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Mike Monroe: This is it, fans! Tonight, the Allied Powers put the World Tag Titles up against the Dark Lords in a Hell in the Cell match!
Madman MarcuM: And MisterJLA will finally get his date with Chesty Lerou!
Monroe: Lor takes on Cowgirl Jack in a women's match!
MarcuM: There are none hotter or more skilled than the RDCW hotties!
Monroe: And they're good in the ring, too, right?
MarcuM: You noticed that as well!
Monroe: Captain Sammitch will reveal his new ally as they take on Howlerama, two of the three men who injured PenWing at Uncircumsized!
MarcuM: Maybe Sammitch and his new friend can get put in the same hospital room as PenWing and keep each other company!
Monroe: Will you stop? Also tonight, two of the RDCW Legends will don the tights once more. Roy Batty will take on LLance in a Legends match!
MarcuM: Old Geezers match you mean! Who wants to see those two old timers wheezing and shuffling around the ring?
Monroe: Chris Oakley takes on James Fantastic in a battle of former allies!
MarcuM: I don't know who to root against!
Monroe: It's Tuesday Night! It's time to fight! It's Havoc!
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"Cemetary gates" plays as the arena darkens and the Dark Lords make their way to ringside.
Monroe: Well, why don't you just open the damn show? It's all about what you want anyway, isn't it?
MarcuM: Are you gonna tell them they can't?
Monroe:. . .
They step into the ring. Grimm pauses to glare out at the audience who is unsure how to react. He smirks and begins to speak.
"I am the devil."
The fans begin to boo. Grimm smiles a little wider.
"And I am here to do the devil's work."
"So let me get this straight: Capt. Sammitch doesn't like the way the Dark Lords conduct their business? Well isn't that just too damn bad. I don't recall asking for Sammitch's permission to do a god damn thing. You would do well to remember, Sammitch, that at Wargasms it was not the Dark Lords that were injured. It was not the Dark Lords that surrendered the match. It was the so called Sudden Death Connection."
Monroe: Well, to hell with the man's career, right? Why should that matter to anyone?
MarcuM: Taking this a little personally, aren't you?
"Now while we may have been allied at one time, those days are over. For the Dark Lords have tested you, and found you wanting. The Dark Days are here, Sammitch. and my Hog of War, Pig Iron, has something special planned for you in the days to come. A special gift of VIOLENCE hand crafted just for you. So bring your "mystery partner," Sammitch. Do your best against Louie Bastardo's thugs. Because if you make it past them, the Dark Days will be waiting for you."
"But now I have a special message for someone. You all know him. He is your world heavyweight cheese champion. the big cheese himself, Joe Mama. But I like to think of him as David.
David, as you lay in that hospital bed at night, feeling the pain in your neck, the tingling in your veins, the numbness in your arms and legs, don't despair. Don't run from the overwhelming sense of loss. Embrace it, David. Embrace the pain.
I know that there are a lot of people right now, talking to you and telling you lots of things. Your doctors, your friends, your family. Hell, I even heard that Rob Kamphausen himself came down from the ivory tower of Phausen Entertainment in downtown Roboken just to bring you his well wishes. I heard that Louie Bastardo, your old manager, has been calling every day just to check on you.
But don't listen to them, David. Don't listen to what they have to say. As they beg with you and plead for you not to return to the ring. Don't listen.
Don't listen to your body. Don't listen to the cracking sounds as you attempt to turn your head and realize you cannot. Don't listen to your limbs when they tell you they aren't able to move. We know they can. They will. They must.
Don't listen to your doctors when they tell you that you will never step into a ring again. That your career is finished. They don't know you like I do, David.
Don't listen to your woman. Did she fly down from boston, David? Stepping silently into your darkened hospital room and failing to hold back those delicious tears? Saying "Don't do it. Don't go back. Don't get in the ring again." She hasn't looked into your soul like I have, David.
Listen to one thing, David. Listen to your heart. Your heart that cries out in pain and anger for vengeance. Blood vengeance that will only be resolved in one way.
For we both know that for men like us, this can only end in one way. Here, in the middle of the ring. in one on one physical combat. As you're leaving the hospital, tear off that neck brace and stand up from that wheelchair that would define the injuries of any normal person.
When you get home, reach into that travel bag and remove that BIG GOLD BELT that symbolises all your hopes and dreams. The belt you dreamed about wearing as a child. The belt that you worked so hard to attain. That you wear so proudly. Ask yourself, is it worth it? Is this hunk of metal and plastic worth the physical domain that we are about to enter.
We both know the answer to that, don't we? For the path we walk is thorny, through no fault of our own. It is dark and narrow and only a few can survive the trip out the other side. Be one of the few, David.
Come back, David. Come back and face me. I'll be waiting.
October 31st, David. All Hallows Eve. On that day, I will finish you. On that day, the man, the myth, the legend, Joe Mama becomes just another victim of the Grimmlock!"
Monroe: The man is seriously injured. He can't possibly return.
MarcuM: He knows that. He's taunting him on purpose. He just doesn't care.
Monroe: This is sick.
Grimm continues:
"But first, the Dark Lords have one more piece of business to take care of tonight. . .that being the Allied Powers and the World Tag Team Titles in the fifteen foot high Hell in a Cell!"
The crowd begins to cheer at the thought of the spectacle to unfold before them later tonight.
"Now the last time the Dark Lords and the Allied Powers faced off. . .things were a little different."
Grimm looks over at Darth who nods and shrugs his shoulders while mouthing "I'm sorry."
"It's ok. That was settled. Things worked out."
Grimm looks at Chesty as she and Darth share a wicked grin.
"But tonight, things will not work out for the Allied Powers. For tonight the undefeated streak comes to an end. Inside the fifteen foot high structure, JLA and Howdy will feel their skin tear. Their bones break. Their veins burst and spill their contents inside the ring.
Do you remember the last time the Dark Lords were inside a steel cage, JLA? Bibbo and I-Man do."
The Lords smile and nod as a whole.
