RKMBs Forums .::Important::. RDCW Tuesday Night Havoc: 1/10/06

"Rooster" explodes from the Cheesedome as Chris Oakley struts to the ring wearing camoflagued cargo pants and a 2006 RDCW Rumble souvenir T-shirt.The crowd hushes up as Chris takes to the mic.

Tonight's the night,people...tonight I write the beginning of the final chapter in the story of the Tuesday Night Rockers' destruction.(Mixed reaction from the crowd).The end of that chapter,of course,will be written at the 2006 RDCW Rumble when I and my mystery partner take the RDCW world tag team titles from the Schlockers.

Brief pause.

I don't just want to defeat the Schlockers,I want to DESTROY them--the same way they destroyed the Bond Brigade two months ago.I won't rest until I hear them screaming in agony,see them lying in a pool of their own blood,feel them dissolving into jelly as I kick their skulls in.My new tag team partner understands that fact perfectly,and while I'm still not ready to tell you who he is yet,I can let slip one thing:he's here tonight.

Crowd gasps as Chris puts down his mic and heads back to the locker room.

MONROE:Strong words from the former Bond Brigade team captain as he gears up for his 3-on-1 handicap bout against the Rockers on this week's "Havoc"!
LOUIE:The guy's a stone-cold crazy psycho,Monroe!

*The Cheese-o-tron shows PenWing sitting in the SDC locker room, preparing for his match. Captain Sammitch is standing nearby, talking.*

CS: I can't do this again. I can't follow you down this path. Where you're headed, there is no chance for any sort of victory, there is only your own self destruction. I backed you up last week because I thought that would be it. But what you're doing now, what you're doing tonight, you're taking this too far.

*PenWing doesn't bother to look up when he speaks.*

PW: No, I haven't taken this far enough. I understand if you can't back me up. I won't ask you to. Where I'm going, no one sane would want to follow. Fortunately, not everyone in the SDC shares your sanity.

*At that moment, a loud burp is heard in the locker room, and Killconey appears on camera.*

KC: You ready to diss these bad boys, PenWing?

*PenWing grabs his Sherwood and stands up.*

PW: Let's go.

*Captain Sammitch lets out a sigh as he watches his friends leave the locker room, but does nothing else to try and talk them out of it.*

*War Pigs sounds, and the Doctor makes his way down to the ring with a mic in hand. He steps into the center of the ring and motions for his music to be cut off.*

The Doctor: As we all know, the transition from one year into the next is always filled with thought. Thought about the year that is waneing. Thought about the year that is to come. What have we done? What are we going to do? 2005 was a good year for the RDCW. We've tripped and stumbled a bit along the way; but overall, we've pushed ahead and created a wrestling spectacal unlike any other. But there's always room for improvement. And that's what I intend to do in 2006. We're going to give you more of the on-the-edge entertainment that you enjoy.

Now, I sat back in my office and though about all the years I've been in the wrestling business. All the promotions I've worked for. All the arenas I've been in. All the audiences I've helped entertain. All the wrestlers who I've worked with. What was it that they all enjoyed? What excited them like nothing else? And then it came to me. T.I.T.s

*The crowd erupts in cheers and howls.*

The Doctor: See what I mean? The mere mention of T.I.T.s sent the entire Cheesedome into a frenzy. I have not met a wrestling fan yet who doesn't like T.I.T.s. Fans get all excited just thinking about them. Well, my little Cheesedomians, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Wrestlers like T.I.T.s too. Let's face it. What's better than watching T.I.T.s? How about being right in the middle of T.I.T.s. After all, that's where all the action is. Hell, even the creative staff loves T.I.T.s, believe it or not. You just start talking about T.I.T.s to them and just watch how their faces light up.

Like I've said, I've been all over the world in this business; and I've seen all kinds of T.I.T.s. Asian T.I.T.s. Mexican T.I.T.s. European T.I.T.s. Little tiny T.I.T.s to great big gigantic T.I.T.s. I've seen the best T.I.T.s in the world, and I've seen the worse T.I.T.s ever put on display. Out of all the years of watching and even handeling T.I.T.s myself, I've come up with one very important conclusion about them. The bigger, the better.

