RKMBs Forums .::Important::. RDCW Tuesday Night Havoc: 2/24/04

In the Order of Elimination voting for the 6-man match, the one with the most votes is eliminated first. The second most goes second, etc., etc.

Don't forget for the Gorilla Press Slam Match, in order to win, each man has to lift the other over his head three times in a row.

Grudge Match: 6-man Tag Table Elimination Match single choice

Triple Set (Grimm, King Snarf, Doc.Mid-Nite) (53%, 42 Votes)

NwO (Nowhereman, Dave, Danny) (47%, 37 Votes)

Total Votes: 79 Voting on this poll ends: 2025-03-13 8:39 AM

Heavyweight Cheese Title single choice

Drzsmith (Title Holder) (53%, 36 Votes)

TK-069 (47%, 32 Votes)

Total Votes: 68 Voting on this poll ends: 2025-03-13 8:39 AM

RDCW Babes Beauty Contest multiple choice, up to 3 choices

Rob Kamphausen (Entered himself through a legal loophole) (15%, 30 Votes)

Bianca (3%, 6 Votes)

Wenchofthelodge (10%, 19 Votes)

Kimi (2%, 4 Votes)

Cowgirl Jack (34%, 66 Votes)

Butterrican (16%, 31 Votes)

Stareena (20%, 39 Votes)

Total Votes: 195 Voting on this poll ends: 2025-03-13 8:39 AM

Gorilla Press Slam Match single choice

LLance (51%, 33 Votes)

Joe Mama (49%, 32 Votes)

Total Votes: 65 Voting on this poll ends: 2025-03-13 8:39 AM

Lightweight Faggot Title single choice

PJP (Title Holder) (84%, 46 Votes)

PenWing (16%, 9 Votes)

Total Votes: 55 Voting on this poll ends: 2025-03-13 8:39 AM

Order of Elimination multiple choice, up to 5 choices

Nowhereman (17%, 44 Votes)

Grimm (14%, 35 Votes)

Dave (20%, 52 Votes)

King Snarf (16%, 42 Votes)

Danny (17%, 43 Votes)

Doc.Mid-Nite (15%, 39 Votes)

Total Votes: 255 Voting on this poll ends: 2025-03-13 8:39 AM

*A limo pulls up outside of the Cheesedome. Velo, who has been selling concessions, runs and opens the door. Out step The Doctor, Lothar, and the Triple Set. Lothar snags a bag of peanuts from Velo.*

The Doctor: This is how real winners live, gentlemen. Now, let's get ready to make some history.

*Grimm hands Velo a twenty and taps him on the face.*

Grimm: Why don't you go to Wal-Mart and buy yourself a new wardrobe?

*King Snarf knocks over Velo's cart and laughs. Close up on Velo's face getting red with anger.*

i take offense to "entering myself"

Thedoctor's plan is in place and The Triple Set is ready to crackdown on Nowherestooge and his cronies.

Now where's that sledgehammer? "Doc Mid-Nite throws down the steel chair that he just wrapped over Velo's head for lookin' at him funny"

Respect The Set! III

Kristogar Velo,the X-Pac of the RDCW!

VELO SUCKS!
VELO SUCKS!
VELO SUCKS!

<TK is sitting in the RDCW locker room, chatting it up with fellow unappreciated low-card talents Cap Sammitch, Brian Ortiz and REAMERE.>

...I swear it winked at me! Don't get me started with Stareena! Lemme tell you playa, it was like warm apple pie...

*SLAM!*

What da fuck!

<The n.W.o stroll through, silencing the room with their grandiose, semi-intimidating posturing. Nowhereman and TK gaze at each other for a few seconds, neither showing any sign of backing down. Nowhereman smirks, "Good luck with Drzsmith." They leave as quick as they entered.>

I'd give anything to "enter" myself!

Heh,NwO have 6.66% of the vote.........now thems good numbers!

Not as good as 69...

Velo's entrance music plays, and he walks out.

