Monday Nae Trous (Before the
credits, video footage of ThatGuy is shown. He's in a locker room, filing
It's Number 69! Will This Turn the
Look! It's ThatGuy! And he's filing his teeth!
(Nobody listens to me...)
What implications could this possibly have for this
special Monday Nae Trous? Stay with us, and you'll find out!
(Opening credits. Interior of the Chinook Dome. The
Slobberknocker Arena is being fumigated. You leave for a few months and
the place gets infested with mice, termites and hippies...I'm sure you all
know the feeling.)
It's Monday Nae Trous! Do you know what that
Yes! It means I finally get to
supplement my pension again! Goodbye Alpo, hello Science Diet!
And I get to quit my job at ESPN Business News,
as a tape editor, yo.
ESPN Business News?
Well yeh, you think sports is just about games? Man,
dis is da year 2000!
I miss the 80s.
I miss the 30s. At least money made sense back
Well since it's Monday Nae Trous Number 69, it wouldn't
be complete without certain personalities...keeping that in mind, Sweet
Candy Andy is set to take on Tanis Lupin.
contest is set for one fall. Or not. Introducing first, accompanied by his
Candygirls and Rimshot, representing Faces Incorporated, he is one half of
the Shady Entrepreneurs...his Royal Sweetness, the Candyman, SWEET CANDY
Man, my chocolate's SOOOOOOO sweet!
plays as Sweet Candy Andy struts to the ring. His Candygirls are all
wearing Vancouver Grizzlies jerseys cut off at the midriff. Hey, it's all
they could afford.)
His opponent, from Elftown, Planet of the Elven
Folk...*squints at card, then throws it away* ... weighing in at 245 lbs.,
TANIS LUPIN, the Elven Werewolf!
("Greensleeves" plays over the PA,
then switches to "Lunchbox" by Marilyn Manson. A silver haired man walks
out in expensive jeans and a classy shirt.)
It looks like
Rimshot is asking for a mic.
Rimshot: Alright, ya mug, clamp yer
lips and perk up yer ears, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. We've got
a deal for you, and you'd be best to take it 'cause the likes of you
aren't gettin' any better. Candyman?
Sweet Candy Andy: Y'all look like
a man who can appreciate the good things in life. Now, you don't HAVE to
wrestle me if you don't wanna, 'cause I'll beat yo' a<-BLEEP-> and slap
you down, and then take yo' money. You don't need that. So I'm'a gonna
give you Gordita here.
Tanis: I don't follow.
Lupin: YEAH, WHAT'S
THE CATCH? Grrr...
Sweet Candy Andy: The catch? Oh, you gotta get
outta this fed f'good. Thass all. And you gotcho self a fine Mexican
honey! Mm-mm, makes me wanna run fo' the border. Good enough to eat. Just
don't drink the water or Montezuma's Revenge'll...
we've hit a new level of irreverence. Keeping that in mind, this program
is rated TV-14. So if you're under 14, or you act like it, stop watching.
It's for your own good.
Tanis: After all that, I'm surprised
she's still got all her teeth! Nevertheless, I accept.
SOUNDS GOOD. C'MERE, BABY!
(Tanis Lupin picks up Gordita and
drapes her over his shoulder, caveman-style. Sweet Candy Andy looks
pleased, as Gratuitous Tina, Miss Chlamydia, Sunshine the Stewardess and
Crystal Beth look on.)
That's madness! Just
like that, Tanis Lupin is gone! Sweet Candy Andy is going too far
Yo V, ya think if I promised to
retire, Sweet Candy Andy'll give me Gratuitous Tina?
not, he likes you too much.
Yeah, I'll just
have to settle fo' this. (holds up a copy of the latest issue of Hardcore
magazine, then switching its location to meet the camera.)
we stooped so low as to plug Hardcore magazine?
It is episode 69. They booked the advertising for this
one since episode #30.
Alright, I won't argue the source of our
income. We have to pay the people somehow. Alright! After that insanity,
let's welcome our next match with open arms. Woodstock battles the Rump
Yee-hah! Ride 'em, cowboy!
Captain Twilight...I never figured you for a Rump Ranger fan.
Rump Ranger? I thought you said Rump WRANGLER. My
(Two blonde men pop up from behind the booth)
Jan Plee: You wanten
us to replacing your commentary, ja?
Bretislav Plee: I can do that!