*The audience is on it's feet.*

The Doctor: That's right. Big T.I.T.s really gets you guys up, don't they?

You put a great big set of T.I.T.s right in an audience's face, and they can't help but watch them. T.I.T.s are just something that an audience can grab onto......................... With both hands.

Well, since I love T.I.T.s, the wrestlers love T.I.T.s, and you love T.I.T.s......... Let's face it, who doesn't love T.I.T.s? In 2006 I'm going to show you the biggest, best, most awe inspiring T.I.T.s you've ever seen.

*The crowd begins roaring appreciatively at the Doctor's comments, but "Ode to Joy" begins to play as Dr. William Paragon walks out onto the rampway and down to the ring.*

Monroe: What's all this about?

Bastardo: Maybe Paragon wants to get in on some of the T.I.T.s action!

Monroe: I'm not sure if the BBN likes T.I.T.s or not.

Bastardo: Everyone likes T.I.T.s!

*Paragon steps into the ring and confronts the Havoc GM.*

DP: Now, hold on just one moment, Mister Doctor, if that is truly your name. . .

*The Doctor looks confused at this and looks at the crowd, shrugging his shoulders to their amusement.*

DP: As a duly licensed official representative of the Bobo Broadcasting Network, I would like to know just who gave you the authority to make the decision to go around exposing T.I.T.s on this network!

You see, we at the BBN do not believe that anyone should be allowed to expose their T.I.T.s on network television at any time! It's disgraceful, it's immoral, and we will not allow it!

*The crowd begins a "we want T.I.T.s!" chant, further angering Paragon.*

The Doctor: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Dr. Paragon. *mockingly* If that is your real name.

*The crowd laughs as Paragon begins to look a little annoyed.*

The Doctor: Are you trying to tell me that YOU don't like T.I.T.s?

*Paragon instinctively shakes his head in disapproval.*

The Doctor: If you don't like T.I.T.s, I'm afraid to find out what you do like.

*Paragon is visibly aggitated by the remark.*

The Doctor: Now, you may be BBN's official representative; but I run the RDCW. You can broadcast or not broadcast whatever the hell you want on your station; and I'll put whatever I want in this arena. If I want T.I.T.s in the Cheesedome, then I'll have T.I.T.s flowing out into the stands if I want.

DP: Very well. If you insist on following through your plans to expose these T.I.T.s on the BBN, then the ramifications of this act will fall on your head.

*"Ode to Joy" plays as Paragon walks out of the ring and to the back. The screen fades to commercial.*

*Somewhere outside the CheeseDome, Grimm sits, holding the World Heavyweight Title in his hands. Harleykwin stands over him, whip in hand and smiling. Grimm starts to speak.

"Apparently the powers that be have decided that Nowhereman is worthy of the first shot at MY World title. At the Randy Rumble, no less. Well that's fine because I have a point to prove to Nowhereman. You see, the Hellions have been here a long time, both together and separately.

When we came to the RDCW, there were a lot young wrestlers being brought in. A lot of young wrestlers being made promises to. A lot of young wrestlers being told that they were the future. And a lot of old timers still clinging desperately to their spots.

The old timers refused to make way for us. So we made our own way. The young lions outlasted the old guard, and the future has come to pass.

But now, Nowhereman has become the thing he once fought so valiantly against. He's become one of those old wrestlers, hanging around, desperately trying to keep his spot and jealously guarding against the young lions of today.

But you see, the students have now surpassed the teacher. The people that Nowhereman once taught have now gone on to become legends. While Nowhereman remains a bitter old man.

The Hellions were a great tag team. But the Dark Lords have surpassed them.

Your students became great wrestlers, but my students will become legends.

You were a legend yourself once. But now I am a god.

It's time for you to retire, Nowhereman, and at the Rumble, I'm going to drive that point home to you. For I am the way to a forsaken people. I am the road to the end. I am the lord and master of darkness. Abandon all hope. For I have come, and I will lay my vengeance upon thee."

