Tag Division Match
Dark Lords (Pig Iron & Spamm) vs. Tuesday Night Rockers (James Fantastic & 2TT)
Pantera rages throughout the Cheesedome as Pig Iron and SPAMM make their way to the ring in unison.
Marcum: “Impressive matches from both men at Handjobs. What will they have in store this time?”
Monroe: “I don’t know but I but SPAMM has some Yorkshire pudding. Hah.”
Marcum: “That really wasn’t funny.”
Monroe: “ Oh…OK.”
Both men enter the ring and head butt each other, and smack each other to build adrenaline.
Monroe: “Looks like a new Monkey/Pig mating ritual.”
Marcum: “Hahahah. Now, that’s funny.”
"Do it for the kids" interrupts Pantera as James Fantastic in his Union Jackduster, Two-Ton Tommy, and Arnold Judas Rimmer make their way down the ramp.
Monroe: “The Tuesday Night Rockers. Legends in the making. They will surely be rid of this motley bunch quickly.”
Monroe: “They have more experience as a team, Monroe, but since aligning with the Dark Lords Pig Iron and Spamm have become much more dangerous. I wouldn't be so quick to write them off.”
The crowd goes wild as 2TT and JF enter the ring. JF energetically goes to the ropes to entice the crowd. PI and SPAMM immediately go into action before JF can even remove his duster. SPAMM starts hammering JF with kicks to the midsection, and PI spears 2TT and begins to lay on heavy blows with fists to the head.
And the bell rings to start the match…
JF starts to get his senses while the ref tries to stop PI and get PI and 2TT out of the ring. JF lays 2 consecutive punches on SPAMM and slings him into the ropes. SPAMM takes a strange angle off of the ropes and crashes full speed into the ref knocking him unconscious.
Marcum: “No way. Did you see that angle SPAMM took…that looked purposeful?”
SPAMM looks perplexed and starts shaking his head and checks to see if the ref is OK. Out cold… he gets no response from the ref.
Monroe: “ He’s out! The ref is out!”
JF moves in and starts attacking SPAMM while he is checking on the ref. PI and 2TT are manipulating arm holds trying to get an edge on the other.
Marcum: “What?”
Monroe: "Chris Oakley!"
Chris Oakley has emerged at ringside and begins hammering Arnold Rimmer with punches. Rimmer attempts to fight back, but Oakley sets him up for a Red Alert and drops him on the arena floor!
"I told you that you were next!" Oakley screams at the manager as James Fantastic launches himself off of the turnbuckle and onto Oakley, sending him to the floor!
Fantastic jumps up and gives a boisterous WOO! to the crowd who respond in kind as security removes a loudly cursing Oakley from ringside.
Monroe: "That was uncalled for on Chris Oakley's part-"
MarcuM: "Look!"
Grimm and Darth run into the ring from the crowd and Grimm begins hitting 2TT and Darth lunges into JF with his full running speed.
Monroe: “This is an outrage! Why do they have to resort to these type of tactics?”
MarcuM: "They don't have to! They just like it! They're sick!"
Grimm and PI mercilessly deliver blows to 2TT...kicking, punching, smacking…SPAMM regains his composure and delivers a Knuckle Duster Low Blow to an unsuspecting JF while his back is turned to face Darth. Darth immediately delivers a crushing ddt to JF. PI and Grimm then deliver a double team clothesline to 2TT and he goes over the rope and crashes to the floor.
Monroe:”Bughawb! Oh, somebody stop this attack. This is horrendous!”
All 4 wrestlers then begin to assault JF. Pummeling him until they back off, and JF is left bleeding and motionless on the canvas. PI runs over to the ref and reaches into his waistline…
Monroe: “Smelling salts? This whole charade was obviously planned from the start. This is inconceivable.”
PI whiffs the salts under the ref’s nose and then drops them to the floor. Grimm and Darth cross the railing and meld back into the crowd. The ref struggles to get his footing as 2TT still lies on the floor of the cheesedome. The ref falls next to JF and SPAMM. SPAMM is lying across JF’s chest looking semi-unconscious while JF’s back is on the ring canvas. The ref begins the count……1….2….3…. the bell rings.
Pantera begins to echo through the Cheesedome as the crowd boos.
PI and SPAMM exit the ring ….laughing.
Monroe: “This is just…just….well, it’s a Dark day for RDCW.”
MarcuM: “Dark.”