"There will be nothing to save you tonight. No security guards. No pedantic lawyers and contract details. Nothing but pain and agony. Because tonight the Allied Powers become the latest pair of roadkills on the Dark Lords' hitlist.
JLA. Howdy. The Dark Days are here. Abandon all hope."
Darth: "And fear the darksiiiiiiide."
The group finishes as they await their music to start up again. . .
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...But, instead of "Cemetary Gates", the CheeseDome speakers come alive with "Faded". The crowd erupts at the opening guitar riff. Grimm seems unfazed. He crosses his arms and smiles, waiting.
Marcum: It's not possible! He COULDN'T be here tonight!!!
Monroe: Looks like the Big Cheese Champion is a lot more resilient than anyone gives him credit for!
However, Joe Mama does not come out. Instead, the Cheese-O-Tron comes to life and King Snarf Rules is standing in front of the camera outside a hospital room. Instead of his usual T-Shirt, he's wearing a cheap suit and tie.
KSR: This is JOEY BILES...that's right, my name is JOEY BILES!
The crowd is booing and chanting "You suck!!!"
Joey Biles: I'm standing here, outside what I've been told is Joe Mama's hospital room and you're right, Grimm. His entire family is here! Parents...siblings...niece and nephew...and even a certain dark-haired girl are in this room. I haven't been able to track down his doctor, so I'm about to get the scoop straight from those closest to him!
Grimm laughs as Joey Biles opens the door. The camera follows him as he enters the room. Sure enough, there are several people in the room, sitting in various spots around the bed. Joe Mama is sleeping...or comatose. He's wearing a neck brace and has an IV drip of some kind. His eyes are blackened. Joey Biles pulls the camera so he's on-screen, and then approaches a man who looks like an older version of Joe Mama.
JB: Hey Mister! You look like you know what's up...is he dead? Is he finished???
Father: Get that microphone away from me, you piece of shit!
JB: Oooooooh! Big words! I see where Joe Mama gets his fire!
Joey turns to a woman who's slightly older than Joe Mama. She has a young girl and boy in her arms. They're sobbing and she's obviously upset as she tries to comfort them.
JB: Whattaya say, Sis? Is he coming back? Or did Grimm make him the new Christopher Reeve?
She glares at him but says nothing. Joey Biles looks around. His eyes settle on a dark-haired woman of about Joe Mama's age. He gets a sick grin and then walks over to her.
JB: Hey, hot stuff...if he's as finished as we all know he is, maybe you'd like to get yourself some of what I got! Maybe Grimm will give you a nice time...
She slaps Joey in the face. The crowd cheers. Grimm is unfazed. She grabs the microphone and, through gritted teeth...
GF: Get. Out. Of. Here!!!
Joey Biles turns to the camera, grinning.
JB: Well, Grimm, it looks like you've finished him off. His family ain't saying much and neither is he. I think it's safe to say...
Something off-camera gets Joey's attention. The fans start rumbling, excited. Grimm, still unperturbed, raises his microphone to his mouth.
Grimm: Joey, is there something to report?
JB: Grimm, I think I heard a noise coming from Joe Mama. Now, it may have been a pained groan or an actual mumble. But lemme check...
As Joey forces his way to bedside, Joe Mama's father leaves the room, calling for the doctor. The children rush to their uncle's side. Even the sister and the dark-haired girl are watching closely.
Joey: Champ! Champ!!! JOE MAMA!!! Can you hear me???
Joey sticks the microphone in Joe Mama's face and the crowd hears a slight grumble. The camera pulls in tight in time for everyone to see his eyes flutter a bit. His mouth opens and a faint gasp is heard. The crowd erupts with chanting. Grimm's face is beaming.
Joey: Joe Mama...are you as finished as you look, or will you be returning to let Grimm finish the job he's more than half-way through?
Joe Mama's eyes are barely slits. It's not clear if he's actually awake and looking into the camera or just staring off. His voice is a rasped whisper.
JM: Grimm...
JB: He's listening! Are you giving up your title?
JM: Jason...
The crowd is hushed. Grimm is not visibly upset, but upon hearing the second name is no longer smiling.
Marcum: Who's Jason? Isn't Grimm's...
Monroe: Shhhhhhhh!!!
JM: Last...Blood...Match...
As the crowd erupts again, a voice, off-camera, can be heard saying, "Who are you? Get that camera out of here! Get out!!! My patient needs his re..." just before the Cheese-O-Tron blacks out. The crowd his chanting "Joe Mama!!!" Grimm has a slight smile on his face. He nods, not moving.
Marcum: What just happened? Who the hell is this Jason? I think Joe Mama's lost what's left of...
Monroe: I think Joe Mama's coming back. I don't know if that's a good thing for him, but it looks like there's going to be a reckoning...
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*The fans are exploding on their feet. Grimm looks around, taking in their reactions before responding. His face is neutral again.
"If that's how you want it, that's how you'll get it. Last Blood Match it is. So let it be written, so let it be done. The fate of Joe Mama will rest upon each and every one of your heads."
MarcuM: What the hell is a Last Blood Match?
Monroe: I guess we'll find out on Halloween!
The Dark Lords file out of the ring as Havoc goes to commercial break.
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*James White is standing in the lobby with mic in hand as the show comes back from commercial.*
White: I'm standing here with the new Hardcore Porn Champion, Balls Nasty. How does it feel to be a champ again, Balls?
*The camera pans over to show Balls Nasty wearing a suit and tie with the championship belt slung over his shoulder. He takes the mic from James and pushes him out of frame*
Nasty: James, you can just get the fuck out of here. No one's paid their money to listen to you flap your gums. They are here to watch me change the face of the RDCW. Last week, I took this belt out of the hands of Bastardo's pet chihuahua, El Superbeastiality. Look all you want around the Cheesedome tonight, and you won't find him. Not in the ring. Not in the locker rooms. Not even out back feeding in his favorite dumpster. El Superbeasto is MIA. And it's not because the I.N.S. finally shipped his ass back down to the Burrito Belt. No. It's because last Tuesday, I gave him a first hand lesson in pain and suffering. I taught him the meaning of hardcore. I lifted his fat ass up and brought him crashing back down with a devestating Camero Cut. Now I wear the gold, and he wears a cast.
