*The stomping beat of "We Will Rock You" blasts over the speakers and the fans roar to their feet and sing along as PenWing makes his way to the ring. PenWing is wearing the Tag Team Donkey Lovin' Title around his waist, with the Big Cheese Belt draped over his shoulder. PenWing raises his Sherwood above his head.*

Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day

You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace

Kickin' your can all over the place

Singin'
'We will we will rock you'

'We will we will rock you'

Everybody
'We will we will rock you'

'We will we will rock you'

Alright

*In the ring, PenWing leans the Sherwood against the ropes and takes a mic in his hand.*

PenWing: At Invaded last week, rivalries were tossed aside for one common goal: Survival. And not only did we survive, we shutout the competion!

*Pops from the crowd.*

PenWing: In this very ring, Captain Sammitch and Joe Mama were able to talk about the Boston Red Sox, without throwing punches at each other!

*More pops*

PenWing: And me? I played a little game. But playtime...is OVER!

*The crowd cheers.*

PenWing: King Snarf, you want a ladder match at Trippin' Tuesday? A ladder match!? Well, consider tonight a warm-up! Except, tonight, we're going to throw in some tables, and some chairs!

*More cheers from the crowd.*

PenWing: TLC isn't a tag match. It's an all out war! Howlerama, you wanted a title shot? Here it is! The question is, do you want that championship more than King Snarf and Joe Mama? Do you want it more than James Fantastic and Two-Ton Tommy? And most importantly, do you want more than Captain Sammitch, and ME! Because the one thing I can guarantee is this: When you set foot in this ring tonight, you can forget about the Family Businss, and you can forget about all the prematch promises that were made in the back. Once that bell rings, it's every team for itself. And the best team will win!

*The crowd erupts in cheer.*

PenWing: A ladder match at Trippin Tuesday? King Snarf, I wouldn't have it any other way. Because...anytime, anywhere, (the crowd chants with PenWing) SUDDEN DEATH RULES!

*PenWing drops the mic and picks up his Sherwood as "Gonna Fly Now" blasts over the speakers. The crowd roars as PenWing leaves the ring.*

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