*Harleykwin turns and cracks her whip, knocking the camera out of the cameraman's hands and to the ground. The feed cuts out.

*Down in the cellar, Chesty Lerou decides it's a good night to play interviewer...*

Chesty: This is Chesty Lerou reporting from the cellar in the bowels of the Cheesedome. With me, as always, is the Sith Lord, Darth. Darth, it seems some people never learn. Tonight you face PenWing and Killconey in a tag team match. Tell us, what's in store for these SDC members?

*Darth is about to speak but is interrupted by Spandex Monkey.*

Spamm: The SDC will be subjected to all the force of pure darkness. They will be left squealing in terror, begging for release from the terror that surrounds them, but there will be none.

Chesty: Okay...Darth, any idea why PenWing asked for another match against the Dark Lords?

*Again, Darth is interrupted by Spamm.*

Spamm: Why? Why does the Serpent when it sings? Such questions are beyond drivel. They are excavating a new plateau of ignorance, driven by the power of Hellwigs and Szopinskis, powered by the supreme rage of Poffo, mightiest of guzunders. Does that answer your question?

Chesty: Umm... so, the Dark Lords don't know why this match was called, but, of course, the Dark Lords are never ones to turn down a challenge. Darth, what does PenWing's erratic behavior say about the Dark Days that are now upon us?

*As Spamm is about to cut Darth off again, Darth grabs the Monkey Man's face, smothering it with one hand, while he takes the mic from Chesty with his other.*

Darth: Indeed, this is only the beginning. A darkness has fallen upon all of the RDCW. PenWing is but the first to succumb to it's power. In time, for all that Paragon and Williams try, their efforts will be futile as the days grow darker yet. One by one, the RDCW will all fall to the power, of the dark saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddd!

*Darth hands the mic back to Chesty and releases his hold on Spamm's face.*

Chesty: Back to ringside with Monroe and Bastardo!

Fat Retard is making his way through the corridors when he hears loud music. He makes his way to a room marked "Boiler room" and opens the door. Inside he sees what appears to be a large party going on. Loud rock music is playing,scantily clad women are running round & guys are playing air guitar.

FR:"Whut the devil?"

Fat Retard suddenly spots Nowhereman sitting at a table talking to a fat man who looks like Tom Arnold (but isnt)

NM:".....so,after that poor old Bibbo had to change his underpants again..."

Nowhereman spots Fat Retard

NM:"Shit dude,you better get outta here,you know how the top brass hate you internet reporters!"

The Tom Arnold lookalike runs outta the room

NM:"Hey Retardo,howzit hangin?"

FR:"Whut in the Sam Hill is going on here?"

NM:"Whats it look like porky? I'm having a bit of a par-tay!"

FR:"But why?"

NM:"Why not?"

FR:"Surely you should be training for your title match against Grimm?"

NM sniggers

NM:"Train? To beat Gimmp? Why?"

FR:"Becau..."

NM:"You dont get it do ya wide load? I dont need to train to beat Grinch,I taught that nancy boy everything he knows,but I didnt teach him everything I know.......get it?"

FR:"Ah th...."

NM:"Look,its simple,even a special child like you can understand it. Quimm thinks he is some kinda big scary monster,well I've seen monsters,I've beaten monsters and hell,I've even been a monster,and quite frankly,that all yesterdays news."

NM grabs some chicks arse as she walks by

NM:"I realised that being all moody & sour faced might scare those of a weaker disposition,but it aint gonna get you laid unless you want some freaky bitch like that bird Hardlycan or Crusty LaPew. Now that might all sound a bit shallow but hey,who gives a shit as long as I'm having fun!"

FR:"Well th...."

NM:"So anyway lard boy,yer cramping my style here,theres wimmins waiting to give me their undying attention and I'm ready to recieve it!"

