Dan: Welcome back to Heat! Up next, we have some tag team action between former AICW North American Tag Champs, Sweet Stuff and Entrepeneurs Inc! Let's go to the ring! (DING DING DING) Andy Burton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Washington DC and Yonkers NY respectively, weighing in at a total combined weight of 514 pounds, ENTREPENEURS INC!! Dan: Entrepeneurs Inc making their way down to the ring to the usual chorus of boos from the fans. It will be interesting to see how these guys wrestle with the distraction of the situation within The Enterprise! Dima: The system of capitalism cannot last forever Daniel! Now, this "Enterprise" will fall apart! Dan: Enterpeneurs Inc climbing into the ring and they begin to warm up for this contest. Andy: And their opponents..... ("Macho Man" by The Village People begins to play in the background) Andy: From San Francisco, California, accompanied to the ring by the Gay World Order, weighing at a total combined weight of 660 pounds, Little Rich, and The Jolly Gay Giant, SWEET STUFF!! Dan: And here comes the Gay World Order! Little Rich and The Jolly Gay Giant coming off their first loss in their AICW careers, a tough loss to The Family, who are now the North American Tag Team Champions! And look at The Jolly Gay Giant skipping happily down the ring! This guy acts as if he doesn't have a care in the world! Dima: Us Russians don't have care in world! We RULE WORLD! Dan: I don't know about that one! Little Rich and The Jolly Gay Giant stepping into the ring and Entrepeneurs Inc attacks! Referee Ryan Gentle already losing control of this one as all four men are brawling in the center of the ring! The Jolly Gay Giant taking Scott Howard and BIG HEADBUTT BY THE GIANT! He grabs him and sends him flying through the ropes! And now The Jolly Gay Giant immediately going after him! Dima: This Giant is pathetic! He should have pinned him in ring! Dan: Little Rich and "Brilliant" Brian Walters continue to go at it! And they both tumble through the ropes and fall to the outside! And they are still going at it! Referee Ryan Gentle making the count on all four men, but I really don't think they care! Dima: Foolish Americans! They should be concerned about winning match! Dan: Entrepeneurs Inc and Sweet Stuff continuing to brawl on the outside and Referee Ryan Gentle signals to the timekeeper! I think he's gonna throw this one out! (DING DING DING) Andy Burton: The referee has counted both men out! Therefore this match is a DOUBLE COUNTOUT! Dan: Referee Ryan Gentle counting both men out as Entrepeneurs Inc and Sweet Stuff still go at it! Here comes the officials to try and seperate these two teams apart! And I don't think this will be the last time you see these two against each other! Dima: American tag teams are pathetic! I ought to bring in RUSSIAN TAG TEAM! Dan: Yeah, that should be quite inter.... ("Master of Puppets" by Metallica begins to blast throughout the arena.) Dan: OH GOD NO!!! (Mr. Y walks down the aisle in Y-shirt and leather jacket. He gets in the ring and spins around as the fans jeer.) Dan: Mr Y is here... Dima: The model example of ALL Americans! (Mr. Y reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out a cordless microphone. He looks around at the fans momentarily, then taps the microphone before he begins to speak.) Mr. Y: (voice cracks) YEAH! (jeers from the crowd) That's right, your Supreeeeeme Ruler is (voice cracks) BACK! I'm back, and I'm on the attack, Jack! That's a (voice cracks) fact! Yeah, that's right! A fact! Dan: Mr Y giving us his impression of Mc Hammer here! Dima: Heh! Look at this TYPICAL American! And you think you are better than MOTHER RUSSIA? Mr. Y: Now, as everybody (voice cracks) knows, Mr. Y has never been able to catch a fair shake in the AICW. Nope, no way, (voice cracks) never! I've always been (voice cracks) screwed! That's right, Mr. Y always gets screwed outta what's his! (pauses and looks around at the crowd) Yep, that ain't nothin' but the truth! So all you (voice cracks) MORONS shut up! Yeah, that's right! You're (voice cracks) morons! (crowd jeers) So shut up! Shut up, and (voice cracks) BOW to your Master! I'm sick of all you people, not giving me any respect! And I'm sick of getting (voice cracks) SCREWED! Yeah, that's right! Sick o' gettin' screwed! And it all ends (voice cracks) HERE! Yeah! Tonight! 