The sound of a slow, mocking clap fills the arena. The titantron comes on and we see Connoly smirking as he claps. He is sitting in a chair in his locker room, his feet propped up on a table.
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Connoly: Well, congratulations on wining you're adorable little title there JR, we're all very impressed. You even won that match all by your self, you must be awfully proud of that, aye mate? The new Master of Violence champion, JR Bonecrusher, and you're going to be an even better champion then White Trash. Well, that's shooting for the stars ain't it, you know, no matter how many shiny belts you put on a pile of crap, it's still a pile of crap. You, just like your predecessor Trashy, are an embarrassment. The Master of Violence, I'm supposed to be impressed because you can hit people with chairs and barbwire covered bats? My daughter could knock out Andre the Giant if you give her a sledge hammer. That doesn't take skill, there's no talent involved in getting hit with a florescent light bulb, you don't have to train to set a table on fire and push your opponent through it. You and White Trash are nothing more than glorified stunt men, and that title is nothing more than a joke.
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However, you did do me a favor, now that you took that belt from Trashy, that makes room for a real champion to became the longest reigning WWF champion, the only champion that matters, the top guy on the top federation. A man who actually has talent, who is a real wrestler, a man who appreciates the art of wrestling instead of bringing it down to the lowest common denominator like your self. That man, of course, is yours truly, the WWF World Heavyweight Champion, the only champion that matters. Well, enjoy your little wannabe title there JR, believe me when I say you definitely deserve it.
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Connoly smiles as he lifts his leg and covers the camera lense with his foot as the titantron turns off.