Christopher Aaron vs. Jimmy Starr

Starr appears on the screen.

Jimmy Starr: So, maybe taking the bus to my match wasn't the best idea. I arrived a little late, little bit of a sore back, but hey, I had to know what it was like to do that... maybe I'll just have to try it again!

Jimmy Starr: Anyways, this week I face Christopher Aaron, a man who, like me, lost last week. Well, Aaron, here's a newsflash: you're ugly. Yes, you heard it here first. You're an ugly bastard.

Jimmy Starr: And that's all I have to say about you because that's all that matters. I can't even get past looking at your hideous face; that's all I think about. It keeps me up at night.

Jimmy Starr: So, please don't show up to our match. I may just puke inside my mouth a little bit if I have to see that gross mug ever again. Or, you can show up, and I may vomit the second I touch you, and nobody wants to see that--gross man covered in grossness. It's just not a pretty thought.

Jimmy Starr: So, yeah, Aaron, I bet you're so ugly your parents don't even love you... or, if they do, I bet your parents are some genetically mutated cross between a rat and a hippopotamus because that's about the only shit that's as gross as you.

Jimmy Starr: So, yeah, show your face if you dare... but I'd rather you didn't.