J.J.: It's a tremendous honor to have joining us at the announcer table, the greatest champion in the history of this company. A man with a truly diabolical mind and a physique to back it up. As well as one of the nicest individuals you would ever wish to meet. That right ladies, The RAGE is HERE!
Max: WHAT!
J.J.: RAGE, I know this is a big day for you, thanks for taking a minute to join us.
RAGE: Ah, it's my pleasure J.J. It's all about the fans! What's up Max?
Max: Uh, hi.
RAGE: I've heard the crap you say about me. And we both know that you deserve for me to lower one of this chairs onto your skull. But you know what Rakus? I really don't care what you have to say, because I know; and the Millions and (pause) Millions of The RAGE's fans know that you don't know crap about wrestling. So go ahead and talk your trash behind my back, but when I am out here, you better treat me with the resect that the IWF Champion deserves.
Max: Yes sir.
J.J.: So RAGE, what are your thoughts on this tag team match coming up?
RAGE: Well it's going to be one hell of a contest. Anytime you have four hungry athletes in the ring battling for one title you know it's going to be good.
Max: Yeah, I'm just not sure both teams are hungry for the same thing!
J.J. & RAGE: SHUT THE HELL UP!
J.J.: RAGE, you just let me know if you need me to hand you a chair!
RAGE: Naw, it's cool.
J.J.: So who do you think is going to win?
RAGE: I would have to say that Neil & Bob are going down.
Max: What?
Crowd & J.J.: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Max: Why is it funny when he says it?
J.J.: What do you think about Neil & Bob's skills?
RAGE: They SUCK!
Max: Oh come on!
RAGE: Exactly!
Max: What?
Crowd & J.J.: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
RAGE: But in all seriousness, The Afrolites are a much better tag team and should have been champions a long time ago, but never were given' the opportunity.
J.J.: Now if my memory serves me, you were the one who brought them into the IWF?
RAGE: That's right. Me and the Fro's go way back. We met when I was a bouncer at a hip New York club back in the day. Maurice and Demetrius can sure burn up a dance floor.
Max: I hear Neil & Bob are pretty good dancers too...
RAGE & J.J.: MAX!
RAGE: Whose guy have really helped balance out that whole Fear & Pain mess!
J.J.: Who can forget the way they took apart Pain with those steel chairs, while you and Fear were slugging it out in the back of that ambulance.
RAGE: Yeah, we've been through some stuff together. But there have been a lot of good times too. We still load up the RAGEmobile and hit the town now and then. And I'll tell ya, I got a heck of a celebration planed for when they win the tag team championship here today.
Max: Hey RAGE, can I come along. We can go find us some white-women!
RAGE: Okay J.J., I'll take that chair now!
Max: Damn it Marv, get in the ring and start this thing!
Marv: Ladies and gentlemen. This next match is for the IWF Tag Team Championship. Making their way to the ring are the challengers; Maurice and Demetrius...The AfroooLites!
J.J.: Here they come and it's a party. This crowd is on their feet and groovin'!
RAGE: Yo Big MO! Demetri! What's up baby? This is your time fellas, make it happen!
Max: Give me a break!
SMACK!
J.J.: Uh, RAGE; I know he had it coming and all, but that's my announce partner and we have a show to do.
RAGE: Sorry J.J. he wanted a break, so I gave him a little elbow tap. He should come to in about 10 minutes. Until then I stick around and back you up.
J.J.: Outstanding! Well folks, if you are just logging on, this has been one hell of a show so far! This is J.J. Tough and next to me is the one and only RAGE! The Afrolites have made their way to the ring and it's a total disco inferno in here.
RAGE: That's right J.J. The whole house is getting down. There's a total funk, love, vibe going on. And I must say it's a beautiful thing baby. I don't know if we can get a shot of this but folks, J.J. Tough is groovin in his seat. Don't keep it in J.J. or your liable to have a total disco explosion. You'll be running around here like John Trivolta.
J.J.: Well I don't know about that but I must say it is infectious.
Marv: Please welcome the defending IWF Tag Team Champions. It's time for everyone to...Neil Down & Bob Ondis!
RAGE: Oh dear God! What the hell is this crap?
J.J.: It's, Livin' La Vida Loca! Neil & Bob's theme song. Don't tell me you never heard this before.
RAGE: This is more painful than a chair shot from Fear. And believe me I know what that's like!
J.J.: Well, the music will stop as soon as Neil & Bob get out here.
RAGE: Where the hell are they. If they don't hurry up, I'm going to go back there and drag them to the ring myself!
Marv: Please welcome...Neil Down & Bob Ondis!
J.J.: This is ridiculous! What are they waiting for?
RAGE: That's it! I'm going to squash those punks! I'll be right back...
J.J.: RAGE Wait! I just got a report on my headset that Neil and Bob's locker room door is locked and there are weird sound coming from in there. It sounds as if they are fighting each other.
Max: errr, ah, yeah right. I guarantee there is no fighting going on in there.
RAGE: Look who's back. Did you have a nice nap?
J.J.: You mean to say that Neil & Bob are pre-occupied?
RAGE: I think I'm going to be sick!
Max: Do the math J.J.
Blind Willie: I'm ruling this a forfeit. The Afros win!
Marv: Ladies and gentlemen. Please give a round of applause for the new IWF Tag Team Champions...The Afrolites!
J.J.: We have new champions folks. And just like that the party has started once again. This place is going wild!
RAGE: Yeah BABY! It's all yours!
J.J.: Well that was an interesting turn of events. Hey guys, as soon as we can get into Neil & Bob locker room we'll present you with the belts!
Maurice: Forget man! I ain't touching that mess.
Demetrius: Yeah, just burn them. Well get some new ones made.
J.J.: Well folks The RAGE has left us to celebrate with his friends and new tag team champions.
Max: I thought he was never going to leave.
J.J.: Watch it Max! While you were knocked out, RAGE gave me some points on how to use these steel chairs. And he encouraged me to practice...OFTEN!
Max: What!