Summon evil to the masses
Open season on the weak
Call it out before it passes
Shut it down before it speaks

Rise
To the bottom
Time
To be true
Fall
When it’s floating
Punish
Now it’s due
Found it’s way to the surface
After only
Came completely undone
Fell below the resurgence
Only to be
Crowned the master of none

"You know...I've been around for awhile, and I've made a name for myself across several message boards. I've taken on the best of the best and held my ground as good as anyone, I've had some of the most memorable brawls in recent message board history. I delivered the Bitch Slap Heard Across Hostboard when I fought Jim's Eats, I was part of the Message Board League, hell, I've instilled so much fear in people, I've been banned from boards I've never even heard of! But lately I've gotten lazy. I realize that it's been forever since I've had feud that gave people an honest to Gob thrill. Recently, I got a letter from a fan asking me when I would compete in fights that actually mattered again. That really got to me. Here I am, a legend from the DCMBs, the President of GEEK...and what the fuck am I doing? Fighting Captain of Outer Space and PJP for, what, a meaningless title that nobody's even sure is something they're supposed to want to win or not? I'm stuck on the undercard of the fucking Pay-Per-View, and losing matches because of the NwO running in with pictures of Pete Townshend, wrestling for a title that even The Mouthpiece over there would admit is completely beneath me? As Billy Crystal would say in his best broken down whiny voice, 'It's not funny, it's not fun.'

"Anyways, to get to the point, I've decided I'm tired of this curtain-jerking shit. I've decided that either I'm going to compete in matches and feuds that mean something, or I'm not going to compete at all. I mean, it's what you fans want, right? (pause for cheap pop...which turns out to be a scatter of indifferent boos) I think I've earned that much! I've had some of the best fights in history! PJP! Nobody would even know who that little rascal is if it wasn't for me! He owes EVERYTHING he's got to me, including membership in the NwO! What other classic feuds have I had? That poof who eliminated me at the Rumble, Nowhereman. (pause for a sizable crowd pop) The town bicycle and great time had by all, Bobo Kaufampshen. (mixed, sexually confused reaction) GayLA has had problems with me. (silence) I've fought bsams! (huge crowd pop) That Jordan zombie Franta. (rolling, thunderous pop) And, of course, Drzsmith. (biggest cheer from the fans yet)

"That's right, Drzsmith. See, that's the type of opponent I should be facing. Let Oakley have the Captain of Outer Space. They were made for each other. Me, I'm challenging Drzsmith for a match, next Tuesday Night Havoc, right here in the Cheesedome! (crowd mildly applauds) Now...I hear some of you out there already, 'what have you done for me lately? What makes you deserve this shot so damn much?' Well, going on the assumption that Z defeats boy wonder 69 tonight, I realize I'll have to put up something of value if I'm going to be facing Z for the Title. That's why I'm offering to put my career on the line! I lose to Z...that would be it. Not an Uschi leaving the boards for good sort of thing, either. I'll go, and I won't be back. I'm willing to put that on the line for one last shot at greatness.

"So what do you say, Z? I've thought this through. I know that theproctor and Nowherepoof will approve of this match. They're backstage right now, either gleefully paddling their new male interns, or drawing straws to see who gets to pop Monroe's cherry tonight, and they're loving the idea of me losing a match and never coming back. So the choice is yours, champ. And I think we all know that you don't fear anybody in the RDCW." Velo throws down the mic and the music hits again.

Simple minded, open-ended
Honest envy, broke and mended

Rise
To the bottom
Time
To be true
Fall
When it’s floating
Punish
Now it’s due
Found it’s way to the surface
After only
Came completely undone
Fell below the resurgence
Only to be
Crowned the master of none

*Familiar music plays over the sound system in the CheeseDome as the Cheese-O-Tron shows a familiar face. . .


Latiiiiino Heat!

Well, how do you like this surprise? The WWE Heavyweight Champion appearing on Havoc! Now I do have a contract, but thanks to a legal loophole found by my new agent, the co-GM of RDCW!, the Doctor!, I will be making a few appearances on Havoc. So, watch out, ese! Cheat 2 Win!

What ya gonna do when.............errr,what was I saying?
Must go change my colostomy bag!

