"Ode to Joy" resounds throughout the CheeseDome as Dr. William Paragon walks out onto the entranceway, resplendent in one of his classic sequined white robes. He is escorted by several security guards. He steps into the ring and begins to speak.
"Good evening. Tonight, I, Dr. William Paragon, am here not in my official capacity as a BBN representative, but to return to my roots in the squared circle. To make a point to a hooligan who feels the need to rely on weapons to make up for his lack of talent and ability in the ring!"
"Spandex Monkey Man! Tonight, I am going to take you and tie into knots! I am going to twist you into a pretzel. You will be unrecognizable to your own mother. I am going to show you exactly what the symbol of excellence means."
Paragon unfastens his robe and reveals a massive championship belt around his waist.
"Do you know what this belt is, Spamm? Do you have any what this belt represents? The history, the lineage, the tradition of the National Wrasslin Association. I doubt a young punk like yourself could even begin to understand what this title represents."
"I have held this championship ten times in my career. The prestige and honor of holding this belt so many times is why I was brought here a decade ago. To bring some of that prestige and honor with me and bestow it upon the RDCW title. And I did exactly that. I raised the RDCW up to new heights of glory. And I will so do again. Starting tonight."
"Spandex Monkey Man. If you want to see this. . ."
One of the guards holds up Mr. Sledge Hammer.
"Or if you want to see this. . ."
Another guard holds up Mr. Staple Gun.
". . .ever again, then tonight you had best bring everything you have in your pathetic little arsenal. Because I am in the process of bringing about litigation that will eliminate thugs like yourself from the face of the RDCW. I will eradicate you, whether it is through legal extraction. . .or by using my bare hands. Tonight,class is in session."