Give me headphone. (grabs headphone and speaks into earpieces) Breaker,
breaker, give me tower. Headlock takedown!
Good enough. (leaves)
This is a singles match (because they can't get dates) scheduled for one
fall. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at some value greater we can't
determine because he's made of snow, it's WOODSTOCK!
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(Woodstock enters to the Peanuts theme, having
recently bought it from Petey the Peanut Guy (man I miss him too)).
His opponent, the man he'll be going up against face to face (although if
he gets his way it may be face to back very soon), the RUMP RANGER!
(The William Tell Overture blasts out of the PA...a man who could pass for
"Soft Core" Zack's twin brother struts down the ring. He's using a hobby
horse, and stops mid-way down the aisle to make suggestive
bucking-and-slapping gestures while on it.)
Jan: Is all
American cowboys dress this way?
Bretislav: Why callen them
"ten-gallon hats"? What substance contains ten gallons in the hat?
Jan: You did not switching to metric system, you could having call it the
forty-liter hat. Why are that not so?
Don't you gentlemen have a match to get ready for tonight?
Alright, the Rump Ranger puts a quick chop to
Woodstock. A few tufts of snow come flying right off him! Rump Ranger goes
for a kick, Woodstock grabs the leg, and WOW! What an enzuigiri kick that
Jan: Snowman looks like he have troubles fighting in ring,
Bretislav: Maybe when pinkman cowboy is finishing, everyone can
having snowconicals! Ha ha ha!
least they're more coherent than Jamal.
No, not really.
Woodstock trying to mount a
comeback. Rump Ranger trying to mount Woodstock!
I don't think Woodstock was designed with
any...inlets...I mean, the guy's got no legs for crying out
Jan: Looking like folk dance we saw back in Prague bar
- what was it calling, brother?
Bretislav: I don't know of translation
here much. "Holy Glory Men's Club"? Close to that.
a jawbreaker to the Rump Ranger. RR is stunned, but he gets right back
I would imagine he's used to that by
Woodstock going to the top rope! High crossbody headed
your way...Rump Ranger evades the maneuver.
Woodstock lands badly...oh, that's one bad mess. Rump Ranger covers what
are apparently his shoulders...1....2....3! Rump Ranger wins!
Here is your winner....THE RUMP RANGER!
Jan: Hooray! Let us go to replay. Chet, roll it!
can't be serious!
Bretislav: Here snowman hops to top hempline. He
making hesitations, and this really is his downcoming. Leap across,
pinkman cowboy jumps out of way, snowman drops to burlap and makes winter.
Three counts. Your winner, pinkman cowboy.
That's canvas, not burlap.
changing whole strategy for fight against Lukas Warm, brother.
Bretislav: It seeming we are no longer at housecourt advantage.
don't know how much longer I can take this, Captain Twilight.
I agree. I think these Czechs need some
Thankfully we can start the next match. And boy it's
a doozy...on one hand you've got the Tiger, arguably one of the greatest
athletes in our "sport", and douja, who doesn't even know he's alive half
the time, and doesn't care the rest of the time.
On the other side you've got Neige 13, arguably the
most hated competitor here today if not ever, and Mittens, a man so evil
he can touch the tainted power of saidiTNM. It's going to drive him
insane, I tell you!
If he's not there already. When was the
last time you heard him use a first-person pronoun?
This is a tag team contest, set for best four out of seven
falls. Just kidding! It's set for one fall. Ha ha!
You guys were supposed to groan, not say it. Anyway,
introducing first, a not-so-unlikely alliance, after all, it IS a football
player and someone who's into drugs, how far apart could they be?
Can we get away with that?
THE TIGER AND douja!
of the Tiger" by Survivor vs. Armand van Helden plays. The Tiger runs to
the ring carrying a barely-conscious douja over his shoulders.)
their opponents, the Big Hurty and Daddy Cool, the epitome of ignorant
evil and immature jackass...hey, who wrote these cuecards? Well, at least
it doesn't say which is which. Here are MITTENS AND NEIGE THIRTEEN!
(The delicious irony of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" plays as Neige walks
in Mittens. Mittens is still holding up the golden statue of the Darkspawn
Oliver Copp like it was a Slammy or something. He walks up to Kamera Kid
and makes belt-motions around his waist.
douja is plopped into the middle of the ring as he starts off against
Neige Thirteen. Neige grabs douja by the hair and whips him into the
Some dirty tactics to start off. He's
really beefing up his heel role, there.
