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Peter Piper: Good Lord what else can happen tonite...
Jim Coors: All Nite Action...
Peter Piper: No...that's a week away..this is Blunt Trauma.

"Orgasmatron"

Peter Piper: What the Fuck does he want?

[James Caine enters the ring to Motorhead's Orgasmatron, and he doesn't look happy.]

James Caine: NOW YOU FUCKHEADS GET IT RIGHT! First you delay my match, then you fuck up my theme song...then you fuck up my damn concentration! I had ADrian right where I fucking wanted him, and somebody had to play that damn song! I want whoever was responsible for that fuck up....out here... NOW!

Jim Coors: Shit...the psycho is PISSSSED!
Peter Piper: Tonights not his night...I think he needs a bowl or six.
Jim Coors: Who Caine? Shit he needs about a half pound.
Peter Piper: Touche`

James Caine: Well? Come on ya fucking pussy!....

[Caine waits another couple minutes.]

James Caine: Fine then. I'll just have to use this contract to referee any match I want, to stay out here and give whoever the fuck played Vic Pussies theme song enough time to find their nutsack. From this point on... I'm the referee of the main event, so-

"King of Kings"

[Motorheads famous tune hits, and Jeff Jackson enters the ring with a beer, and a mic.]

Peter Piper: This ought to be colorful.

Jeff Jackson: Hey... Caine... You need to take a fucking Midol!

Jim Coors: HAHAHAHAHA
Peter Piper: HAHAHAHAHA

James Caine: Who the Fuc~
Jeff Jackson: HEY. HEY. HEY. HEY...Shut up... There's enough shit in this ring already with just you. You don't need to open your mouth and add more. Now Shut up, quit yer bitchin and let these other two get out here so I can win me a title!