(Scene opens inside the Elks Lodge. The ring crew are setting up the ring for this weeks event. The cage that he and Shamrock will be in is hanging above the ring. DoP is sitting up in the stands, L.T. standing close by)
DoP - How odd it is...Shamrock, a few weeks ago, you and your buddy just couldn't shut up. Everybody was going to get their asses handed to them. No one was safe. You two are going to rule the NWL. I was repeatedly attacked. What reasons? There were none at the time.
But, I know why now.
You two seem to be invincible. No one can find a way to disrupt your little plan. But you've seen the way I work. You saw what I did to those "poor girl." You know you're spirituality will serve you no good against me. Your god is going to sit our situation out. It is now survival of the fittest, and believe me, I am very adept to surviving. I've noticed that you two work well as a team. Where there is one, the other wil follow. But that's not the case this time. Now, Shamrock, you are isolated inside of a steel cage against me. Suddenly, those little attacks don't feel like such a bright idea, do they? Now, you must suffer the consequences for your action, and the payment will be VERY severe. I plan on bringing a few toys with me to the ring, so I suggest you dope yourself up on painkillers before the match, get drunk, pray to your little god, kiss your boyfriend Lars, and get ready for a very, VERY long night.
Oh, and if your sex toy Lars does try some funny ****, my friend L.T. here will help escort him out. The time is nearing, boys. This week will be the beginning of your punishments. I suggest you prepare for war.
(Fade to black)