Jan: Albino with
heads of vapour as he make running shoulderblock into smokeman. Smokeman
drops like ton of clay.
Bretislav: This albino, he is works for man
with beanie, ja? I hearing something of white slavery in America, is this
what is being means?
(Angus and Cap look at each other and roll
Neige bodypresses douja in a feat of strength. Strange
because Neige is more of an acrobat, really...
douja makes the tag to the Tiger. Tiger jumps the ropes
and catches Neige off guard with a dropkick! Picks up His Neigeness and
into a fireman's carry takedown. Things are really heating up
Uh...as well they should be because this is...one hell of
a...match. Yeah. Neige Thirteen goes for a hurricanrana...hits it! Tiger
rolls out of it and gives a wicked forearm to Mittens on his way up.
Mittens entering the ring...the ref making him stay put. Tiger motioning
for douja to get in for doubleteaming...douja won't have any of it!
Jan: I thinking smokeman is far too in his own little planet to being
understood what is take place here now.
Bretislav: I am incline to
concurrence with brother.
Neige makes the tag to Mittens...here we
go! Staredown ensues...Mittens picks up the Tiger like a limp dishrag and
here's a running powerslam! Ooh, boy, the Tiger is gonna feel that one
The Tiger could be in serious
trouble if he doesn't make the tag soon...but how much more effective can
douja be than one of the greatest faces to hit the STWF scene?
Tiger with a desperation move, he kicks Mittens below the belt!
You can't fight evil with good all the time. Besides,
it's all relative now.
douja steps in the ring. He's already
got his fist taped up!
Jan: Where got he the tape to applying to
Bretislav: Luckily for smokeman a fan in front row having some
to being spared.
douja winding up while Mittens still
reeling...and douja just clocked the Tiger!
What a completely....expected turn of events!
You saw this
picks up the Tiger by the neck...I think it's chokeslam time...there it
Jan: May I be saying it....please?
Oh, fine, I don't
think you'll be commentating ever again anyway.
Bretislav: You leave none for me?
Mittens sits on Tiger for a rather unorthodox
cover: 1...2...3! I can't believe it, the Tiger was set up and now he's
being taken down!
Three-on-one...how much more can the Tiger
take? He's being MAULED in there! This is unacceptable!
Wait! It's Luke Warm! Luke Warm is here!
Bretislav: Times to create some last-minutes scouting,
Luke grabs douja and separates him from the other two.
And now who's that? MY God, it's Virago!
Another member of Faces Incorporated coming to the ring. She's going at it
with Mittens, and to think you'll be able to see more of this at SUPERCARD
V only on pay-per-view!
That leaves only Neige Thirteen
continuing to kick the Tiger into the ground. Who will save him?
It's ThatGuy! The Wheelbarrow
Man is dropping him off at ringside and here comes one of the most loved,
if one of the most sporadic, wrestlers here in the STWF to save the
Look at that! douja is going for the
Jan: See? You are having a yells to yourself.
Virago and Mittens are taking this through the audience, knocking over
several children and old ladies in the process! Event security is on the
scene, but only to make sure no 150-pound teenagers will hurt these
300-plus-pound monsters by actually hitting them!
Hey, when you have all those hormones raging through
you, who knows what you're capable of. I only have a vague memory of my
teenage years, being nearly 70 years ago, plus those army lab
ThatGuy headbutts Neige right to the ground!
Neige lands on his arm...perfect position for...
The Hideous Finger Bite! The crowd is going absolutely
Crowd: KILL THE PIG! BASH IT IN!
DRINK ITS BLOOD! KILL THE PIG! BASH IT IN! DRINK ITS BLOOD!
(Angus pulls out a conch shell and blows it. Silence)
Jockeys are ready at ringside to collect Neige Thirteen. There's the spurt
of blood...Neige is down his left ring finger!
Oh...he wasn't about to get married anytime
Barry Brown is trying to get ThatGuy to cough it up so he
can get it into the plastic bag. Okay, there it is. ThatGuy just took the
bag and whipped it into the audience! People are fighting for a priceless
Neige jumps the security barrier,
trying to get it back. Time will tell if he's down that finger for life or
if he can find it and get it reattached.
Remember what happened
to Viet Kong? Reattached fingers are never the same.
