JR: That could only mean one thing, King. Foley is here!
King: I don’t know JR, it could also mean that someone’s about to get a whooping in that ring!
Foley emerges at the top of the ramp dressed as Mankind. He grins out at the people, making his way down the ramp. Slapping a few hands along the way, he moves around the ring to great the people ringside before rolling into the ring beneath the ropes. Climbing back up to his feet, he takes a microphone as it’s handed to him and the music fades out.
Mick: Tonight… here… in this very ring… I face a man who thinks he is some kind of… God. Damien Sandow! I know you’re back there getting ready to come out here for our match but I got a few things to say to you first! Make no mistake about it, Damien. I do not claim to be anything. A God… Good… A legend… These are all titles bestowed upon me by these people you see here in the arena and all the people watching at home!
The crowd pops and Mick grins again from behind that leather mask, turning and looking out at them as a “Foley” chant begins.
JR: The people are behind you, Mick, but that’s not surprising.
King: Well it’s not too hard to be behind him, JR, have you seen how big he is?! Ha!
JR: You and I have very little room to talk there, King.
Mick: Now Damien, if you are truly some kind of savior as you claim to be… Or even the so called “smartest professional entertainer in the business.” Well… you’re gonna be in for a real shock then Damien, because the only way that you’re going to be able to entertain these people is by receiving a grade A beat down from Mrs. Foley’s Baby Boy!
Once again the crowd answers with a loud pop of cheers.
Mick: Besides Damien, you’ve already showed your true colors this week. First you spend most of your time talking about Bray Wyatt, claiming that you don’t need to be focused on him and yet there you are… focusing on not focusing on Bray… But then you had to open your mouth, Damien. You opened your mouth and the thing that came out…
Mick pauses, letting out a laugh as he tilts his head back.
Mick: “If Foley is good, then he doesn’t need bother show up for our match.”
Pausing again with a grin from ear to ear as the entire arena joins in on the laugh on Damien Sandow.
Mick: Well Damien, I done bothered show up and now if you could kindly drag your sorry excuse of an intellectual down here to this ring we can get this out of our way!
Foley tosses the mic aside, turning towards the ramp as he gets ready for Damien to come down.
