The Lightweight Faggot belt comes up for grabs as PJP defends the title against last Havoc's Battle Royal winner, Backwards7. 7 came out swinging, determined to take the fight to the champ. Suplexes, head scissors take downs, and drop kicks came rapid fire. But PJP, being a veteran, was able to turn the tides and slow the pace of the match down. He kept it simple and steady by working over the challenger's back with punches, kicks, drops, and stretches. 7 soon found the chance he needed to take the gold when he sliped out of a hold and set up his finisher, The Golden Shower. But his inexperience in the ring became his downfall as he spent too much time posing for the audience, allowing PJP to lock in the Alabama Crag-Dangle. All his previous work on Backwards7's back came to fruition as the young man tapped out, leaving PJP as the longest reigning Lightweight Faggot.

Next up was the Whipped Cream and Jell-O Women's Boobie belt title match.

Marcum: Excuse me while I go back to my dressing room for..... um................... yeah!

Well, gentlemen, I can think of no words to describe the match that went on in that tub of whipped cream and strawberry Jell-O. So I'll leave it to your own imaginations, which is probably best. Just remember: Cowgirl and Stareena rolling around in a tub of whipped cream and Jell-O, and Cowgirl is the new Women's champ.

Ladies and gentlemen, a ring hasn't been built to hold the Hardcore title match that was booked here tonight. Which is why it's a good thing that the Cheesedome is located next to Crazy Achmed's Junkyard and Post-Modern Sculpture Emporium. Surrounded by barbed wire and really weird metal statues, these men ferociously beat the living hell out of each other to be known as the Hardcore Porn champion of the RDCW. Many of the participants of this match had to be taken to the nearest hospital (at their own expense) for immediate medical treatment. FNB suffered a broken arm from Jaburg's use of tire iron as an equalizer. Pete Townshend in being treated for broken ribs after being pinned between a Chevy Nova and a Ford Studabaker by theory9. But, without a doubt, Jim Jackson's demise at the hands of the caveman Urg was the true highlight of the match. With a Diving Powerbomb from the top of the garbage dumpster onto the Kenmoore washing machine allowed Urg to get the three count and snag the belt away from Jaburg.

The Donkey Lovin' Tag Team titles were on the line as Doc. Mid-Nite and Grimm of the Triple Set stood up against NWO's own Aussie Scumbags, Danny and Dave. Both teams showed expertise in the ring with numerous tags and team work in their attempts to wear their opponents down. Doc. Mid-Nite was the first to be pulled away from his corner by the Aussies as they let out everything in their bag of tricks, working on the man's knee. But a drop toe hold was all Doc. needed to get to his corner and bring in Grimm. One for brute force, he pounded away at the tag team from Down Under. A blind tag brought Dave in to catch Grimm unaware. The big man's arm was the focus of the renewed Aussies' attacks. As the ref had his hands full pushing Doc. out of the ring and away from his ailing partner, Dave, wanting to end this match, ran in with his tag belt in hand, ready to smash in Grimm's skull. But in a last minute miracle, Grimm dodged the blow leaving Danny to take the full force on the gold against his head. Dave was quickly thrown from the ring by Grimm, who was finally able to tag his partner in. Doc. wobbled on the top rope but still was able to pull of the Triple Set's devistating double team manuver: Sloppy Seconds. The 1-2-3 gives the RDCW its new Donkey Lovin' Tag Team champions, Grimm and Doc. Mid-Nite.

Now, onto the match that has been coming since the foundation of the RDCW. Co-GM The Doctor, and leader of the Power Trip, along with CEO and owner Rob Kamphausen team up in a grudge match against Co-GM and NWO founder Nowhereman and his partner, fellow NWOer, Joe Mama. Rob started off the match against Joe. Even though he was still relatively new to the profession, Joe was able to dominate Kamphausen. A much needed tag brought The Doctor in. Nowhereman immediately called for a tag from Joe Mama and entered the ring. The hatred and animosity between these two is legendary in the RDCW. These two men went at it like wild animals. This might as well have been a singles match. Neither man wanted to tag out. Neither wanted to give up. Near pinfalls and deadly submissions almost ended this match up several times. PJP's run in with a chair on the behalf of the NWO almost turned the tide; but Azreal, the Doctor's bodyguard, chased the would-be interferrer out of the stadium. It was at that moment that the whole RDCW world turned inside out and upside down. CEO Rob Kamphausen entered the ring with a chair ready for the back of Nowhereman's head, but turned and planted it right in the face of his own tag partner, the Doctor. Nowhereman then covered for the win as Rob looked on, smiling. How long have Rob and Nowhereman planned this?

If that wasn't enough show for you, Velo had to make his first ever Heavyweight Cheese defense against not one, but five opponents. Though he need not be pinned for someone to gain the title, Velo found a big bullseye on his back as he stepped into the ring. LLance was the first to seperate the young man. Using his pattented slams and splashes, LLance took Velo off of his feet. Drzsmith had to fight off Roy Batty who made perfect use of his hazzardous Flying Fists against the former champ. BSAMS neutralized JQ with a series of headbutts and elbow smashes. As the brawling came to a fever pitch with pins being attempted, the match turned into a battle royal as no one could concentrate on a single opponent. As everyone else fought on, BSAMS and Drzsmith found themselves face to face and alone. With a single jab of his index finger, BSAMS pushed Drzsmith onto his back to grab the pin and become the new Heavyweight Cheese champion.

Deal with it beatches!

What, no Bibbo / I-Man match?

But, what to call it?

- The Domestic Disturbance

- Brothers at Arms

?

Bibbo Vs I-Man or tag team?

I say it's high time for the return of Punch/ CounterPunch!

we need more tag teams.

Unfortunately the Aussie scumbags are no more!

Yeah, 'cause you broke them up! Fucktard.

We broke you up as well!

The Triple Set is like a Hydra. You may think you have cut off a piece, but we will regenerate, stronger than ever before!

I wasnt talking bout Triple set,I was talking bout you!

Piffle! None can stop the Last True Nature Boy!

Sneaky Bunny's next on my hit list!

Just cause you decorate your walls with magazine adds doesnt give you the right to battle in the womens division!

Ad-decorator!

(starts to brandish the kendo stick)

Don't push me...

Is that a kendo stick?
Looks more like a roll of got milk adds to me!

Hey,Nowhereman,I'm forming a union--this stick and your head!(cracks Nowhereman's skull with the kendo stick)

Well that certainly felt like a bunch of rolled up adverts!