Rock and Roll All Nite' plays as the mWo makes their way down to ringside. The fans go nuts, glad to see their favourites back in the ring after so long. Charlie stand back and watches as the quartet make their way into the ring, pausing only to help ZOD disentangle himself from the ropes. SPAMM takes the mic
SPAMM: A million dollars? That's...well, more money than we've ever been paid, adding all our salaries together! And all I have to do is forfeit our match, you say?
Charlie nods, evidently expecting the mWo to take the deal
SPAMM: Well, Charlie, all I gotta say to that is...
Oh hell no!
Charlie looks shocked as the fans pop
SPAMM: You see, you were right when you described us as the biggwest joke act in the RDCW! But you forgot one thing! That makes us the biggest, best, most successful joke act in the history of wrestling!
We ain't a bunch of losers like D-Generation Monkey, we ain't cowards like the West Texas Monkeys or The Moonmonkeys, we ain't a bunch of overrated hacks like The Monkey Foundation, and we sure as heck ain't a bunch of sexcond-rate rip-offs like Planet Monkey!
Chevy Nova: BROTHER DOOD DADDY!
SPAMM: Yeah, I know, Chevy, I hated that gimmick too! So, you see, Charlie, you can just take that million, tear it up and stick it right up your candy ass!
ZOD: KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!
SPAMM: The General's got that right! Charlie, you can take the message to all the boys in the RDCW! boys...WE'RE TAKING O-VER!
Rock and Roll All Nite plays, and the mWo pose in the ring as we go to commercial
