The title for this strip comes from Mick Foley’s first book, Have a Nice Day, in which he tells a story about WCW becoming so PC in the early ’90s that they referred to foreign objects as international objects. I have no idea if that story is actually true, having not watched WCW at the time and being far too lazy to go look it up right now, but I think it’s ridiculous enough to be plausible. I think “Dead!” might be my favourite onomatopoeia of the last few months, and probably my second favourite of the series behind “Ptooth!”
Because I forgot to post it along with HEAT 158, here’s Dick and Ron’s entrance music (which is also Ron’s music as a singles wrestler):
On Saturday: Either Ron gets the three count, or gets kicked in the face. Maybe both.