(Harvester of Sorrow by Metallica blares over the PA as Beefcake Jack walks to the ring with his barbed wire baseball bat over one shoulder and a burlap sack over the other. He walks in the ring and picks up a mike.)
Beefcake Jack: *drops the burlap sack on the mat* Well, WildFire, looks like you got one over on me, congratulations. It doesn't matter what it takes, I will get my title back and I will use my little surprise in this bag for some ultimate bloodletting. Whoever thinks they are the #1 contender needs to stand aside because I will claim my destiny whether you like it or not...so it is written, so it shall come to pass. Beefcake Jack has spoken.
(Harvester of Sorrow by Metallica blares over the PA as Beefcake Jack gathers the burlap bag and walks out of the ring and into the back.)
Beefcake Jack: *drops the burlap sack on the mat* Well, WildFire, looks like you got one over on me, congratulations. It doesn't matter what it takes, I will get my title back and I will use my little surprise in this bag for some ultimate bloodletting. Whoever thinks they are the #1 contender needs to stand aside because I will claim my destiny whether you like it or not...so it is written, so it shall come to pass. Beefcake Jack has spoken.
(Harvester of Sorrow by Metallica blares over the PA as Beefcake Jack gathers the burlap bag and walks out of the ring and into the back.)