'Cause I've decided it's time to screw (voice cracks) THEM before they screw (voice cracks) ME! So I went out, and I decided to start me an army...yeah, that's right, an (voice cracks) army! Dan: An army? I wonder what Mr Y is up to? Dima: Unless he enlist the RUSSIAN ARMY, this Y-guy doesn't stand chance! Mr. Y: And when you start an army, you gotta look to your (voice cracks) friends! ... Dan: Mr Y has friends? Dima: Heh! Yes, he has friends! (coughs) GWO! (coughs) Mr. Y: Yeah, that's right! You look to your friends! You look to your (voice cracks) buddies! (pauses as the jeers and cat-calls grow louder) You look to your pals! You look to your (voice cracks) amigos! You look to your compadres! You look to your partners! (pauses and looks around) You look to your...hey, shut up! I'm talkin' here! (someone throws an empty soda cup and it narrowly misses hitting Mr. Y) Ha ha! Missed me! You (voice cracks) LOSER! Dan: Mr Y very well received by the crowd here! Dima: In russia, the fans throw roses at feet of DIMA! Mr. Y: Speaking of losers, last week I took on that piece of (voice cracks) crap, Oswald Bates! Yeah, that's right! And I beat his butt, but good! And when I got done beatin' his butt, who showed up but "Rookie" Robby Riedel! Yeah, that's right! (voice cracks) Robby Riedel! And so now, Bates wants a piece of (voice cracks) Robby! Well, Bates, the joke's on you, 'cause "Triple R" is no more! Now he's traded in the R for a (voice cracks) better letter! Yeah, that's right! A better letter! So now Oswald Bates, you gotta face my good buddy...my pal...my friend till the end...my brother of the ring...my... ("Master of Puppets" kicks in again.) Mr. Y: Yeah! That's right! (A shorter, thinner version of Mr. Y steps through the curtain and begins walking down the aisle.) Dan: Another Mr Y??? Oh Lord help us all! Dima: Shut up Daniel! He'll kick your butt! (The smaller Mr. Y gets in the ring and begins crotch-chopping at the crowd.) Mr. Y: (voice cracks) YEAH! That's right! (The smaller Y-guy lifts up the mask to reveal "The Rookie" Robby Riedel, who sticks his tongue out at the camera.) Dan: It's ROBBY RIEDEL!!!! WOW!!! Robby Riedel has joined up with Mr Y! Dima: Now, instead of one American Losers, you now have two! Looks like another "Alliance" Daniel! Mr. Y: Go 'head an' tell 'em, Robby! (voice cracks) YEAH! Robby: ATLANTA, G-A RAISE SOME HELL AN' MAKE A LITTLE NOISE!!! (crotch-chops furiously at the crowd) Dan: Robby Riedel getting lots of hip action here! Dima: Heh! DIMA gets lots of exercise for his hips! Robby: For ten long, hard months, I've had to listen to jock-sniffers and armchair athletes like Dan Chan over there (crotch-chops in Dan's general direction) callin' me things like a "promising youngster"! (crotch-chops) A "talented young athlete"! (crotch-chops) A "really swell guy"! (crotch-chops) And worst of all, a ROOKIE!! (crotch-chops repeatedly) Dan: What's wrong with that? He is a "promising youngster" Dima: Yes! Promising to go straight to the bottom of rankings! Robby: Well, I've had it up to HERE (points to his crotch) with all the B.S.! Mr. Y: (voice cracks) Yeah! That's right! Robby: I've HAD IT with being given all the bottom-of-the-card matches, and having my good name dragged through the muck and mire by the AICW suits! They call ME a rookie, while I'm given some green (crotch-chops) stiff to work in a dark match? Mr. Y: (voice cracks) YEAH! Robby: For years, I had dreamed of one day being a star in a fed like the AICW! I loved wrestling! I published a newsletter, the Ringsider Insider, from out of my basement, and it had thousands of subscribers across