The familiar music of Rockbottom strikes up, the crowd are on their feet cheering the Champ. Rockbottom struts confidentally into the ring. The title belt flung over his shoulder and a mic in his hand......
Rockbottom : For weeks, I, your champion, have put up with the trash talking Mutantor. I have bided my time, assuming he would learn to shut his damn mouth. Obviously this will never happen, so Mutantor, get your ugly face down here so I can shut your mouth.
Brad : Well, Jay, after weeks of abuse Rockbottom has finally challenged Mutantor to say summit to his face, this could get ugly
Jay : That's right Brad, if Mutantor comes out here, the ugliness scale will be off the chart!
Brad : Jaaaay, you better start watching your back, making comments like that otherwise you may find yourself in the ring facing Mutantor. And that sure wouldn't be pretty to watch.
Rockbottom : Mutantor, I have all day, but my fans want to see me, the champ, teach you a lesson. Bring your candy ass down to the ring so I can woop it.....
The crowd start to chant the now familiar chant "ROCK BOTTOM ROCK BOTTOM ROCK BOTTOM"
Mutantor appears at the arena entrance.
Mutantor : Rock Bottom, your sunglasses are old style, your mother is a hamster and your father...
Rockbottom leaves the ring and runs at MUTANTOR....
Mutantor : ...your father smells of Elderberry.
Rockbottom connects with a spear, taking both men through to the back areas, Rockbottom grabs the nearest object, a trash can, which he brings down on a motionless Mutantor.
Brad : Rockbottom seems to have gone crazy, somebody is gonna get hurt...
Jay : I think that is the idea, somebody better get out there
As Rockbottom continues to lay into Mutantor, referees and other wrestlers start to split them up. Mutantor is still laying lifeless on the concrete, he may be seriously hurt. Rockbottom shrugs off the referees holding him back, lays a final stomp on Mutantor before returning to the ring to collect his championship belt.