The Beginning of the Beginning

~A greased pig runs around the corner in the hallway, squealing loudly with every breath, with a strange man following closely behind it. The pair are generally causing havoc, making messes, knocking things over, until finally, the man jumps onto the pig, capturing it.~

???: Wal ah guess thet was some fine prackice befo'e mah fust evah match hyar in OTTW. Good chase, Pawkchop, fine chase.

~The man pats the pig, evidently named Porkchop, on the head, then slips a leash out of his pocket, and ties it onto the pig. The man then looks around, before saying...~

???: Pawkchop, it looks like we made ourselves a mighty fine mess hyar. We sh'd probably git outta hyar befo'e somebody finds out it was us. Ain't nobody gonna be firin' me on mah fust night on th' job, no way no how! Th' Redneck Reverend ain't gonna be on no future indeavo'ed list, that's fer sure.

~As the man we now know as The Redneck Reverend gets up, he notices a camera man has been filming the whole thing.~

The Redneck Reverend: Now buddy, ya might'n want t' put that daggone bazooka away 'fore ya hurts somebody.

~Rev then walks away in the direction of the ring, blissfully unaware that he was being recorded the whole time.~