Nowhereman pushes Fat Retard out the door,but just as he is closing it he stops

NM:"Oh,and if you see Groo,tell him Glen Danzig called,and he wants his gimmick back!"

NM slams the door leaving Fat Retard rather flustered

FR:"DROP TOE HOLD!"

Fat Retard is flustered as he leaves the Boiler Room. The sound of a whip cracking is heard off camera and a long rip appears suddenly on FR’s suit sleeve. Startled, FR stares at it for a second before turning around. The camera shifts to see that he is looking at Harley, who has thrown the whip over her shoulder. Harley approaches him.

H: Retard! What are you doing here? What’s going on?

(FR looks flustered and confused.)

H: (sarcastically) Oh, I’m sorry, I properly used an “r” – you’re so used to hearing “retahd” from JM, you’ve forgotten what is English is supposed to sound like.

FR: Uh, Kwin, I was just heading out… (FR attempts to go around Harley. She grabs him, throws him up against the wall and gets in his face.)

H: I don’t think so. What’s going on here? (Harley looks perplexed for a sec) And where is that gob-awful music coming from? (She looks around and then sees FR glance over to the boiler room.)

FR: Nowhereman is having a party.

(Harley pauses a second, before cracking up with laughter.)

H: A party? Since when does watered down beer and $2 hookers constitute a party?

FR: Well, I mean, he did seem…

H: FR let me tell you a not-so-hidden secret. Nowhereman is done. His days are over. He’s an old, tired paper-tiger, and just like Joe Mama, he is gonna be put out to pasture. And once again, Grimm’s the man who’s gonna do it. NWM drinks Bud light and thinks that’s the height of real beer. He hires cheap whores, because he can’t get a woman without paying for her or taking her out of a box and blowing her up. And even those skanks aren’t afraid of him. Let me ask you: while you were in there, tell me he didn’t try to paw one of those girls?

FR: (uncomfortable) Well, uh yeah…

H: And I bet she didn’t even flinch, she just kept on walking, right?

FR: Yeah…

H: Even they aren’t afraid of him, because they know he’s completely harmless. And this is what Grimm has to prepare for? (snicker) You guys couldn’t give him a real challenge? (At that moment, the loud rock music ends and after a brief pause, Barry Manilow’s “Oh Mandy” begins to play loudly through the door. Harley chuckles.) [smirking] And now we know what he really likes to listen to off camera.

FR: (shaking his head) I don’t believe it! Not Nowhereman....

H: Believe it Retard. Nowhereman has been riding on his past glory, but you know the truth now. Can’t handle liquor; can’t handle a real woman; and he sure as hell can’t handle Grimm. Go spread the word. The Dark Lords are coming, and Nowhereman will be our first prisoner.

(FR scurries off camera. Harley looks at him run, laughs, and as “Oh Mandy” comes to an end, walks away.)

6-Man Hardcore Match
Charlie/Howlerama vs. LLance/Jim Jackson/Joey From Friends

LLance, JJackson, and Joey, a contingent of GBW contracted wrestlers had taken over the ring, taunting the fans and challenging anyone to take them on!

Monroe: These guys should be more careful what they say! This isn't GBW! It's the RDCW!

Bastardo: I just got a funny text msg from Charlie. . .

Monroe: This isn't the time for that!

Charlie and Howlerama stormed out of the back and hit the ring, assaulting the GBW contingent with a variety of weapons they'd hauled out with them. Garbage cans, cheese graters, frying pans, broomsticks, staple guns, if you can think of it, it was used here.

Howlerama ultimately hit La Cosa Bastardo on Joey, sending him through a table and getting the pin, while Charlie worked over JJackson with his knuckle dusters! The victorious trio celebrated their win, high fiving Louie as they headed to the back.

Monroe: What was that about?

Louie lifted up his phone, showing Monroe the text. It read: Million $ Pitbull is King of Hardcore!

Bastardo: That's my boy!

Women's Boobie Match
Meeko vs. Schwarz

Ex-Officer Heidi Schwarz hit the ring first, as "Countdown to Armageddon" played over the sound system.

