*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, walks out onto the stage.*

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 holds up a mic, and the fans quiet down.*

You don't like my methods, James? Well, I don't like yours. You can stand there, and you can woo the crowd with your big man talk, but last week we proved that you can't walk the walk!

*Cheers from the crowd.*

I'll give you this, James. You're tough. Passing out to the Sharpshooter takes a lot of guts, and there is no doubt in my mind that you are well on your way to becoming a superstar! But when it comes to being friends with me, well... I can't be friends with someone I don't respect. And I can't respect someone who would sacrifice a friend for a cheap win. That goes against the rules.

*More cheers from the crowd.*

As for you, Tommy...

*Two-Ton Tommy points to himself and mouths "Me?"*

Not you, Two-Ton, I'll get to you after SummerScam. Right now, I'm talking to the Surgeon, Tommy Savitz. Tonight, Tommy, before you start worrying about facing Spandex Monkey Man at SummerScam, you should start thinking about your match with me. Because, Tommy, tonight we're going to find out just how damn good you really are! Tonight, we're going to play by the only rules that matter! Because, anytime, anywhere, (the crowd joins in) SUDDEN DEATH RULES!

*PenWing drops the mic and walks to the back as "We Will Rock You" starts playing agian. The Tuesday Night Rockers converse in the ring as Hovoc goes to break.*

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