*The stomping beat of "We Will Rock You" blasts over the speakers and the fans roar to their feet and sing along as PenWing, with the Big Cheese Belt around his waist and his Sherwood in hand, makes his way to the ring.*

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


PenWing: Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on around here!? I mean, I can deal with losing the Tag Team Donkey Lovin' belts. Fact is, that was a hell of a match, and last week, King Snarf and Joe Mama were the better team. I won't take that away from them. And, on the bright side, The Family can actually call King Snarf the champ without making everyone spit their drinks out in laughter. Thing is, I can't deal with some third rate wrestling promotion inviting themselves into our house and kicking us around!

*Pops from the crowd.*

PenWing: You may be wondering why SD-6 stayed out of that mess last night. Quite simply, not only did we have a match, but it became very clear that our RDCW brethren didn't even need us out there to kick XPW's asses! And it looked like the only reason some members of the Family got involved was because they wanted a little warm up before our match!

*The crowd booes the mention of the Family Business.*

PenWing: But that's not what has me pissed off. If someone is stupid enough to walk in here and pick a fight, well, look what we did to Worst Wrestling Ever!

*The crowd Cheers.*

PenWing: Thing is, Billionare Vince didn't start harassing me with contracts to join his company. He was honest with us. All he wanted was to squash us. And I can respect that. After all, we are the greatest threat to every wrestling promotion across the globe, because we do everything for you!

*More cheers.*

PenWing: On the other hand, Rod Blueballs and his whore, Lezzie Barfing, have been running around trying to get every wrestler in the RDCW to jump ship. Now, is it just me, or does this remind everyone of a guy named Louie Bastardo?

*The crowd booes.*

PenWing: Hold on, before everyone starts the justified "asshole" chants, I'd just like to make something clear. At least the Family Business can back up it's talk. Blueballs can't even get his own wife to screw him!

*The crowd laughs.*

PenWing: Blueballs, to answer your question, NO, I will NOT be joining your sorry ass promotion!

*The crowd cheers.*

PenWing: What I am going to do, is enter myself in the Junkyard Invitational at Evil Cunt Wrestling's One Night Stand! I may be fairly new to wrestling, and I've never participated in and ECW event, but I can tell you this, it looks like it's going to be a whole hell of a lot of fun!

*The crowd roars.*

PenWing: But what to do between now and then? That is the question. And the answer is quite simple. Captain Sammitch and I are issuing a challenge to the new Tag Team Donkey Lovin' Champions: Next week, on Havoc, we want a rematch! But not just any kind of rematch. With the RDLL show coming up next month, we challenge you to a Lucha Libre style tag match for the Donkey Lovin' titles!

*More cheers from the crowd.*

PenWing: And that just leaves tonight. Snarf, last week, with a little help from Loosie, you were able to grab the Donkey Lovin' titles. But that was last week. Tonight, it's just you...and me. And the last time it was just you and me, championship gold was just out of reach! You can forget about last week, Snarf, because tonight, there aren't any tables, and there aren't any chairs. Tonight, there aren't any distractions. Tonight, the rules are very simple. Tonight, SUDDEN (the crowd joins in) DEATH RULES!

*The crowd erupts in cheer as "Gonna Fly Now" blasts over the speakers and PenWing leaves the ring.*


<sub>Will Eisner's last work - The Plot: The Secret Story of the Protocols of the Elders of Zion
RDCW Profile

"Well, as it happens, I wrote the damned SOP," Illescue half snarled, "and as of now, you can bar those jackals from any part of this facility until Hell's a hockey rink! Is that perfectly clear?!" - Dr. Franz Illescue - Honor Harrington: At All Costs

"I don't know what I'm do, or how I do, I just do." - Alexander Ovechkin</sub>