the country! I talked to all the top superstars in the business and became good friends with a lot of them! After working my ass off for years, I finally made it to the AICW...and what happened? YOU FANS turned against me! The same fans who subscribed to my newsletter and supported me for so long, with the reassuring pat on the back and the words of encouragement! On a good night, you all went to the concession stands during my matches, or went to the souvenir booths so you could buy an overpriced Byron Brady T-shirt! On a bad night, you just sat there and chanted "boring, boring"! Mr. Y: But your matches weren't boring, now (voice cracks) were they, Robby? Robby: You people never cared about me! You never cared about Robby Riedel! You can't imagine how sick I got of people talking to me like I'm a living, breathing wrestling hotline! NO, I DON'T KNOW WHEN THE WARRIOR IS COMING BACK! GET OVER IT!!! Mr. Y: (voice cracks) YEAH! Get over it, already! Robby: And for the love of God, I DO NOT LOOK LIKE JOEY STYLES!!! (Fans predictably begin chanting "Jo-ey, Jo-ey") Dan: You know, come to think of it, he does look like Joey Styles! Robby: Look at this!! (points to the top of his head) I've got better hair than Joey Styles!!! I'm younger than him, and I'm a helluva lot better dresser than him!!! Mr. Y: Yeah! So all you (voice cracks) LOSERS just shut your pieholes! That's right! (voice cracks) Pieholes! Robby: I don't give a damn about you fans anymore! I don't give a damn about the AICW anymore! I'm just so sick of the business, it ain't even funny! I was about ready to quit--up until a few weeks ago. See, I was sittin' at home, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, when I see THIS MAN HERE (points dramatically to Mr. Y) getting humiliated by Kyle Bane on national TV! Dan: Robby refering to the attack by Kyle Bane on Mr Y a copule of weeks back on War! Dima: He crushed that puny American like Russian Army crush East Europe countries! Robby: Kyle Bane was out here runnin' his mouth about all he did for Mr. Y! Well Bane--you suck, pal! You oughta go back to wrestling school yourself before you start trainin' anybody else, Obi-Wan! All you are is a big six-foot ten inch, three hundred-plus pound (crotch-chops) STIFF with two moves! And you try to fool everybody with your gimmick, when the truth is all you do is bite off guys like Marilyn Manson for your ideas! You ain't nothin' but a rip-off artist, Bane! And you don't have the (crotch-chops) SACK to face up to THIS MAN HERE (points dramatically at Mr. Y) man-to-man! Mr. Y: (bobbing his head from side to side) Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn RIGHT! Robby: Now, last week, the stuffed shirts up in the AICW front office booked Oswald Bates in a match for no other reason but to once again try to make a fool out of THIS MAN HERE! (points dramatically to Mr. Y) Well Bates, you AICW stooge, it DIDN'T WORK! And now tonight, I'm gonna school ya myself, and pimp-smack ya like I pimp-smacked Cyn last night! (crotch-chops repeatedly) Dan: Robby Riedel certainly with a major change of attitude for the worst! Dima: Heh! I like this new "Riedel" Robby: Oh, and one other thing...don't call me a "Rookie" no more. From now on, the AICW ain't gonna have Robby Riedel to push around! From now on, you can call me... (crotch-chops) ...Y-PAC!!! Dan and Dima: Y-PAC??? Mr. Y: YEAH! Y-Pac: Guys like us have been gettin' a raw deal from the higher-ups in the AICW, 'cause we don't have the (crotch-chops) STROKE that guys like Kyle Bane and Byron Brady have! Well, we got a li'l sump'n-sump'n we wanna say to all you fans, to the folks up in that AICW tower in New York, to Commissioner Kelly Lynn--who, by the way, got that position by assuming the horizontal position...two words: Mr. Y and Y-Pac: (crotch-chopping) STROKE IT!!! ("Master of Puppets" starts up again as the Y-team exits the ring.) Dan: Mr Y and Robby Riedel??? Anything can happen in the AICW!!! We'll be right back after this!