Monroe: Schwarz is tapping that nightstick menacingly.

Bastardo: She handles her nightstick real well. I bet that's why Pig Iron chose her.

Monroe: What does a woman like that see in a goof like Pig Iron?

"Strike It Up" started as Meeko headed to the ring to the cheers of the fans. She climbed into the ring to pose, but Schwarz clocked her from behind with the nightstick and began ripping off Meeko's outer ring gear!

Monroe: That's not right!

Bastardo: I know! She should've clocked her a few more times! Make sure you get the job done!

Schwarz went for and over head suplex, but Meeko escaped and caught her with an inverted ddt. Schwarz was down, but Meeko was unable to follow up and rolled over to a neutral corner to recover from the head shot she took earlier.

Meeko eventually shook it off as Lothar checked on both women, and Meeko went for a series of Meekoplexes, she set up for a Meekoconrana, but Pig Iron's image appeared on the Cheese-O-Tron, taunting her.

PI: This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy stayed home. . .

Monroe: What the hell is he doing?

Bastardo: He's buying time, Monroe! How dumb are you?

Lothar checked on Schwarz' condition while Meeko berating PI's image. At that moment, Harleykwin slipped into the ring and assaulted Meeko from behind, hitting her with The Last Laugh, before disappearing again!

Monroe: The Last Laugh! That's one of Lor's moves!

Bastardo: Obviously, she's sending a message!

Schwarz pulled herself to her feet and grabbed Meeko, putting her in the Crowd Control (Widow's Peak) and getting the three count.

At that moment, Pig Iron's image finished with "The Schwarz is with me." before fading out as Schwarz headed to the back, victorious.

Singles Match
Johnny Evil vs. Joe Mama

“Soarin’” played as Johnny Evil came to ringside, gave a smile and nod to his former manager, and handed Mike “The Mouth” Monroe a canister marked “nuts”.

Louie: Good to see one of my former protégées in competition!

Monroe: He doesn’t expect me to open this can, does he? This is one of the oldest tricks in the book!

Louie: Don’t be stupid…er than usual, Monroe! That not Johnny’s style! That’s not nearly EVIL!!!

“Faded” cued up and Joe Mama came to the ring, eyes locked on Johnny Evil. He entered the ring and circled his opponent, paying no attention to the announce team or the cheering fans.

Monroe: Nothing to say about your former Enforcer, Louie?

Louie: Open the can, Monroe. Joe Mama’s dead to me…

The bell rang and the combatants circled each other for a moment or two before locking up. Joe Mama shot low and executed a Fireman’s Carry to send Johnny Evil to the mat. Joe Mama followed up with a quick pin for a one count. Johnny kicked out and then rolled over to stand up, but Joe Mama quickly used a double chicken wing

to turn Johnny onto his back for a two count. Johnny was able to break the pinning combination and both he and Joe Mama stood facing each other.

Monroe: Interesting tactic by the former Heavyweight Champion, Louie. I’ve never seen him use the Greco-Roman style this much…

Louie: I think his match at Arma-Gadda-Da-Vidda took more out of him than he’s letting on. He’s not attacking like he usually does. He’s almost tentative in his approach.

Monroe: I think he’s working to keep Johnny off-balance. Interesting strategy for the…

Louie: Open the can, Monroe…

Once in the neutral position, Johnny tried another lock-up but Joe Mama continued to shoot Johnny’s legs. This ended up giving Johnny the opening to hit Joe Mama with a kick, stunning him long enough for Johnny to tie up and strike him several times before hitting a quick DDT.

Louie: See? Joe Mama’s off his game plan and Johnny Evil’s taking advantage!