At this very moment, he's sitting in his little bed, watching this on TV, wondering what happened. I'll tell you what happened, El Superbeasto. You entered that ring not as a champ but as a pet. Louise tugged on your leash, and you came running in. Just another one of his bitches let out of the kennel. When you run with losers like Howlerama, Charlie, and Johnny Evil, you become one of them. You become one more beggar pleading for the scraps off the big boys' plates.
Well, I'm on my own now, El Superbeasto. I beg for nothing. I take what I want, and I've taken your belt. I fight with the power that I've unleashed within myself, and with that power I've broken your body. And I did it all on my own. Remember that, El Superbeasto. While you lay at home having your diaper changed, remember who put you there. Remember the face of the man who tamed the beast.
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*Backstage, in the Family dressing room. Louie Bastardo is pacing back and forth as Balls Nasty's interview plays on a monitor.
". . .Remember the face of the man who tamed the beast."
Louie looks up, sighs, and begins pacing again. He is muttering to himself as Howlerama walk into the dressing room.
Howler: What's wrong, boss?
LB: It's this Balls Nasty situation.
H & H: Huh???
LB: This Balls Nasty is irritating me to no end! First, he refuses to join the Family and ruins my Lounge! Then he takes the Hardcore belt from Superbeasto and puts him on the shelf! That's TWO Family members injured in a month! People are starting to lose their fear of the Family. We can't have that boys. Something's got to be done.
Howlerama look at each other and smile.
Highwayman: Say no more. Remember, we're the guys that put PenWing out at Uncircumsized.
Howlerama: And he was a lot bigger target than Balls Nasty.
LB: But PenWing played by the rules. We could manipulate him and his buddies. Balls Nasty doesn't play by anyone's rules. How do you manipulate a guy who doesn't want anything?
Howlerama: Don't worry about it. We've got to focus on tonight. Sammitch has a mystery partner. And we've got to focus on that first.
Highwayman: Ain't gonna matter who his partner is. They all gonna be joining PenWing in the hospital real soon.
LB: You know. . .you boys just gave me an idea. C'mon, let's get ready for the match.
I make stars, baby!
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<The Cheesedome goes dark as the view on the Cheese-O-Tron reveals the door to Joe Mama's hospital room once again...>
Marcum: What the hell?? Who else is gonna pay Joe Mama a visit? Don't they realize he's not only out of commission but out of his mind?
<The crowd cheers as Captain Sammitch and Penwing come into frame. Penwing - still on crutches himself - is speaking to a third figure who's not in frame...>
Penwing: I dunno if they want us in there or not, man. But this is something we've gotta do.
Sammitch: (also addressing the third man off frame) I know, I heard you. I'm sure they won't know what to think when we go in there. But Penwing's right. This has gotta be done. So hang back and the two of us are gonna take care of it. Relax, dude. The three of us will be back to the Cheesedome with time to spare before your reveal and the tag match.
Monroe: Captain Sammitch, Penwing, and Sammitch's mystery partner are about to enter Joe Mama's hospital room! What could they possibly be planning on doing?
Marcum: I don't know, Mike, but I'm afraid to find out!
<Penwing knocks on the door. A white-coated doctor answers. His eyes narrow when he sees the men outside...>
Doctor (not thedoctor): I thought I told all you people my patient needs his rest! (The doctor glares at Penwing and Sammitch.) I'm not going to tell you again to- (his eyes widen as he sees the third man outside) -errrr, why don't the two of you please step inside, gentlemen? (to the third man, timidly) Won't you please wait outside a moment, sir?
Marcum: Who the hell is he?
Monroe: Whoever he is, he's got at least one person afraid of him! Sammitch better hope it's enough to scare Howlerama!
<Penwing holds the door as Captain Sammitch enters the room carrying a package. Joe Mama's loved ones look quite nervous, unsure of what to expect...>
Sammitch: I won't be here long. Just let me say something to him, okay?
<Joe's significant other nods. Sammitch and Penwing make their way to Joe's bedside. Joe's eyes widen as he looks up and sees Sammitch and Penwing, but he says nothing, still in obvious pain...>
Sammitch: I'm sorry about the way things went down, Joe. If I could've done something in that moment, I would've. I know you don't like me - or Penwing here - and I know you don't like what we've been doing the past few months. But I also know that the RDCW needs you, Joe. The fans need you. If you could hear them now, they'd all be cheering for you.
<The Cheesedome resumes its chants for Joe Mama...>
Sammitch: The Dark Lords aren't gonna stop until they've done all they can to put all of us in a room and a bed just like this one. We can't let that happen. But Penwing and I are just two people. It's going to take a lot more than that to stop Grimm and his people. In fact, I'm not quite sure from where I'm standing now if it'll even be possible to stop him. But I'm gonna do everything I can to try all the same. And I know that no matter how bad it hurts right now, Joe, you're itching to take a swipe at him too.
Monroe: I can't believe I'm watching this! The Sudden Death Connection is encouraging their rival Joe Mama to return to the ring?!?
Marcum: Sammitch and Penwing can recruit the entire rest of the RDCW, Mike, but it won't make a damn bit of difference against the Dark Lords!
<Sammitch opens the package and begins removing wrapping paper from around an undetermined object...>
Sammitch: So whether you like us or not, Joe, we're here to tell you that your time is now. You need to get back in that ring. And I brought you this to remind you of that.
<Sammitch pulls the object out of the package...>
Marcum: BUHGAWB, Monroe! It's Loosie!!!
<Sammitch lays the barbed-wire-wrapped bat down on the table next to Joe's bed and turns to leave...>
Sammitch: Oh, and Joe? If they've got the right channel in here, you might wanna tune into Havoc tonight. You might like what you see. (to Penwing) Let's go.