I hardly think his finger will turn bright orange if
Here are your
winners...MITTENS AND NEIGE THIRTEEN! Here is your moral victor:
Let that be a lesson to all who
invoke my name! I'm not Mankind! I'm hardly a man! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Now
who wants to see me drink some acid?
And there he goes...he's got that sulphuric acid, he's
chugging it like a pro! And he breaks the bottle over his head to show
That would explain all the small bald patches, by
Jan: We would be loving to stay and chatter with you two,
but we are having to leave and practicing.
Bretislav: Ja, we have new
move that will stun world when we pin Lukas Warm.
The only thing
that will get stunned is...no, wait, it's a Stonecutter. Never mind.
Careful, Vince, you never know who's
Oh, sure we do. All we have to do is see who's copied
us this week.
Alright! I hope Virago is done with Mittens because
she's up next, fighting Dr. Sillaconne M. Plants. If she loses, she's
going to have to get breast augmentation surgery!
It's win-win for Virago.
Not to mention the audience, yo.
have you back, Jamal. Those Czechs sure get annoying after a while.
Hey look, it's Sir Hungalot...I think he's got
something to say.
Here comes the knight in latex armour now.
Everybody be quiet and give him his time...it's a special MNT69
Why thank you, McMadden...it's great to "come" down and
"spill" my guts for a while. Now the Big Sir KNOWS, that everyone here is
wondering, just how big is the Big Sir? And not everyone can handle my
movies without dying of jealousy...not to mention shock. So as a special
little treat, to all the ladies out there...
(screams from small
minority of audience)
...and unfortunately for a select group of
(louder, remarkably more feminine screams, from first
I see we found the GLAAD convention.
(huge screams of
...I'm going to show everyone here just what's under the
He can't be serious,
Oh...but I can. So Vic, all I need you to do is cue up
my music. And let's put the "Without Pants" in "Nae Trous"!
(He unbuttons his pants and waits. The music is cued...Blink
182's "All the Small Things".)
WHAT?! Oh, that's it, Vic,
you've screwed up for the last time!
Looks like we've been deprived of yet another money shot here in the
And speaking of money shots, this
contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, accompanied by
StreetMime, the manliest woman this side of Nicole Bass, and quite
possibly on the other side, too, from Androscoggin County, Maine, here's
("You Could Have Been a Lady" by April Wine plays. Virago
enters wearing a loose top. She then pauses in the middle of the ring and
the spotlight falls on her. StreetMime rips off the loose top to reveal a
skintight tube top. She starts flexing and pressing her breasts
Now thass what I call a
Virago: Now wait just a minute! So you're
saying the breast enhancement deal is out of the equation? If I lose, I
don't need to improve upon perfection? Great! Bring it on!
When did dis all stop making sense?
Depending on your definition of "all", I'd say three
His opponent, the man who has more
euphemisms for kicking someone than Gary Gourmando has chins, the man
voted Master of the Mic by the NationWide EnQuisitor, Dr. SILLACONNE M.
("Smooth Operator" by Sade plays. Dr. Plants stands at the top
of the aisle, looking confident, inhaling deeply. He struts down the aisle
and rolls into the ring, immediately attacking Virago before Creepy-T has
a chance to ring the bell.)
Dr. Sillaconne M.
Plants sure has his work cut out for him tonight. He's fighting not only
for a title shot, but to avoid a steel cage match with three men! Or men
and women, as the case might be.
I don't know
if he can do it tonight, Vince.
Dr. Plants charges Virago with
a bodypress and sends her square to the mat! Fists of fury straight across
the chops! The ref is making him back off, and now he's receiving some
classic Italian lip! Look at those hands flail. He pulls up Virago by the
hair, he slaps on a chickenwing, and leverages it into a takedown. Armbar
now applied by the breastman.
Why was DK so confident
about this match? Virago's hardly putting up any defense!
Virago reaches the ropes. A back kick sends SMP staggering a bit.
Clothesline by the corporate enforcer, and the crowd just got into this
match! Listen to those cheers! A "Virago is the Man" chant is being
How can you not get behind someone
...Nah, too easy,
Virago slaps on a sleeperhold. Now she's doing a grinding
maneuver with her hips, but I can't judge its effectiveness.
Psychological tactics on the part of Virago there. SMP
looks visibly uncomfortable and WOW! What a wicked elbow to the head!
Virago's going to have a nasty bruise on her temple tomorrow.