Johnny Evil hit Joe Mama with a Captain EO and went for a cover. Joe Mama kicked out at two. Another Captain EO. Another two-count. Johnny climbed to the top rope to hit the Mission To Mars but Joe Mama was able to get his legs up as Johnny landed. Johnny Evil crashed onto Joe Mama’s knees and shins before hitting the mat. As the two men stood, Joe Mama quickly Irish-whipped Johnny Evil into the ropes and hit The Enforcer, but was slow to get up and couldn’t make the pin. Johnny Evil stood and the two men started to brawl, trading punches in the center of the ring. Joe Mama was forced back to the ropes but, when Johnny Evil rushed in with a clothesline, Joe Mama turned it into a back body drop, sending Johnny Evil over the ropes and out of the ring. But Johnny landed on his feet and was able to grab Joe Mama by the ankles and pull him out of the ring.

Monroe: Both men are comfortable fighting out of the ring. Someone’s gonna get hurt…

Louie: My money’s on Joe Mama, Monroe! Johnny’s a helluva lot fresher! Joe’s off his game. He’s been making rookie mistakes all through the match! Are you gonna open that can or not?!?

The two men brawled outside the ring as the ref made the count. Johnny Evil tried to fling Joe Mama into a ring post, but the move was reversed and Johnny Evil hit instead. At “five”, Johnny Evil stumbled backwards and across the back of Joe Mama. At “six”, Joe Mama locked in the Torture Rack-style hold which set up the Bay State Sledge. “Seven” saw Joe Mama hit his finisher, driving Johnny Evil face-first to the ring floor, knocking Johnny out. But at “eight” it was clear that Joe Mama was, himself, rattled. He tried to re-enter the ring, but couldn’t roll in. He shook his head, as if to recover from some dizziness. The ref hit “ten” and called the match a double DQ. Barely acknowledging the ref, Joe Mama gave a quick glance to the announce team as the decision was called before walking back to the locker room.

Louie: I told you, Monroe! Joe Mama was off his game and it cost him the match! I know him like my own son! There’s something wrong with Joe Mama and I’m gonna find out what it is! I guarantee that…Monroe? Hey, are you gonna say something…?

Monroe (pale and sick-looking as he looks into the canister): The man is evil. Pure evil!!!

Louie:

Grudge Tag Match
SDC (PenWing/Killconey) vs. the Dark Lords (Darth/Spandex Monkey Man)

PenWing continued his uncharacteristic pursuit for punishment with Killconey at his side, and early in the match it looked like the two Sudden Death Connection members had all the momentum. PenWing's rage and Killconey's unpredictable recklessness surprised the odd couple combination of Darth and Spandex Monkey Man as the SDC-ers mixed up their styles with numerous quick tags, and laid into the Dark Lords with everything they had. Finally, PenWing hit Darth with a Spin-o-rama, and went to the top ropes for the High Holy Howe. As he prepared to leap into the air, Darth sat up, and quickly returned to his feet. The Sith Lord was a blur as he lunged at PenWing and locked his right hand in a choke hold around PenWing's neck. A few seconds later, Darth delivered a crushing Sabreslam, and quickly went for the cover. Killconey broke up the count, but it cost him as Spamm ran into the ring and delivered the Monkey T (Double Arm DDT).

Lothar began shouting at Spamm to get out of the ring. Darth took advantage of the distraction as he worked over both Killconey and PenWing. As Spamm broke into a fit of ooks, eeks, acks, and the like, Darth whipped Killconey into the SDC corner, and then whipped PenWing into him. Spamm finally settled down and began to exit the ring as Darth ran into the SDC corner and executed a double Stinger Splash. Both SDC members fell forward. Darth pulled PenWing towards the center of the ring as Killconey fell forward.

Darth then tagged in Spamm, and the Monkey Man went to work on PenWing, teaching him the meaning of pain and suffering as he worked over PenWing's arms and legs. But PenWing would not give up, and he endured all of what Spamm had to dish out to him, finally hitting a desperate Sudden Death. As Lothar began to count, Killconey climbed to the second rope and got the crowd going as he called for the tag. PenWing started to crawl towards his corner, and just as Spamm got back to his feet, PenWing managed to stretch out and tag in Killconey.