<Sammitch and Penwing turn and exit the hospital room. Sammitch beckons to the invisible third man, who presumably follows down the hall. Rounding a corner, they come across none other than Joey Biles...>
JB: Captain Sammitch! Did you pay Joe Mama a visit just so you could crush what's left of his feeble hopes and dreams? Are you ready to face Howlerama tonight?
Penwing whacks Joey with one of his crutches, knocking the microphone away and sending him to the floor. Joey staggers to his feet only to have Sammitch grab him and execute a Sammitch Slam on the tile floor before scooping Joey up and tossing him off camera, presumably to the third man. We hear a series of hard punches, a thud, and nothing more. Sammitch and Penwing exchange expressions of amused approval before the trio continues down the hall as the image fades to black...>
Edited because the name of Joe Mama's 'modified' bat has also been modified once or twice - and to correct a discrepancy...
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Rooster blares from the Cheesedome PA speakers as Chris Oakley hits the ring minus his fellow Bond Brigade members; in the center of the ring we see the Crotch standing with a wireless mic in hand. The crowd falls silent as Crotch begins his interview.
CROTCH:Chris,tonight you're facing James Fantastic,the heart and soul of the Tuesday Night Rockers,on Havoc!You feel nervous about that at all?
CHRIS:Not really, Crotch....I've survived some of the most brutal matches in RDCW history.(major pops from the crowd) And to repeat something I said last week, when the Bond Brigade and the Tuesday Night Rockers meet at Halloween Handjobs, it'll be the standard by which all other six-man tag team matches are measured.(louder pops)
CROTCH: I'm not the type to spread idle gossip, Chris, but...(meaningful pause)The Boston Strangler claims that he's heard hints from the locker room all may not be well with the Bond Brigade.
(shocked gasps from fans at ringside)
CHRIS: With all due respect, Crotch, the Strangler doesn't have the slightest clue what he's talking about... the Brigade is solidly united, and we're going to prove it at Halloween Handjobs!(More pops)
CROTCH: I don't know,Chris-- the Strangler is usually a pretty reliable source of behind-the-scenes information here at RDCW. Can you honestly look me in the face and tell me there's no dissention whatsoever in the ranks of your group?
CHRIS: (leans forward until he's practically nose-to-nose with Crotch) Yeah, I can.
And tell your buddy the Boston Strangler to stop believing every scrap of men's room BS he hears from Louie Bastardo.
Chris shoves the Crotch away, exits the ring, and walks back to the dressing room as Rooster again blares over the Cheesedome PA system. Camera zooms in on Crotch looking somewhat dumbfounded as we fade to commercial.
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Chris Oakley vs. James Fantastic
"Sweet Child Of Mine" blares over the Cheesedome PA speakers as Arnold Judas Rimmer introduces James Fantastic;moments later,Ian Bond brings Chris Oakley out to the strains of "Rooster. After a quick handshake between Oakley and Fantastic, the bell rings and the two combatants proceed to wow the fans with a blend of technical prowess and hardcore ferocity; at the 20-minute mark,Fantastic delivers a scoop slam on Oakley and climbs the top turnbuckle deliver the One and Only....
Just when it looks like it's all over,though,Oakley rolls out of the way at the last second and springs back to his feet.
MARCUM:Son of a bitch,I think this guy must be related to the Energizer Bunny!
MONROE:The former XPW world heavyweight champion and RDCW hardcore and IC champion is refusing to quit!
MARCUM:You ain't kiddin',brother!
Oakley fires Fantastic into the ropes and drills him with the Lock and Load.Major pops ensue as the Bond Brigade frontman signals that he's about to deliver his signature move...
MARCUM:Whoa mama!
MONROE:We're about to see the Red Alert!Oakley picks Fantastic up...and there we go!
Oakley plants Fantastic into the center of the ring with the Red Alert.
MONROE:1...2...3!!(Ear-splitting pops from the fans as the bell rings to end the match)Chris Oakley has defeated James Fantastic!
Senior referee Lothar of the Hill People raises Oakley's hand to signal him as the winner.The camera pans over to the ring steps as we see El Daga coming up to Oakley;Chris starts to offer his hand to his Bond Brigade teammate--and is shocked as Daga hits him in the face and nails him with a Stone Cold Stunner.
MARCUM:What the hell's going on?!!!
MONROE:Betrayal,that's what!El Daga treacherously attacking his fellow Bond Brigade member!God knows what the rest of the Brigade's thinking right now....Oh my God!A vicious chokeslam on James Fantastic!
Just then,Senor Perdicion,Hombre Lagarto,Tommy Savitz,and Two-Ton Tommy rush to Oakley and Fantastic's rescue;Lagarto and Savitz take Daga out with a double clothesline while Perdicion and Two-Ton Tommy help carry a dazed Chris Oakley back to the locker room.As RDCW security drags Daga away,AJR and Ian Bond jump into the ring to check on James Fantastic.
MARCUM:Man,I sure didn't see this comin'!
MONROE:Neither did anyone else....Terri Savitz and Nuriko now coming out to ringside to help Ian Bond take Fantastic back to the Tuesday Night Rockers' dressing room.Ladies and gentlemen,this will no doubt go down as the most horrifying moments in RDCW history....(Camera fades to replay of El Daga's attack on Oakley and Fantastic)Chris Oakley horribly betrayed just moments after his incredible win against James Fantastic,and then to add insult to injury,Fantastic is assaulted as well.(Camera fades back to Marcum and Monroe at ringside)
MARCUM:So what happens to the six-man tag match at Halloween Handjobs?
MONROE:Hombre Lagarto will no doubt step up to fill the void in the Bond Brigade's ranks...but still,you have to believe this apparent defection by El Daga from the Brigade comes as a huge blow not only to Chris but also to Senor Perdicion,Daga's longtime tag team partner.
The Madman says: "that's fucked up. that ain't right."
