Eric won this oppertunity by defeating Reno Destiny and J-Money last Sunday on Explosion in a triple threat match. Directly after that, Eric took part in the battle royal to determine a man that would get a second chance in the RWA World Title Tournament, but sadly, Eric was eliminated near the end of the match, and due to interference by the "impartial" referee, "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble, "The Answer" Shawn Walsh picked up the victory. The camera cuts to "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger in his locker room, awaiting his promo time given to him by the RWA Owner Michael Pettis.***
TXEB - So, this Sunday, November 24th, 2002, yours truly, "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger competes on yet another Sunday Night Explosion, this time, I get to take my frustrations out on Brock Jones. What frustrations do I have? Why do ask that? Is it because I won my number one contender shot versus the first RWA World Champion whenever I want? Well, that's all fine and good right now, but you have no idea how sweet it would have been to win that battle royal and get back into the tournament to face Jay Gamble, and prove to myself that I can get to the final, and face "The Zone" Zone Capone for the second time.
Zone Capone, a worthy competitor that I'd love to take on again someday, you never know, maybe eventually you and I will team up Capone, your muscles and my brains could score us the tag team titles, but, we have to uncover this little World Title frustration that I'd have with you. If you end up winning the World strap from Gamble or Walsh, then you and I will have to tangle soon enough. We both know that I'd have the upper hand this time though, because I'd have nothing to lose, and all to gain.
Speaking of gaining, Brock Jones? Have you been gaining weight young man? Ever since Zone put you out of that tournament, you've been whining, and bitching, and moaning, about how he beat you, and here's some advice for the next time someone better than you beats the living hell out of you...don't spread it around back here with us, your fellow superstars. You win some, you lose some, well in your case, you lose more than you win, but that can go without saying. You step into my ring on Sunday, the "xtreme" palace, where all the "xtremists" can watch your ultimate defeat, where I will once again, beat a helpless loser, right in the middle of the ring.
You better watch your back, but I could also say the same for me, I know for a fact that you are nice and tight with all your little "Hostile Takeover" buddies, and that doesn't scare me, what scares me is the fact that you try and pose yourself off as a wrestler, when in the ring you look like a baboon in the zoo, sitting in front of the window, picking your own shit off your foot and eating it. You gross out all the fans, all the spectators that come to watch a decent wrestling show, and you turn that into filth, for your own special, pleasure-filled tendencies that could easily be avoided.
Now don't get me wrong, I can carry the best of the best in a match, make them look better than they really are, but I don't think I'd be able to do that with you, Brock. You're so clumsy in the ring, you make the villiage idiot look like a genius. So come this Sunday, when you hop into the ring with "The Xtreme One", you better get your head into the game, because I can knock your ass out faster than you can cum watching the discovery channel, Thursday nights. What is it with you retarded losers and animals having sexual relations?
***The cameraman realizes where this is going, and instructs Eric that he has cut him off. Eric then sends the cameraman out of the room, and goes back, sits down in a steel folding chair, and picks up his cell phone. He dials a number, and starts talking into the minature phone.***
TXEB - Hey, Rob? It's Eric, how's it going man? How's the baby? That's good, well I can see that I got your voicemail, so be sure to call me back when you check this shit out. Peace out brohymn.
***Eric hangs up the cell phone as the scene fades to black***
FTB