Killconey climbed the ropes and quickly executed The Dragon Reborn (Dragonrana) on Spamm, but the move took a little out of the already tired Killconey, and he took too long to make the cover, allowing Spamm to kick out at two. The two lightweights slowly got back to their feet and began trading blows in the ring. Killconey managed to get the upper hand with a springboard crossbody to Spamm. Unfortunately, the move also knocked out Lothar, and there was no one around to count the pin. In need of a tag, Killconey slowly made his way to the SDC corner, but when he looked to tag out, PenWing was nowhere in sight.

Killconey looked around just in time to see PenWing sneak up behind Darth and shatter his Sherwood on the Sith Lord with a BC Two-hander. Darth bent over for a moment, and then stood right back up and turned to face his attacker. Darth stepped down from the ring apron and began to walk towards PenWing. PenWing grabbed a chair and ran at the Sith Lord, but in his reckless abandon he walked right into the Maul (big boot). Darth lifted PenWing up and into the Sabrestretch (torture rack), and swung him out and down onto the chair with the Dark Side Slam.

Killconey looked on helplessly in the center of the ring. Realizing Spamm was still out there, he turned around, right into Here Comes Mr. Sledge Hammer. Spamm handed Mr. Sledge Hammer to Darth as Chesty shook Lothar awake and pointed to the center of the ring where Spamm was covering Killconey. Lothar counted the pin and the bell rang as the rest of the SDC made their way to the ring. The Dark Lords laughed them off as they passed each other on the ramp. Captain Sammitch and Chewy entered the ring to help Killconey, while Meeko walked around to assist PenWing. As PenWing got to his feet, Captain Sammitch walked over to him and started talking to him. PenWing brushed him off and made his way to the back, leaving the rest of the SDC wondering what was going on in his head.

Handicap Street Fight Match
Chris Oakley vs. TNR (James Fantastic/Two-Ton Tommy/Tommy "The Surgeon" Savitz)

"Rooster" erupts from the Cheesedome PA system as Chris Oakley makes his way down to the ring with a wireless mic in hand.

LOUIE BASTARDO:So who the hell is this new guy Oakley's been bragging about all week?
MIKE THE MOUTH MONROE:We're about to find out,Louie...

The music fades out as Chris begins to address the fans.

CHRIS:Ladies and gentlemen,I know you want to find out who my new tag partner is for my 3-on-2 match against the Tuesday Night Schlockers at the Randy Rumble...but that can wait until my tonight's match is over.First I want to prove to Arnold Jughead Rimmer and his little goon squad--and everyone else in RDCW--that I can win solo even if it looks like the odds are hopelessly against me.

With that,"Walk This Way" booms from the Cheesedome PA and the Tuesday Night Rockers make their way to the ring with Arnold Judas Rimmer in tow. The bell rings, and Oakley attacks like a rabid pit bull.

TNR fights back with double-team,even triple-team manuvers on the former Bond Brigade captain;but Chris defends himself with a relentless determination. After several minutes, Two-Ton Tommy charges at Oakley intending to deliver a Clothesline From Hell,but a tired Chris reverses it into an The Full Metal Jacket and covers Two-Ton Tommy.

MONROE:One...two... Savitz broke the count!And now he nails Chris with The Anaesthetist!

James Fantastic climbs the top rope,then delivers a furious One and Only on Chris for the 3-count and the victory.

The Rockers gather in the middle of the ring and start to celebrate, but the celebration is cut short as Del Castillo's "Back From The Grave" explodes from the PA system and a very familiar-looking luchadore barrels out of the locker room to attack a surprised TNR.

MONROE:Incredible!El Superbeasto is coming to Chris Oakley's aid!
LOUIE:Holy crap!THAT'S Oakley's tag partner for the Rumble?!

Chris and Superbeasto proceed to clean house,sending an injured TNR and their manager back to the locker room.Chris picks up the mic again.

CHRIS:Here he is,folks,the man who's going to help me end the Schlockers' reign as RDCW world tag team champions,El Superbeasto!
SUPERBEASTO:Matamos TNR!(We're going to kill TNR!)

Chris and Superbeasto pose in the center of the ring as the camera fades out.