Now what I find really fucking strange is that the bulk of the fucking people have fucking voted for the fucking NwO to win their fucking match but all the fucking members are being voted to be eliminated first,how the fucking fuckity fuck does that fucking work?











Fuck!

Snarf.

Snarf.

King Snarf, dressed in a loud Hawaiian shirt and pair of torn blue jeans, saunters to the ring with mic in hand as Green Day's "Espionage" plays over the loudspeaker

Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, it is Tuesday Night here in the Cheesedome and that means it is time to CRY HAVOC!! *pause for cheap pop* Now, before I discuss tonight's historic main event, allow me to address the events of this past Sunday's No Way Out of the Closet. Now, many of my loyal Snarfamaniacs, and God bless each and every one of you by the way, have come up to me asking things: "Snarf, is it true you lost to Chewy? Are you no longer an undefeated singles competitor? What will become of?!?" Not to worry. Yours truly has filed a motion with thedoctor and the RDCW Board of Directors to have the results of that match stricken from the records on the grounds of biased and unfair officiating on the part of Nowhereman. In fact, I just recieved this message... *pulls out large manilla envelope and removes letter* from the RDCW home offices. Allow me to read it to you all... *Ahem!*

"Dear King Snarf,

We, the Board of Directors, have reviewed the motion you have filed, and though we have yet to reach a firm decision regarding the matter, we have concluded that your grievance with Nowhereman is not without merit. Rest assured that we are treating this matter with the utmost import. In fact, our decision will be made and the results will be sent to thedoctor before the end of tonight's Havoc broadcast. We thank you for your patience & understanding in this matter, as well as for your dedicated service to RDCW.

Sincerest Regards
The Board

P.S. Joe Mama is without a doubt the biggest pussy we have ever seen."

There you have it, ladies and gents! God willing, before this night is over, my reputation as an undefeated singles competitor will be restored! *pauses as audience jeers and Mike "The Mouth" Monroe comments*

Monroe: Of all the conniving, sneaky, underhanded stunts, this one takes the cake!

Now, on to the matter at hand. Tonight, the Triple Set faces off against the NwO in a 6-man tables elimination match. If the NwO loses (and they will), then Nowhereman must cede full control over RDCW to that esteemed personage, your friend and mine, thedoctor. However, on the off-chance my cohorts and I should taste wood, we will be barred from receiving any title shots at Robblemania. Many people have told me that accepting these conditions was risky and foolish. While I've never been adverse to a little risk, trust me when I say there are few outside my immediate family who would ever mistake me for a fool. The Triple Set would never enter a match without a plan, and believe you me, we got a great one. I'm not going to spoil anything, but just believe me when I say that no matter how the cards may fall, the Triple Set will be walking away with the winner's pot tonight! King Snarf has spoken!

*The lights stay on, and no music plays. Then, some guy no one has ever seen before (except maybe jobbing in some dark matches) struts down to the ring. Even though no one in the Triple Set has ever seen this loser before, he's wearing a Triple Set T-shirt.

He climbs into the ring awkwardly, tripping and nearly tangling himself. He lands flat on his face and gets back up and demands a mic from the ring announcer. Then he tries saying "please". Then he decides to bribe him, and it works.*

Hello everyone. I have an announcement to make. After much soul searching and carefully going over all of my options, I have decided to become the fourth member of the triple set. I know all of you are shocked, but I have to do what's right for me.

*The crowd is silent. Some people giggle nervously.*

Monroe: Who the hell is this guy? Fourth member of the triple set? That doesn't even make any sense!

Oh, and I'm gonna get the NWO and stuff!

*By now, the ring announcer has climbed into the ring and is trying to get his mic back.

Hey! You jerk! I'm not done yet! Stop it!

*The ring announcer gets his mic back and the unknown dweeb tumbles backwards, falling out of the ring. He shakes his fist at the ring announcer before walking back up the ramp. The packed crowd has no idea what the heck just happened.*

As Notwedge pulls himself up off the mat, Rob Zombie's "Superbeast" blares through the arena loudspeakers.

Grimm enters the ring, followed by Doc Mid-Nite and Lothar. Grimm takes the mic as the Triple Set members highfive each other.