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Roy Batty vs. LLance
The amazing Batty proved to have a lot of life left in him, as survived an early pounding from LLarry, and ducked out of the way of the deadly AvaLLance! As LLance staggered out of the corner, Batty hit his patented Blade Runner submission for a quick win! After the match, an enraged LLance took out his frustrations on his foe, by tossing him into the corner and making him prey to the dreaded FlatuLLance (stinkface)!
The Boston Strangler has hinted that we could soon see a fulltime return from some of the older faces of RDCW! Could this match be a sign of things to come?
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Captain Sammitch and mystery partner vs. Howlerama w/Louie Bastardo
<AC/DC's 'Bad Boy Boogie' blares as Howlerama make their way to the ring flanking Louie Bastardo. Louie heads over to the commentators' table, unfolds a nearby steel chair, and takes a seat...>
Marcum: And apparently the mastermind himself, Louie Bastardo, has decided to join us at ringside for this match! How's it goin', Louie?
Louie: Real good, Madman, real good. I can't complain about nothin'. My boys are about ta kick the snot outta Sammitch and whoever else he can recruit, so I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy da show!
Monroe: Louie Bastardo seems supremely confident as he looks on from ringside...
Louie: You still workin' here, Monroe? Sheesh!
<Highwayman and Howler are strutting around the ring confidently, but are greeted with only a few sporadic cheers amid the boos. Suddenly, 'Let's Get it Started' blares over the speakers, and the crowd goes wild as Captain Sammitch makes his way to the ring...>
Louie: Look at that jobber! He just ain't got what it takes to make it big in this promo, y'know what I mean?
Sammitch is halfway into the ring when Highwayman and Howler decide to take the initiative, yanking Sammitch through the ropes and into the ring. James White rings the bell to start the match.
Monroe: Nice clean start to the match on the part of Howlerama... 
Louie: Hey, it's smart wrestlin'! Whaddya want, huh?
Sammitch gets to his feet and is met by a series of punches to the midsection courtesy of Highwayman as Howler slips out of the ring. Highwayman slings Sammitch into the ropes and attempts a Corporate Sponsor clothesline, but Sammitch ducks under it, only to be tripped up into a roll as he passes Highwayman. Howler is waiting at the other end of the ring to trip Sammitch up.
Marcum: Looks like they've got him where they want him!
Monroe: There isn't any sign of Captain Sammitch's tag partner yet!
Louie: He probably wised up, took a look at Penwing, and decided it wasn't worth gettin' his ass kicked.
Howler tags in while Sammitch is attempting to recover and sends him back to the mat with a boot to the midsection. Sammitch rolls as he hits the ground and sweeps Howler's feet from under him to the cheers of the crowd. Both men get to their feet, but Sammitch is much quicker and lands a few quick punches. Howler grabs Sammitch's arm and whips him into the ropes, then gets situated to deliver the Big Business. Sammitch sidesteps the move, then locks onto Howler from behind and delivers a series of Sammitch Supplexes as the crowd counts: "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!" The fifth one is interrupted by Highwayman, who sneaks into the ring to break up the hold. Howlerama and Captain Sammitch size one another up at opposite corners of the ring, when suddenly, AC/DC's 'TNT' blasts out through the speakers and a massive man charges hellbent down the ramp.
Monroe: What the- Is that?
Marcum: It's Chewy Walrus!!!
Louie jumps up and tries to head Chewy off, but Chewy shoves him aside almost as an afterthought. Highwayman slides out of the ring to confront the Walrus as Sammitch and Howler exchange blows in the ring.
Monroe: Captain Sammitch's new tag partner appears to be none other than Chewy Walrus! They were roommates back in college, and it appears Sammitch felt like calling in a favor!
Marcum: Too bad for Chewy! He's gonna wish he'd never gotten involved!
Monroe: (sotto voce) Do we still have a sheet on this guy somewhere around here?
Highwayman lands two or three good punches before Chewy Walrus slings him into one of the thinly-padded steel barriers around the ring. Highwayman staggers back from the barrier, dazed, and Chewy Walrus begins pummeling him. The referee is so distracted by the two that he doesn't notice Howler being locked up in the Sammitch Submission.
Monroe: Sammitch Submission! This could be it!
Marcum: The ref can't see it! Howler's tapping out!
Howler pounds the mat anxiously as Sammitch maintains the hold. Louie Bastardo sneaks up behind him and rabbit-punches him, breaking up the hold, before turning and fleeing the ring. Howler gathers himself to his feet as Louie runs back around to the announcer's table and grabs his steel chair.
Marcum: Hey! Where's Louie going with that?
Monroe: Highwayman's busted open! Chewy Walrus has drawn blood without even entering the ring!
Chewy Walrus tags in and grins at Howler. Howler looks over and sees Highwayman bloodied and lying in a heap at the foot of the ramp, barely conscious. Visibly nervous, Howler backs up against the ropes. Louie reaches in and hands Howler his chair, but is pulled from the ring by Captain Sammitch!
Monroe: Captain Sammitch and Louie Bastardo are about to exchange blows!
Marcum: They can't do that! Louie's a respectable businessman!
Louie throws a punch, but Sammitch catches Louie's incoming fist in his hand and refuses to let go. After a long moment, Sammitch grins, shakes his head, and pushes Louie back. Louie scrambles around to the other side of the ring as Sammitch turns to watch the fight.
Howler still has the steel chair, and he and Chewy Walrus are still staring each other down across the ring. Finally, Howler charges forward and swings the chair, bringing it down across Chewy's head!
Marcum: BUHGAWB, Mike! Did you see that chair shot?
Howler steps back to admire his handiwork, but his jaw drops as Chewy stands there, unfazed.
Monroe: What the hell? Chewy Walrus just took a chair shot to the head and didn't even flinch!
Howler swings the chair again, but Chewy catches it on the way down, wrenches it from Howler's hands, and tosses it aside. Louie slips into the ring to get the chair, but is intercepted by a Sammitch Spin kick that drops him to the mat, leaving him to roll out of the ring and crumple to the arena floor. Chewy shoves Howler into the ropes and steps aside long enough for Howler to rebound into a waiting Captain Sammitch. Sammitch uses Howler's momentum to lift him into the air as Chewy positions himself across from him. The two grab the airborne Howler and slam him onto the steel chair with a clamor that reverberates throughout the Cheesedome!
