D.E.A.D in the S.I.N.
[A dark screen. Slowly, a white skull comes into focus. Ah, it's Death, of course. He's got a towel over his head, instead of his usual hood.]
Death: Kill you once, shame on you. Kill you twice, shame on me. Well, Jim, there’s gonna be plenty of shame at Totally Dead. And I’m not ashamed of shame. I welcome it. But I know you’ve got bigger things on your mind than dying. You’ve told me as much. And now I know your weakness, brutha. SMC 36.
Mike Monroe: Jim shoves Coma into the ring. And now Jim getting back in. Hey, what happened there. Jim just collapsed as he was getting into the ring.
Scotty Whatbody: What a klutz. No wonder Massive Man went solo.
MM: Coma with the cover? One, two, three? Coma just beat Jim. But what happened there?
[Death stands up from the other side of the ring.]
MM: Death just helped Coma win?
Death: That’s what everybody knows about. But let’s get real. How about a little straight talk?
[Death holds up a CD to the camera.]
Death: You see this, brutha? This is what you really want. Your John Cougar Mellancamp CD. I know it’s not really about the title for you. I know it’s not really about the whole me killing you thing. It’s about this *bleep* CD, brutha! And you know what? You can’t have it back! Unless you lay down for me. Because I know, and you know, you can’t afford to replace this with what you’re making in this company.
Death: I am the best champion in the sports entertainment world today, aside from that tough sonofagun Trey Vincent. Randy Orton? Doesn’t matter. Kurt Angle? Doesn’t matter. Nigel McGuiness? Doesn’t matter. I am the ONLY WORLD CHAMPION THAT MATTERS! Why? Because I’m Death. The BOB ONLY WORLD CHAMPION THAT MATTERS. Beat me if you can. Livvvvvvvve, if I let you!
[Fade.]