"Excuse me for being late. . ." he begins. He stops and looks at a little kid in the front row. "Shut up, I'm talking." He says, glaring at the kid. "That's better."

"As I was saying, excuse me for being late, but I just left the Hilton sisters back in my hotel room, where they were saying: Please, Grimmy, please, let us ride the Devastator one more time!" The Triple Set laugh their asses off while the crowd boos. "You see, while the NwO is scraping together spare change for blow jobs from toothless crackwhores, we're wining and dining the hottest women on the planet."

Mike Monroe: "Yeah, right."

"Now did I hear Kristogar Velo out here asking for a title shot? That little kid that sells t-shirts to pay for his lessons? Are you kidding me? Well, Kristogar, the Doctor will be out here later with some information about your upcoming going away party, so stay tuned."

"Now on to business. It seems some people are laboring under a misconception about the Triple Set. They seem to think we're just three guys. Wrong! The Triple Set is but one arm of the greatest faction operating in sports entertainment today: The Power Trip! The Doctor: the greatest booker/promoter of all time. Heyman, Bischoff, Mcmahon, take a hike you're done! Lothar: The most objective and fair official to ever operate in RDCW! And of course, the Triple Set. Everyone knows us. And if they don't, they will after tonight."

"But first, I want to talk about. . ." *looks over at Snarf.*

". . .Joe Mama."

"Joe Mama is an untested rookie. Joe Mama walked up in here asking for title shots without paying his dues. Joe Mama jumped ahead in line. Joe Mama wants to put himself on a pedestal and compare himself to King Snarf? King Snarf was serving out beatdowns in the Smackdown Cafe while Joe Mama was still breastfeeding!"

"So, Joe Mama wants a match with Snarf? Well, I have a proposal for you. Get up off your knees, it's not the kind of proposal you're used to hearing in the showers from Nowhereman and his pals. You want to face Snarf? Then you do it an Asylum Rules match. This is a match of my own devising where you, Joe Mama, will face The Triple Set in a handicap match. Not just any handicap match. You see, we will have weapons in this match. Kendo sticks, chairs, you name it. We'll be allowed to use them. You, on the other hand, just to even things out, will NOT be allowed to use your finishing moves. That means no Flying Tea Bag Slam and no Joe Mama Lock. That means we get to pummel you with blunt objects three on one, and you get no finishing moves. So think about it, Joe. We'll be waiting for your answer."

"And as for Nowhereman and the Aussie Scumbags, tonight begins the reign of the Power Trip! First, we're going to take out the Aussies, one by one. Then, when it's just three against one, we're going to deliver the Dirty Sanchez Drop to Nowhereman and lay him out! That means we get the tag title shot at Robblemania and Nowhereman will no longer be the false GM of RDCW! Tonight is the beginning of the end!"

( Ok, guys, let's make sure we're staying on top of things here. Nowhereman's GM status is not on the line here. The shots at the tag belts are. Let's try and read and keep up so that we don't have anymore people throwing in stipulations to matches that have not been confirmed or that were already stated. The word Elimination seems to be a hard one to grasp around here.)

Generals gathered in their masses,
just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
sorcerers of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning,
as the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind,
poisoning their brainwashed minds.
Oh lord, yeah!

*Pyro hits. The Doctor steps out onto the entrance ramp with mic in hand and walks down to the ring. *

I have just a few words to say, then we can get back to the wrestling. First off, I want to commend Lothar for his diligence in becoming an official RDCW referee. He's been studying the rule book day and night since No Way Out of the Closet. *Lothar holds up a book with Da Rulez printed on the front.* He's determined to be an unbiased, objective, and fair officator in the RDCW ring. And, Lothar, I just received the results of the Referee exam that I gave you this morning........ AND YOU PASSED!

*Lothar fakes surprise while the Triple Set pat him on the back.*

Now, Snarf, I've received the boards decision on your petition. Unfortunately, they do not see enough evidence to overturn the ruling. But they have given me permission to book for next Havoc a grudge match between you and Nowhereman. After a lot of consideration, I have decided that this grievance would best be worked out through a TLC match.