Monroe: BUHGAWB!!!
As Louie crawls over to check on Highwayman, Sammitch rolls Howler up for the pin and the three-count. James White rings the bell.
Monroe: It's over!
The crowd goes ballistic! Sammitch and Chewy exchange a high-five in the middle of the ring, as James White lifts up their arms and announces the winners of the tag match. 'Let's Get it Started' cranks up over the speakers amid the cheers of the crowd, but is suddenly cut off. The cheers fade to murmurs and the winners of the match look at one another, bewildered as sirens blare in the CheeseDome. Countdown to Xtinction begins to play.
Monroe: That's Pig Iron's music!
MarcuM: Grimm said the Hog of War had something planned for Sammitch!
Sammitch and Chewy turn to face the entranceway, ready to fight. But the lights go out. The fans begin to murmur as the lights stay down for several moments. A commotion can be heard in the ring.
Monroe: Fans, we're. . .we're not exactly sure what's going on right now.
MarcuM: Pig Iron's music cued up, and then the lights went out.
Monroe: Something appears to be happening in the ring. . .
*The lights go back up and Pig Iron and Spandex Monkey man are standing over the fallen Sammitch and Chewy. The SDC members are busted open and Spamm is cradling Mr. Sledge Hammer in his arms and rocking back and forth.
Pig Iron picks up a chair wrapped in rags and holds it up.
Monroe: What's that smell. . .no! NO! Don't do it!
Pig Iron produces a lighter and holds it to the chair as the rags go up in flames! Sammitch is pulling himself up to his feet in the corner when Pig Iron brings the flaming chair hard down on his back! The impact drops Sammitch back to the mat, as he rolls around, attempting to reach the burns on his back!
Chewy attempts to reach his friend, but is cut off as Spamm produces Mr. Staple Gun and goes to work on the Walrus' forehead.
Monroe: Somebody stop this! Stop this! There's no call for this kind of behavior! I don't care what justification they think they have! It's inhuman!
Security rushes down to ringside as Countdown to Xtinction starts up again. Pig Iron and Spamm head out of the arena through the crowd as the fans give them a wide berth. Cut to break.
The Madman says: "that's fucked up. that ain't right."
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Sirens erupt from the screen and speakers….merging into the music.
Music then blares loudly…. The ‘Countdown To Armaggedon” intro music blares through the arena.
Pig Iron enters the Cheesedome, head down, in his trademark black hooded robe grabbing a mic from Marcum along the way. He stares at Marcum, Marcum backs up in his chair..security then surrounds Marcum and Monroe, and Pig Iron enters the ring.
Music stops…..
Marcum: “Why does he always grab my mic?”
Monroe: “Maybe he just likes touching your hand?”
Pig Iron: “Some of you may ask why the need for fire and metal? It is a symbol of ancient power…power from the darkness of men’s souls. Fire and metal forged swords—swords used to smite those far weaker, that vanquished enemies. Fire and metal forge steel in the dark furnace of my heart…steel used to create a Hog of War.”
Marcum: “Ummmm, yeah?”
PI: “A Woooaaahyaaahhhh of Paaaainnn created of steeel from the dark furnace of my heaaarrt and sssouullll. That is why I am a Dark Lord…why I was chosen. Dark does not mean evil, darkness does not necessitate villainy. I am a Dark Lord because the darkness of my heaaarrrrt and soouulll cry out to be free…to flow outward and demonstrate that horrrrrrible power and fury upon the weaaakkkk willed. As I earlier bequethed an example of that living force to the insignificant fool that is Captain Curmudgeon.”
Monroe: “Lord help us!”
Marcum: “Don’t you mean Dark Lord?”
Monroe: “Do you even listen to yourself?”
PI: “I see a vision of darkness perpetually surrounding the young Captain and his first mate Chewy. Like an impenetrable cloud I will follow and stalk them like a shadow they cannot escappppeee. If they see me, if they perceeeeivvvve my haunting footsteps I will show them what lies in darkness of my heart. Fury, rage, an elemental force of nature more ancient than the steel that felled them. And that is only me where will the spandexmonkeyman be?”
Monroe: “I’m thinking Chewy is more like the Skipper. Is he making a Gilligan’s Island reference?”
PI: “ Captain, Chewy. If you venture into the heart of darknessss, the shadowy soul of the Dark Lords…prepare to be met with steeeelllll. Steel brought down from the Dark Lords and the Pig of Iron—forged into perfect steeeellll—a Hog of Woaaahhh—a Woaaahhhyaaaahhh of Paaaiiinnnn!”
Marcum: “I said he lost it before, but I was mistaken. I think he just lost it even more.”
Monroe: “I didn’t think that was possible.”
Marcum: “me either, Little Buddy, me either.”
*PI exits music playing and security surrounding him…
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*Bukaki is backstage with Lor, who has a look of sweet innoncence about her standing next to him with her hands behind her back.*
B: This is Bukake, Havoc numbah one anoncer! Standing with me is Lor, Womens Boobie Belt Champion! Lor, last time we saw you, you walked away from your match. Why did you do this?
Lor: Honey, that match was over when the pretty princess tapped out.
B: What about your handling of the Crotch?
Lor: Oh, poor Crotchiepoo, he needed a little reminder of who wears the pants around here.
B: Tonight, you face Cowgirl Jack in non-title match. What do you think going into this match?
Lor: What do I think? Hmm... Well, I think you just have the cutest little head! All round and silky. Why, do you know what would make it even nicer?
*Lor stuffs a mud pie into Bookaki's face and giggles. She slowly struts down the hall away from the camera, humming. Bukahki watches her until she turns a corner, and he turns back to the camera, his face still covered in mud.*
B: This is Bukakee, Havac numbah one anoncer, reporting!
