vanish backstage.