SMP grabs his opponent's head and swinging neckbreaker! 1...2...AND HE GOT
'ER! No he didn't.
That ain't neva gonna die,
Not as long as I'm alive, no.
Good ta know.
Virago is up, she's seething
with rage! Whip to the turnbuckle, she's running like a madwoman and
there's an absolutely ferocious axe kick to Plants' collarbone! This match
And folks, if you think this is
good, wait'll you see Luke Warm squash Czech Plees.
that hasn't been determined yet.
Oh no? Page
(flipping pages) Hmmm...he's right folks, it's going to be
brutal so stick around! Meanwhile, Virago has put on a Boston Crab!
I see dat Virago slowin' it down, yo. Goin' fo'
Good point, Jamal, I
see Enrique gave you a few intelligent lines. Virago wants this match at
her pace, and rightly so because she's not as quick as the Italian Doctor
but I'd say she's stronger.
But Plants is still no 98-pound
weakling. He just pushed off with his hands and grabbed Virago's head,
effectively snapping her neck back! She falls on him. Both people were
hurt pretty bad on that one.
What a match!
Iss like iss some old-skool MNT action happnin'.
Both men are
d....both man and woman are down! The ref is counting.
Oh, the suspense is killing
me, I can't watch!
Someone's coming down to ringside! She looks
out of place...oh my God, it's Jenny Jones!
Is she still on da air?
That doesn't matter, as we all recall
SMP did a number on Jenny Jones so long ago, and it looks like now is the
time for revenge!
I thought Jenny Jones
already came out once to do this. Am I going senile?
that might not be the issue. I can't recall either. Jamal?
Whut, y'all think I checked da archives o'
Well she's here...StreetMime distracting the referee
with his act.
Ref: Hey, cool! It's like you're leaning on an
imaginary table! Now you're walking against the wind! Now you're eating
something and getting sick from it...this is amazing! It's just
Jenny Jones just put Virago over on SMP! StreetMime
pointing to the action in the ring. The ref counts: 1.....2.....3! The
fans are going wild! This is a travesty....
Shhh....SMP is a bad guy, remember?
Oh yeah, that's right...Dr.
Sillaconne M. Plants got exactly what he deserved and he's going to be
paying for it next week on Monday Nae Trous. So take THAT!
Jones: I'd just like to thank Der Kommissaar for giving me the opportunity
to get out here and give you what was coming to you, Doc! You're just
lucky I didn't reveal your same-sex crush!
Jones: Oh, did you like that? Then why aren't you watching my show? I need
Here is your
Virago: Did anyone honestly think that DK
would allow you the opportunity to beat an IG contender before SUPERCARD?
Think again! No hard feelings, of course. It's just business. Speaking of
business, here's my card and spare hotel keys. No pressure. (blows a
Monday Nae Trous is getting far too
raunchy for my civilized tastes.
Relax, it's only for this
special episode. Come #70, nobody will realize that sex exists.
They WON'T? I cain't live in a world like that!
Dis is cruel `n' unusual punishment,V!
That's fine, the Geek
can cover for you or something, he's perfectly suited to a card like
The following contest is set for one fall.
Making their way to the ring first, from the Czech Republic, with a total
combined weight of 465 lbs., Jan Plee and Bretislav Plee, they are...CZECH
("The Plzener Polka", with accordion by Franz Plee and Walter
Ostanek, plays. Czech Plees enter waving their flag.)
opponent, from Bumbledink, TX, the man, the myth, the chocolatey goodness,
here is LUKE WARM!
(The sound of breaking stuff. Luke Warm enters on a
fan-man pack and flies into the ring. Now let's just hope this isn't
repeated in the WWF and Bob Holly doesn't get killed, cause let's face it,
he needs a new gimmick and bad, and they're willing to try
Luke Warm: I agree! (double thumbs-up, wild
Luke Warm tosses aside the fan-man pack and here we
Luke Warm is starting off with...that's Jan in
the ring there, isn't it?
Alright, Jan in the ring.
Don't ask me why announcers do back-and-forthers like that one...they just
Jan goes for a right hand, blocked by Luke, Luke with a
pumphandle slam and the crowd loves it!
dis is great!