Women's Match
Lor vs. Cowgirl Jack
Cowgirl Jack is already in the ring when the lights go out unexpectedly. "Imperial March" starts to play as Darth and Chesty rise from beneath the stage.
Monroe: What are those two doing out here? Darth's match is at the end of the show!
Marcum: Can't the lovely couple watch a match like everyone else in this arena?
Indeed, that's exactly what Darth and Chesty do, as they take ring-side seats just behind the barrier. "Revolution" blasts over the speakers, and Lor walks down the ramp, blowing kisses to the crowd. She steps up the ring and is immediately attacked by CJ. Lor drops her title and CJ pulls her over the ropes. The voluptuous vixon quickly goes to work on Lor, putting her in a body scissors. Lor fights back with some elbows and forces CJ to break her hold. Darth and Chesty look on from their seats.
Monroe: You don't suppose the Dark Lords are scouting Lor, do you?
Marcum: I don't suppose anything about the Dark Lords.
CJ tries to deliver a suplex but Lor dishes out Punch & Judy. Not satisfied, Lor locks in Harlequinade, forcing CJ to tap. Lothar signals the bell and raises Lor's hand in victory. On her way out of the ring, Lor blows a kiss to Chesty.
Monroe: Well, what do you think Lor meant with that?
Marcum: With Lor, who knows? She was probably sizing her up for a mud pie!
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World Tag Team Titles Hell in a Cell
Allied Powers (C) vs. Dark Lords
The Dark Lords' entrance
*Havoc returns from break as the Cell is now atop the ring. The fans begin to scream and cheer as the CheeseDome goes dark, then red. The Imperial March begins as Chesty Lerou walks out onto the entranceway. The fans cheer for Chesty as she points to the back.
MarcuM: This may be the last time we see Chesty with the Dark Lords!
Monroe: Why do you say that?
MarcuM: After tonight, she's gonna be JLA's!
*Grimm and Darth arise from beneath the entranceway and head out to the ring, Chesty at their side. The trio is greeted with a mixture of applause and boos. As they reach the ring, the Dark Lords look up. They remove their outer robes and hand them to Chesty who in turn hands them to a ring attendant. Grimm and Darth exchange a quick glance before climbing up the cage.
Monroe: They're gonna start the match on top of the cage!
MarcuM: They're insane!
*The Dark Lords reach the top of the cage and stand, awaiting their opponents.
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Camera cuts to MisterJLA who is in his locker room. He is only wearing a long white robe. His loyal butler, Jeeves, is standing off in the corner, with a thoughtful look on his face.
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JLA: OK Jeeves, what do you think?
MisterJLA holds up a pair of long, pant-length tights in each hand.
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Here I have a pair of tights that has "RACK Me!" written in red. And here I have a pair of tights that has "RACK Me!" written in blue, right where my butt would be...which do you think Chesty would like more?
Jeeves: Hmmm...I must say, I do find the pair with the blue print to be more striking, although a case can be made for the red print tights. This is the Autumn season, and...
Just then, Captain Howdy bursts through the door.
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Howdy: What the fuck is this? A fashion show for two poofs? You do know that we have a Hell in the Cell title defense right now?!?
JLA: Relax! I just need to know which pair Chesty would find more appealing.
Howdy: Who gives a fuck! We have a title defense! Hell in a Cell! This match plays right into The Dark Lords' strengths!
JLA: Some hardcore legend! If I didn't know better, I'd say you're scared!
Howdy: I'm not scared...just...concerned that you're not taking this too seriously!
JLA: Ah, don't worry about that! I forgot to show you my package!
Howdy: Bloody Hell! Keep your robe on!
JLA: Huh? My package for Darth!
JLA points to a bench in the locker room. On the bench sits a large package wrapped in black paper. A red bow is on top.
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JLA: That's for Darth! It will be the key to our victory tonight! I paid a fortune for it, but it's worth every pound, I mean dollar!
Now let me get dressed! Jeeves and I have decided on the red pair!
JLA runs to the back, and quickly gets dressed. Just then, a knock is heard on the door. JLA and Howdy grab the Tag Belts, and walk outside the locker room.
Doug Douchelinger and his army of security guards are waiting outside.
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JLA: Jeeves, don't forget to grab my package and join us!
All of the security guards start to laugh, and Captain Howdy rolls his eyes. Jeeves takes the gift, and joins the Allied Powers as they make their way to ringside.
Rob's Damn Killer Instinct Rip Off Theme Music plays, and the World Champion Allied Powers are greeted with boos. They walk to the ring, and both look up in awe at the huge domed cage that the Dark Lords sit atop.
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JLA: OK Jeeves, when I make it to the top, throw me a mic, and the packa...gift.
Jeeves: Righty-O, sir!
Howdy: And Jeeves, you might want to get the fuck out of here after that! This ain't going to be pretty!
Both JLA and Howdy make their way to the top of the Cell. Darth and Grimm start to move toward JLA and Howdy, but JLA begs them off. Jeeves then throws a mic up to JLA, but it sails over his head, and Grimm catches it.
Grimm rolls his eyes, then throws it to JLA. Next, Jeeves launches the gift to JLA, who successfully catches it. Jeeves then looks around, and runs to the back.
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JLA: Darth, I have a gift for you. The gift of...greatness!
I've been watching you for a while, and I must admit that I'm impressed with your ring skills. So much so, that I made an investment for you! An investment that will help you see your true potential. And that gift is...membership into The Allied Powers, whether you like it or not!
JLA places the gift down, and begins to tear away and the wrapping paper. He opens the box, and pulls out ...
Monroe: A black and red phone? What the FUCK?
Marcum: I think that's a...Cell to Hell!
Monroe: Impossible! The only one known to exist has been destroyed!
JLA holds up the phone for all to see, and then dials a number. He looks at Grimm and starts to laugh.
After a few awkward moments, Darth and Grimm look at each other. Darth shrugs his shoulders, and says "I don't know."
