[The Extremists are all in the ring after Lance Storm's victory over Mark "the Shark" Schrader.  Lance Storm takes the mic.]

LS: Well, well, well!  I have never seen an uglier bunch of people than the fans here in Chicago, Illinois!  I mean, look at that guy!

AD: Yeah, he certainly fell out of the ugly tree, didn't he?!

[Crowd boos loudly.]

LS: Let's get right to business here.  Armstrongs, what the hell is the matter with you?  Are you guys just stupid, or is it the imbreeding at work?  Brad Armstrong, I'll pick you out exclusively.  You need to realize something, pal.  When I cost you that match with Big Titan at the Kick-Off show, it had nothing to do with you.  Big Titan is a threat, Big Titan is someone that has to be contended with.  You, Brad Armstrong, are a pimple on the ass of that fat guy in the front row!

[Crowd boos loudly again.]

DM: Ha ha!  You're so funny, Lance!

LS: Keep quiet, eye candy.  If you want to get all bent out of shape, Brad, that's fine.  The Extremists will be more than happy to take care of you and your brothers at Deadly Draw!  You're going to rue the day you wanted to go to war with us.  Because you know what?

AD: If you mess with the Extremists...

DS: ...things are going to get EXTREME!

[Crowd boos loudly as the Extremists head to the back.]