*The Doctor walks down to the ring. Instead of his usual entrance music of War Pigs playing, it's the Irish durge Oh, Danny Boy. He climbs into the ring and is handed the mic. He stands and waits with his head bowed for the music to stop.*

Ladies and gentlemen, I come out here tonight with sad, sad news. This is a hard business. You get to see wrestlers come and go all the time; but you can never get used to losing them. A hard life makes for a short life; and it seems that another life has been claimed in the name of wrestling. I regret to inform you all of the passing of.... the rWo.

*He walks over and stands in a spot in just out of reach of the ropes.*

In this very spot, you saw the death throws of the rWo as Nowhereman fought to break free of the Joe Mama Lock. Here it was gasping for air and clawing. Then, with the final tap of Nowhereman's hand *Taps the mat three times.* came the final beat of it's black heart.

It took time, but we finally managed to systematically eliminate the rWo from each and every division in the RDCW. They're tricks and underhandedness stole the gold away from the men and women who worked their asses off for a shot at recognition. One by one, that gold was stripped away not by underhanded ploys. Not by cheap tricks. Not by manufactured means. But by hard work and talent. The Tag belts came home. The Women's belt came home. The Eurotrash belt came home, and Grimm was sent into obscurity. The Heavyweight Cheese belt came home. And last week at Anathema Wednesday, Joe Mama pulled Nowhereman out of his gilded palace and snatched away his private little trophy.

I ask you, the remenants of the rWo, where is your leader now? Where is Nowhereman? Well, I think his name answers that question. Nowhere to be found. He's tucked his tail between his legs and fled the Cheesedome. He's headed to HOLLYWOOD! for his big break. And where are you left? Up shit creek without a paddle. You've been broken and abandoned. You don't have anyone to protect you anymore. What do you do now?

I'll tell you what you'll do. You'll find the nicest suit of clothes you can afford, shine up those Sunday church shoes untill your ugly faces are staring back with those blank looks of yours, run a fine comb through your hair, and then come down to my office. With the biggest, friendliest, and kindliest smile on your face...... you'll give me a damned good reason not to fire your ass!

The rWo is nothing but fading memory! Zipped up in a body bag and laying in a shallow grave! The RDCW lives on!

*War Pigs blares through the speakers as pyro explodes.*

whomod said: I generally don't like it when people decide to play by the rules against people who don't play by the rules.
It tends to put you immediately at a disadvantage and IMO is a sign of true weakness.
This is true both in politics and on the internet."

Our Friendly Neighborhood Ray-man said: "no, the doctor's right. besides, he has seniority."