JLA looks embarrassed, and dials the number "666" again. He then looks at Darth who isn't flinching. JLA dials it *again*, this time pressing the numbers very hard, while cursing.
Nothing.
JLA pulls the antenna up, and dials "666" one last time. Now Darth and Grimm cross their arms, and look very displeased. JLA throws the phone down, and begins to stomp on it.
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JLA: FUCKING Verzion piece of shit! FUCKING Joe Mama! I knew I shouldn't trust him! Motherfucker sold me a piece of junk!
Captain Howdy throws his arms up in the air in frustration, and runs at Grimm, tackling him and sending him down on top of the cage. JLA starts toward Darth, but then quickly descends down the Cell.
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Monroe: What a coward! He's avoiding Darth, and going after Chesty!
Marcum: I know I'd rather wrestler her, too!
A terrified Chesty runs inside the cage, and into the ring. Darth then climbs down the Cell, and rushes after MisterJLA who is chasing Chesty inside the ring.
Match highlights to follow...
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*JLA follows Chesty into the cage and back her into a corner. However, instead of flinching she smiles wickedly as JLA points to his rearend and "RACK Me!"
JLA: You see this? This is for you!
JLA feels something touch his shoulder. He brushes it off and continues. The hand touches his shoulder again and again he brushes it off. The hand grips his shoulder violently as he turns and comes face to face with Darth!
Darth: You forgot your "package."
Darth smashes the cell over JLA's head and goes to work on the Allied Powers' captain tossing him head first into the cage and opening a huge gash on his forehead.
Atop the cage, Grimm and Howdy continue battling violently as Howdy attempts to irishwhip Grimm. Grimm reverses and Howdy stops just short of going off the cage! He saves himself and turns buck as Grimm catches him and hits a massive spinebuster on the top of the cage!
Monroe: Oh my Gob!
MarcuM: Look! Look over there!
Pig Iron and Spandex Monkey Man have made their way to ringside and have stacked three tables atop one another. Grimm walks Howdy over to the area facing the tables and goes for a Kobe Special! Howdy blocks and tries to reverse into a Howdyslam!
They battle for position and eventually both men go flying off the cage and crashing through the stack of tables at ringside!
Monroe: Oh, the humanity!
Pig Iron attempts to pull Grimm up while Spamm hovers over Howdy with Mr. Staple Gun. Spamm begins stapling Howdy's head!
MarcuM: That's fucked up! That ain't right! Howdy's a hardcore legend!
Inside the ring, JLA ducks under a clothesline attempt and goes for a "Final Justice." But Darth catches his foot and spins JLA around, hitting a vicious clothesline that sends JLA to the mat!
Grimm, Pig Iron, and Spamm continue beating on Howdy outside the ring when "Let's Get It Started" comes over the loudspeakers.
Monroe: BUHGAWB!! They've come to even the score!
Captain Sammitch and Chewy Walrus, both heavily bandaged from the attack earlier come running down the rampway. Sammitch nails Pig Iron with several forearm shots to the head as Chewy spears Spamm into the ring apron!
Monroe: It's a pier six brawl!
Grimm attacks Sammitch, working on his injured back with massive forearm shots and goes to set him up for a Triple 6 Bomb. But Grimm waits too long as Howdy clocks him in the back with a chair! Stunned, Grimm turns as Howdy hits a Twatbuster on the rampway! He follows up with a Howdyslam on the floor and heads back into the ring where Darth is working over JLA!
Arena security separates the SDC and Pig Iron and Spamm and manages to remove them from the ringside area. Howdy, chair in hand, flies off the top rope and collides into Darth's head and the Dark Lord is BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!
JLA reaches into his tights and begins digging around for something.
Monroe: What is he doing? This is television for crying out loud!
MarcuM: Hey, sometimes you gotta make adjustments, you know?
JLA pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his tights.
JLA: I was saving these for later, but I guess Rob will always loan me another pair!
The Allied Powers handcuff Darth's hands behind his back as Howdy follows up with another chair shot! Darth shakes his head as blood runs down his face, mixing with the remnants of his black and red face paint!
Howdy hits another chairshot as Darth gets to one knee. Howdy hits a third as Darth stands to his feet! Howdy readies himself for one more but JLA stops him!
As Darth stands ready to take another chairshot, JLA runs up and hits him with "Final Justice!" The Dark Lord drops down as Howdy follows up with a Twatbuster! They set Darth up for the Allied Bombing and Howdy makes the pin!
Lothar counts to three just as Grimm slides into the ring! Grimm is visibly pissed and lays into the Powers with Howdy's chair! He tosses Howdy headfirst into the cage and goes after JLA!
He puts the IC Champ in the Grimmlock, holding him there as JLA struggles in pain! JLA taps the mat, but Grimm refuses to release him!
One more segment to come. . .
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Howdy stumbles to his feet, and gives a swift kick to the back of the head of Grimm, breaking the hold. Quote:
Marum: The Grimmlock 1.0 has some bugs in it, thanks to that kick!
Monroe:
Howdy pulls JLA up off the mat, and tries to drag him out of the Cell.
JLA shakes his head "no", and moves toward Chesty.
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JLA: I taint leaving until I get what I earned tonight!
Chesty backs into a corner in the Cell, and takes a defensive stance. As JLA movies in, Darth "sits up" Undertaker style, and breaks out of the cuffs!
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Marcum: That's impossible! No one can break out of handcuffs!
Monore: Maybe they were a cheap rip-off pair? Not real handcuffs?
Marcum: No, they must have been real! Rob uses the real thing...or so I've heard!
JLA and Howdy see that Darth has freed himself, and that Grimm has now recovered as well.
The Powers reluctantly leave the Cell, and James White hands them the belts.
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JLA: I'll see you at your place, Chesty! A deal's a deal, and I gots me a date! When would you like me to pick you up?
Chesty: How about *never*, you creep?
JLA: Seven? It's a deal!
The Powers walk back to the locker room, and the Dark Lords try their best to console a very unhappy Chesty...
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