And now onto Velo. It's sad to hear that you feel you've moved past your prime in the RDCW. It's just not true. Velo, you're not a has-been. You're a never-was. All these fueds you claimed to of had were nothing but squash matches with you being carried out on a stretcher after each one. You were fed to talent that were hungier than you. That were more determined than you. That were better than you. But if you are so eager to end your so called career, I am more than willing to oblige you. And why not go out with a bang? Next Havoc, the main event will be Velo vs. Drzsmith in a No DQ/Last Man Standing Match. So, for once, Velo, come down to the ring and fight like a man.

*War Pigs sounds as the Power Trip exit the ring and walk to the back.*

Backstage kristogar velo is sitting in the locker room getting ready to come out and annoy the rest of wrestlers and the fans. He is bent down lacing up his boots when all of sudden a huge 6'9 350lb black man comes in the locker room and kicks him in the back of the head and lays him out. This huge black guy stands over him, spits on him and then he begins to talk.


Black Stranger: I am Azrael bitch!!!! and you just got a crapping wizard!!!!

Azrael: I am Azrael bitch!!!! king kong a'int got S%&T on me!!!! (slightly singing) Coldblooded!!!!

Hmm...I guess it wasn't clear enough that I was no-selling every previous reference to me, and that I actually created my own character(which I was under the impression that people were allowed to do, free of silly grudges from other posters) that had nothing to do with being the bitch of everyone who has a problem with me.

Whatever. Just so long as Drzsmith defeats me and I'm never mentioned again in this stupid thing.

He just no-sold your no-sell.

So this is like a Kevin Nash/Undertaker feud?

More like Nash/Hogan, IMO.

Sid Vicious could also work in either place, too.

*Big Pyro Explosion*
*Jay-Z's "Dirt Off Yo' Shoulder" starts*

YOU ARE NOW TUNED INTO THE GREATEST!
Turn them headphones up...

If you think you a pimp nigga,
go an brush yo' shoulder off
Ladies is pimps too,
go an brush yo' shoulder off
Nigga's is crazy baby, don't forget you're boy told ya
you gotta get that dirt off yo' shoulder

*Grab's da mic* - Okay bitches, who do I have to crush to get a title shot around here?! I'm here in the RDCW for two things, Gold and Glory. And believe me ladies, I want all the gold and all the glory. So don't mess up "champs" cause I'll catch ya slippin'. Protect yo' neck.

*Flashin' "The Three" Doc raises his steel chair over head*

*Music plays*

YOU ARE NOW TUNED INTO THE GREATEST!
Turn them headphones up...

If you think you a pimp nigga,
go an brush yo' shoulder off
Ladies is pimps too,
go an brush yo' shoulder off
Nigga's is crazy baby, don't forget you're boy told ya
you gotta get that dirt off yo' shoulder

III

In the Triple Sett locker room, we see Grimm & Doc. Mid-nite preparing for the big match as King Snarf paces the room.

Doc Mid-nite: Whoa, Snarf. Sit down or something. What's wrong?

King Snarf: What's wrong? What's wrong?!? Let me tell you. First, the Board decides not undo that travesty of justice that Nowhereman comitted, meaning I am no longer undefeated! Second, I learn that through some clerical error, Nowhereman's control of RDCW is not, in fact, on the line tonight, but our chances of any of us getting title shots at Robblemania are! Third, there's this situation with Joe Mama... An Asylum Rules Match, Grimm? The three of us, with weapons, vs. Joe Mama? What were you thinking?

Grimm: What? I thought you'd like that?

KS: *sigh* How should I try to explain my thoughts on this... I know. Let me tell you both the parable of "The Sun & The Wind..."

Doc (rolls eyes): Here we go...

Grimm (shakes head): Oh, Lordy....

KS: One day, Sun & Wind were hanging out in the sky, when they spy a man in a coat walking on the road below them. The Wind turn to the Sun and says, "I bet I could get his coat off of him faster than you can", to which the Sun replied, "You're on." So Wind started blowing and blowing, but the man just wrapped his coat tighter and tighter around himself. Finally Wind just gave up and turned to Sun and said, "Alright; let's see you try." Well the Sun just started getting warm and beamed bright warm sunshine on the man who smiled and took his coat off enjoyed the suddenly beautiful weather. Now, what have you learned from this story?

