The heretic is always better dead...
OECW's theme played for a second, before Saint Joey leaped onto the ramp!
He hadn't donned his usual grin. Instead, he looked in a somewhat angered way towards the crowd. You know, the kind of look that makes people think you are a mass murderer or rapist...
He walked down to the ring, hardly acknowledging the fans in the building. He walked up the steel steps and entered the ring through the middle rope...
With his barbed wire bat and a mic in hand, he began to speak...
"Listen. And listen well. Because these are the preachings of Saint Joey!!
Now, to be truthful, I have two agendas here tonight. And I think you people will like it. Whether you do or not, I don't care, because I'm issuing this challenge anyway. Open your ears and listen...
Number 1! There is one man... ONE man, who has the will to defy me my destiny of being OECW Champion! Yes, in case you didn't see that outrage of a OECW PPV, I'm talking about Marxx! Sure, he may say Jeckal did it, but I'm sure he was conspiring with him all along, to guarantee a win! Talking about guaranteed wins, that leads me nicely on to my second call-out...
Number 2! There is only one other British man to grace the rings who is a guaranteed household name. And he's stealing MY spotlight! Yes, I'm talking about the disgrace to British soil. Cartwright!! I am the superior Brit, and I'll prove it!!"
The crowd go into a frenzy at the thought of what was about to happen. Waiting for them to die down, Joey climbed the turnbuckle as he spoke again...
"And then it occured to me... We are at the Gaia X Cup. All of us are here, in this arena tonight. We are all rivals, team to team, superstar to superstar, and what better way to eliminate the competition then to wipe it off the face of the planet?
So Cartwright, Marxx, get down here. And just be ready. Because tonight, in this very ring, we are having a match. A VERY special match. You wanna know the exact details? Here's the proposition...
The match will pit God's gift Saint Joey vs Marxx vs Cartwright, in a triple threat tables match!!"
The audience roared. Saint Joey regained his renowned grin as he threw the mic down and motioned to the stage for Cartwright and Marxx to come on down...
He hadn't donned his usual grin. Instead, he looked in a somewhat angered way towards the crowd. You know, the kind of look that makes people think you are a mass murderer or rapist...
He walked down to the ring, hardly acknowledging the fans in the building. He walked up the steel steps and entered the ring through the middle rope...
With his barbed wire bat and a mic in hand, he began to speak...
"Listen. And listen well. Because these are the preachings of Saint Joey!!
Now, to be truthful, I have two agendas here tonight. And I think you people will like it. Whether you do or not, I don't care, because I'm issuing this challenge anyway. Open your ears and listen...
Number 1! There is one man... ONE man, who has the will to defy me my destiny of being OECW Champion! Yes, in case you didn't see that outrage of a OECW PPV, I'm talking about Marxx! Sure, he may say Jeckal did it, but I'm sure he was conspiring with him all along, to guarantee a win! Talking about guaranteed wins, that leads me nicely on to my second call-out...
Number 2! There is only one other British man to grace the rings who is a guaranteed household name. And he's stealing MY spotlight! Yes, I'm talking about the disgrace to British soil. Cartwright!! I am the superior Brit, and I'll prove it!!"
The crowd go into a frenzy at the thought of what was about to happen. Waiting for them to die down, Joey climbed the turnbuckle as he spoke again...
"And then it occured to me... We are at the Gaia X Cup. All of us are here, in this arena tonight. We are all rivals, team to team, superstar to superstar, and what better way to eliminate the competition then to wipe it off the face of the planet?
So Cartwright, Marxx, get down here. And just be ready. Because tonight, in this very ring, we are having a match. A VERY special match. You wanna know the exact details? Here's the proposition...
The match will pit God's gift Saint Joey vs Marxx vs Cartwright, in a triple threat tables match!!"
The audience roared. Saint Joey regained his renowned grin as he threw the mic down and motioned to the stage for Cartwright and Marxx to come on down...
... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