Jan is up. He's off the ropes, going for a
lariat, Luke dodges and Jan keeps going. He's locked in the opposite
Not a good start for Czech
Luke with a series of kicks. He pulls him out of the
ropes and heaves him towards Bretislav. The tag is made. Bretislav with a
moonsault off the top turnbuckle! Too bad Luke is still up. He catches him
and that's a nasty powerslam.
don't have a lot going for them here, Vince. Limited ring skills, no
valet, and their burlap T-shirt itches like the Dickens!
At leas' dey got demselves a funny name.
There's always that, yes. Gorilla press by Luke right onto the canvas!
Look at that Czech bounce, yo!
Well we had to do that joke eventually.
with an elbowdrop. He makes a cover: 1...2...still some life left in
Bretislav. Both men up, Luke's got him in position...he's waiting for the
audience to give him the cheer to get him going...
Could we see another STONECUTTER here
STONECUTTER! STONECUTTER! STONECUTTER! Jan is in the
ring to make the save...STONECUTTER ON JAN! STONECUTTER! STONECUTTER! He
hooks a leg on each for a double pin: 1...2...3! Triumphant return for
Luke Warm, ladies and gentlemen!
Here is your
winner...LUKE WARM! (cheers)
Wow...what a match!
And now...the results of the ICCTINACBBIC matchups...
Tyrone Mayhem defeats Lenny "the Force" Baxter in an awesome matchup going
about 19 minutes. Highlights include Lenny Baxter giving Tyrone a severe
wedgie, and Tyrone using a jar of mayonnaise offensively in a maneuver
that could only be seen to be believed! We're sorry you missed it!
Coma defeats Tentin Quarentino by disqualification when Tentin repeatedly
pistol-whipped the referee and kicked him in the kneecaps, after he
refused to acknowledge that he pulled Coma's hair. Directors, I tell ya,
they're temperamental as they come.
Those matches completed, on Thursday Something-or-Other it's Tyrone Mayhem
vs. Coma for the ICCTINACBBIC belt! Who will win? I can assure you one
thing...it's NOT Bill Gates!
Thanks to Ratings Man for that special announcement...we're sorry we
couldn't show you the full matches as they were completed in a
separate ceremony on Sunday Night. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some
work to do inside the ring.
(Angus leaves the
booth and hits the ring)
Ladies and gentlemen, as you're well aware
the time is ripe for the handing over of the Undefendable Belt, as it
hasn't been defended in a thirty-day period (chuckles from audience), so
right now I'd like to ask the Right Hand Man, and current champ Coma, to
come out in the presentation of the new Undefendable Belt champion.
No Paaants, that's what we got...
Right Hand Man walks to the ring, shaking hands on his way down as if he
was some aging veteran like Larry Z. Coma is rolling down the aisle as if
he was a highly uncoordinated El Spheros.)
RHM: Today marks
the dawn of a new era...well, okay, a new month-long era. After diligent
watch over everyone in this great fed, the STWF (cheers), the Undefendable
Belt goes to the person we feel is the most improved, and least likely to
climb the ranks to get a belt otherwise within the month...that person is
none other than douja!
How strange that the very person who turned on
the Tiger, a fellow member of Faces Inc., just today, is to be crowned the
RHM: Yeah, well, we didn't know it was going to happen, okay? It's not
like we WRITE the SCRIPTS or anything...
(douja meanders down the aisle with a
Noink! Pubble...here. Champ hee hee hee wuzzima
douja: man, well put, f<-BLEEP->a.. huh huh.. you got some phat beats,
yo.. great fo' smokin' some of my sh<-BLEEP->t to.
RHM: As much as I loathe to give it to you now, douja, you deserve it.
Congratulations. And if you try anything funny when I shake your hand,
I'll have you know event security are armed with tasers tonight.
(Loud buzzing noises from all over the arena. Apparently, event security
didn't know what they were...dozens are being stunned in the
And there it is! The Right Hand Man shaking the
hand of the new Undefendable Champion, douja! Wear it proud,
How do y'all think he'll celebrate
How else? By doing the same thing he does every night, then
waking up wondering what he did the night before.
What a champ!
On Thursday Something-or-Other, you'll see the glorious return of Billy
Polar, the mysterious return of somebody else...the North American Belt is
up for grabs as the Violent Pacifist faces ThatGuy...what? That can't be
right! And the Ambulance Jockeys take on the Head Trauma Boys! Oh boy,
it's going to be a Thursday alright.
On behalf of Captain Twilight and Jamal Tupac Mustafa, I'm Angus "Vince"
McMadden, saying keep your pants off, and we hope you enjoyed
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