Doc: ... That it blows?

KS: Let me put it this way: Next week, we have our match with Joe Mama, and we beat him senseless, maybe put him in the hospital. Then what happens? People won't see him as the self-important little hothead that he is; they'll feel sympathy for him. They'll say, "Hey now, maybe he does deserve a straight one-on-one match with Snarf." And before you know it, Monroe will be calling for, Nowhereman will be calling for it, and the Board of Directors will be calling for it to happen. And Joe Mama will get a match against me, even though he doesn't deserve it: . And regardless of the outcome of that match, he will have won, because he got to make a name for himself at MY expense. Do you see where I'm coming from?

Grimm (stands up): The only thing I see is that maybe Doc and I made a mistaking of asking you to join our little club. Maybe we made a mistake signing on for this tables match with YOU as a partner. Where's the Snarf that used to bust heads at the Smackdown Cafe'? Where's the Snarf who would wrestle hardcore matches, cage matches, casket matches? Where is he? You tell me, because I sure as hell don't see him here!

KS (moves closer to Grimm): Hey! You listen to me. Grimm, I respect the hell out of you, but if you ever, EVER, question my loyalty, or my tenacity in that ring again, I will beat the living hell out of you.

Grimm (stares at King Snarf, then breaks into a big smile): Now THAT'S the Snarf I want to see! That's the Snarf I want buy my side as we put the NwO through some tables tonight! And look at the bright side; maybe we'll beat down Joe Mama so badly next week that he'll never wrestle again. (King Snarf smiles slightly, nodding his head in agreement.) Now, come on; we've got a match to get ready for.

*Notwedge appears on the screen.*

Monroe: What the hell? I don't understand how that lunatic got into the building! Let alone on the screen!

"Hit your music, eh? I'd be happy to. WITH THIS BASEBALL BAT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

*The shot widens and Notwedge is, indeed, holding a baseball bat and a copy of the CD that Joe Mama's entrance theme is on a table in front of him. He misses with the first couple tries, then he doesn't seem to be doing much damage. Eventually, he does smash the CD after much sweating and swearing."

"That's whatyou get! Now you have no choice but to go to the store and BUY A NEW CD!"

Monroe: Will someone get that damn idiot off the screen?

"That's just a sample of what I can do! I can break all kinds of things; dishes, TV screens, glasses, coffee mugs, cheaply made toys, lamps, lightbulbs, I'm pretty sure that counts as something different, uhm, what else? Oh yeah, windows, bottles..."

*The screen goes black.*

Monroe: It's about damn time!

*Pappa's Got a Brand New Bag beings to play over the speakers. The voice is different from what the fans are used to and not as pleasent sounding, either.*

Mike "The Mouth" Monroe: And coming to the ring is the RDCW's new ring announcer, James White.

*The man attempts to dance in the ring.*

Thank you, thank you. I am the new ring announcer for Rob's Damn Championship Wrestling, and I would like to welcome all of you to the Cheesedome tonight. I'll be giving a concert later after the matches, but for now let's get on with the first match of the evening. The Lightweight Faggot Championship bout.

Hello, fans, this is Mike "The Mouth" Monroe here to give you the run down on tonight's high octane action.

Havoc started out with yet another title defense by the soon to be legendary PJP. So far he has squashed every opponent sent his way, and Penwing was no different. Is there a competitor in the Lightweight division who can take down PJP?

Next was the Gorilla Press Slam match between Joe Mama and veteran LLance. Surprisingly, Joe Mama was able to hold his own in the ring. Even more shocking was his display of raw strength as he was able to complete TWO gorilla presses on LLance. Unfortunately, a third was not in the cards for Joe. LLance finally began to fight back and deliver three brutal slams, the last to the outside of the ring, to win the match and send this young upstart to the hospital.

