[ The lights slowly dim. A single spotlight focuses it�s aura on the big screen which in turn, lights up. There we see a classical animation, similar to what you�d see on a Bugs Bunny cartoon. The logo of the WoC can be seen. The crowd erupts in jeers at the sight of that. To the left of it is a box with a handle, the box reads �TNT�. An odd looking gopher type creature can then be seen sneaking towards the TNT box. Once he reaches it, he looks around to make sure nobody is there. He then jumps into the air and comes down on the handle�..]
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
[Both logos explode into little pieces and a cloud of smoke, both on the screen and in the entrance way. When the smoke clears, three letters are seen� �TCW�. The crowd, those familiar with the TCW, pop when they see this.]
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
[The edited down version of George Thorogood�s �1 Bourbon, 1 Scotch, 1 Beer� begins to blare. As the smoke begins to clear, �Little� Joey Average emerges from the entrance way much to the delight of the fans. He is flanked by Vegas Boy, Blackjack Kid, Stringbean Melly and JoJo Moose. They are all decked out in a one piece blue denim jump-suit. The letters �TCW� are written in brick all over the suit, in every which way imaginable. The five men make their way down the aisle.]
But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?
[Joey tags hands with any fan that wants. Dito for Melly and BJKid. Vegas is off in his own little world, mostly gawking at female fans while JoJo is simply being �intense�.]
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
[ When they reach the ringside area, They make their way all the way around the ring making sure to high five and fist any fan who asks.]
Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"
[The group slides into the ring before saluting the fans one more time.]
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
[Joey calls for a microphone.]
Joey: Ladies and gentlemen of the NLR, may I kindly introduce to you the most innovative, most charismatic, most celebrated group of wrestlers in the WoC�s history�.
[They all look at each other and burst out into laughter.]
Joey: Aww, who am I kidding. We don�t innovate and we sure as hell ain�t celebrated but what we do is we fight, we fight for all the people not good enough to stand up for themselves. We fight for all the people who are bullied, who are attacked and who are made fun of. We are Talent Challenged Wrestling and we are here to� INVADE THE NLR!!!
[A short round of cheers are drown out by jeers.]
Joey: We were sent here by Jules Constantine�
[Another, louder round of jeers.]
Joey: I know, I know, we don�t like him either but he is our boss and if he tells us to invade, we are gonna invade!
[More jeers.]
Joey: So, here is how it�s gonna go�.
[The mic is grabbed out of his hand by Vegas Boy.]
Vegas: Enough of this bullshit. I�ve had to sit back there for minutes and listen to you talk about this invasion. It seems to me everybody has forgotten the original tribe of invaders. It doesn�t matter if it�s the NLR, it doesn�t matter if it�s the WoC, we�ll fu*k�em all up because this invasion has just been taken�. TO�. THE� EXTRE�
[ SMASH!
He is leveled via a steal chair curtsey his brother, Blackjack Kid. Joey let�s out a big sigh of relief has he takes the mic out of Vegas� unconscious hands.]
Joey: Whew, that was close. Now as I was saying before I was interrupted, it�s gonna go like this. Our business in this whole invasion is simply to make a mockery out of the whole situation!
[They finally get a pop from the crowd.]
Joey: Whenever companies with snazzy acronyms do battle, one will rise to the top after a couple of swift kick in the nuts and that one acronym is�. TEE CEE DUB!!!
[Another pop.]
Joey: Whatever happens in the coming months, will probably involve only the �top stars�. Those who look in the mirror and think they are god. Well, what I say to them is�. YOU SUCK!!!
[A bigger pop as this anti-WoC is starting to warm up to the TCW.]
Joey: Wrestlers of the NLR, you are getting an offer of a life time. Screw this invasion and join the TCW invasion as we stick it to the man.
Melly (leaning over into the mic): STICK IT!!!
[ SMACK! He gets a smack upside the head from Joey.]
Joey: As we charge forward to WoC�s boiling point and the crowning of the first ever TCW Grand Master Champion of the Universe, join us we turn this invasion inside out, upside down and deliver a full castration to it!
[ Finally, the Production Truck gets it right, and the promo is cut where it lay...]
