Whilst we've been backstage, a band has set up their equipment on the entrance ramp
Bastardo: Who are these guys, and what are they doing here?
Monroe: Don't ask me Louie...hey, is that who I think it is? It is! Folks, Spinal Tap, officially the loudest band in the world, are in The Cheese-Dome tonight!
Louie: And there's only one superstar they could be playing in!
Sure enough, as The Tap launch into a storming rendition of 'The Majesty of Rock' SPAMM makes his entrance, headbanging along to the stong and air-drumming excitedly. He's dressed in an old m.W.o t-shirt, and his mask is purple. He's also died his hair purple, and his jeans and boots are purple/
Monroe: Looks like SPAMM's gone back to his roots in ECW!
Louie: I'd love to see Grimm's reaction to all this!
The crowd goes wild, and SPAMM leaps onto the barrier, still air-drumming to the tune. Eventually he gets down and climbs into the ring
SPAMM: Thanks you, thank you. As you can see, Da Monkey Guy has arrived in RDCW!
The crowd chants 'm.W.o!' as SPAMM produces a banana and stuffs it down his face, dropping the skin on the floor
SPAMM: Now, I've been saying that I have an announcement to make tonight. Well, make that two! Y'see, I took a look around myself in the Dark Lords, and realised one thing:
Everyone's got a manager. Grimm's got Harleykwin, Darth's got Chesty, even Piggy's got Heidi Schwarz. So I thought, shouldn't I get one too? So I went to Grimm. And he burst out laughing.
Louie: I can see why!
SPAMM: Anyway, I started contacting some of the girls I knew from the days back in ECW (which, by the way, was a surprisingly large number). Anyhoo, Slutty, the old m.W.o manager, is apparently missing, presumed ugly. Plus, she'd worked for Rob Blackandblue, so I wasn't gonna touch her with...well, anything!
The crowd cheers, and chants FUCK YOU, BLACKANDBLUE!
SPAMM: As for the other Hardcore Ho's, Kummonme is apparently working in an, erm, *adult* bar in Philly, whilst Stoolah is, shock horror, MARRIED. To Tommy Sleeper. Though apparently she's taking regular visits to Philadelphia, so it's all good!
The crowd chants SHE FUCKS GIRLS! and SPAMM nods smugly
SPAMM: And it was then that I remembered an old friend. A man who stood by my side and fought with all the determination of a damp towel, which by the way hurts like hell when flicked at your testicles by King Snarf...
Monroe: 
Louie:
Crowd:
SPAMM: 
Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to the one and only CHEVROLET NOVA!
Spinal Tap starts to play 'Real American' as Chevy Nova makes his way out. However, this is a slightly modified version:
I am a Real American
I'm fat and I drink beer from a can
I am a Real American
Fight for some Sprite
I'm thirsty as shite!
As the crowd sheers, Chevy Nova attempts to get into the ring, but falls over the top rope. SPAMM helps him to his feet and hands him a mic
Chevy: BROTHER BROTHER BROTHER! WATCHA GONNA DO WHEN CHEVY NOVA RUNS OVER YOU!
SPAMM: Eh, quite. Anyway, to my second announcement!
Monroe: I wonder what it could be!
SPAMM: Chevy, produce the belt!
Chevy: BROTHER, what belt, BROTHER?
SPAMM: Aw Crap. The Lightweight faggot belt, you gimp?
Chevy: BROTHER who're you calling a gimp?!
Chevy takes a swing at SPAMM, but falls asleep mid-swing
SPAMM: Why didn't I try harder? Hell, even that she-male Erectra would've been better than this guy! Anyway, since Chevy's forgot the belt, I'll have to cut this short. In effect, I am henceforth retiring the Lightweight Faggot belt, forever!
Louie: I thought it had already BEEN retired!
'The Majesty of Rock' plays again, and SPAMM heads to the back, dragging a still sleeping Chevy Nova with him