The third event was the one everyone's been waiting for, the Beauty Contest. All the RDCW beauties were there, but so was the CEO, Rob Kamphausen .

Rob Kamphausen: I have had my lawyers examine the rules to this contest thoroughly, and they have informed me that there is not one single clause stating that a RDCW beauty cannot have a penis.

With that, Kamphausen entered himself into the competition. No one had seriously considered him being able to walk away crowned as RDCW's princess until the swimsuit segment where the Issue9mm judges gave him straight ten's. But in the end, it was Cowgirl Jack to become crowned over Women's Champ Stareena and rival for the belt Butterrican.

Then, we were onto the Heavyweight Title match between reigning champion Drzsmith and young hopeful TK-069. This was one of the most brutal matches I have ever seen. Both men clobbered each other senseless for the right to wear the gold. TK was setting up his finishing move, the Cleveland Steamer, when Drzsmith pulled the official, Jack the lil Death, in the way. This caused enough of a distraction for the champ to use his trusted slapjack to insure his victory and retain his title.

And, finally, the much anticipated 6-man Table Elimination match with Tornado Tag rules between the Triple Set and the NwO. If they were to win, the Set would get a shot at the tag belts around the Aussies Scumbags' wastes at Robblemania. If they lost, tag team gold would not be in their future anytime soon. To add to the tension, The Doctor, rival GM to Nowhereman, had banned himself from ringside during the match and added a DQ clause to the match. On top of that, he entered his own former tag team partner, Lothar, as the Special Referee of the match.

As soon as the bell rang, all hell broke loose in the ring. This was one of the most brutal matches I've ever witnessed in my 20 years in this business........... also........... I was including that last match as well, of course. For five straight minutes, each man was doing his best to beat the tar out of his opponent. There was too much going on for any real team strategy to be put into play. Dave found himself being powerbombed by Doc. Mid-Nite through a table on the outside of the ring, eliminating him. Grimm successfully Irish whipped Nowhereman onto a table set up on a turnbuckle and followed up with a splash that sent the GM through to be eliminated. But hold on! Special Referee, Lothar, was too busy being locked up in the middle of a two-way beat down Aussie Danny was receiving from King Snarf and Doc. Mid-Nite to make the call. Grimm joined in on the beat down, unaware that Nowhereman was still a legal particpant in the match. With a moonsault from King Snarf, Danny was eliminated from the match.

The Triple Set began to celebrate their victory just too soon. Nowhereman knocked Grimm to the mat with a missle dropkick from behind. King Snarf was then tossed over the top rope and through a table set up at the edge of the ring. Mid-Nite and Nowhereman are the only two men left standing. They went at it like wild badgers, trading blows. Victory once again seemed to be in the hands of the Triple Set as Doc. prepared to super-plex Nowhereman from the top turnbuckle into an awaiting table. Once again, Nowhereman regaieds his composure and used an augmented version of the Rock Bottom through the table.

Grimm came to his senses. The two men, their current hatred of each other well known throughout the RDCW, prepared to commence one on one battle. Lothar became distracted by an excited female fan on the front row wearing a really tight Triple Set t-shirt. At the peak of the in ring drama, you'd never believe what happened next.

*Footage of the match without commentary is played. The Doctor slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand between Grimm and Nowhereman. Strong words are exchanged between the two GMs. The Doctor raises his chair over his head right as Lothar is turning back to the match. The Doctor spins and brings the chair down to gingerly tap Grimm on the top of the head. After a few seconds pass, Grimm's eyes shut and his body falls limp to the mat. Lothar becomes outraged and calls for the bell.*

James White: In concurrence with the no interference rule, the winners by disqualification........ THE TRIPLE SET!

*As Nowhereman gets ready to throw a punch, Azrael slides into the ring behind Nowhereman and gives him a Crapping Wizard. They all begin to put boots to Nowhereman. The Doctor grabs a mic.*

The Doctor: You see, Nowhereman? This is MY show. I make the rules here. I am in control. And don't you ever forget that.

*The Doctor rolls out of the ring as it fills with NwO and Power Trip members. Men pummel each other with lefts, rights, and kicks as the cameras fade to black.*