DJR looked behind him as a contingent of screaming fans chanted, "TLC!
TLC! TLC!"
"Well, King, it looks like that group of fans isn't going to be
getting what they want."
"Don't know about that DJR. Look who's the one rallying them up,"
pointed out King.
DRJ tipped back his black cowboy hat as he looked in the direction
to his left. "It's MSR, one of the judges. Well, we know her. Uh...
what the hell is she doing? She just jumped the barricade and is making
her way over here. She doesn't look amused at all, King."
"Sheesh, that's all we need. Another commentator. An insane one
at that. Good thing we've got another chair here. I hope she doesn't
mind that it's metal," remarked King.
DJR pulled the chair out for MSR. "She's going to speak her mind
once again. I'm so tired of hearing her nonsensical opinions."
MSR stood by the announcer's table and demanded, "What the hell
is this? I wanted a TLC match. This is so boring! Nothing's happening
in the ring. We might as well be watching a submission match between
Regal and the Brooklyn Brawler!"
"My dear, there isn't one scheduled for this Pay Per View. There
might be one for the next one during SummerSlam," DJR said calmly.
"He's right, MSR. Just take a seat next to JR and watch. Hell,
you can even comment if you want," King pointed out.
"Okay then," MSR said with a smile and sat down next to DJR.
"Gimme those extra headphones and mike. I want to make an announcement."
Lawler whispered into DJR's ear, "You know we're in trouble now."
"At least it'll shut her up for awhile."
"We've got some celebrities in the crowd today," MSR began.
"Two members of the NANC. Two of which I know the crowd will enjoy
are here. Give a warm welcome to....." MSR points to her right
to the goofy looking men waving to her from the seats next to the barricade.
".... favorites of yours and mine...."
"King, she's insane! How'd they get in here?"
"Prepare for the stampede! Security!"
"... Please stand up, you two! From the No Acting Necessary Commission..."
The brothers stood up and waved to the disapproving crowd.
"Dammit, security!"
"... The fat kid from 'Stand By Me' and his brother from 'Death
By Magic'..."
"MSR, you've gone too far!"
"... Give them a hand... It's Jerry and Charlie O'Connell!"
The crowd became silent momentarily then a deafening ruckus began.
Even the four competitors took time out to watch the festivities.
"CON-CHAIR-TO! CON-CHAIR-TO! Oh my God, King! Did you see that?
Two people dressed in silver jumpsuits like little gray aliens just
did the Conchairto to Jerry and Charlie."
"Get the tables!" ordered MSR, a gleam in her eyes.
Within seconds two midgets dressed in camouflage and wearing the trademark
glasses taped down the middle appeared from the crowd, carrying two
tables. The tiny tables were positioned in front of the groggy brothers.
"They've come back! Well, MSR I guess you're going to get your
wish." DJR smiled.
"Damn straight!" she answered.
"MSR, you must have set them up. Well, I'll tell you what, The
King is impressed. This is entertaining."
"Get the ladders!" MSR ordered once again.
Another pair of midgets appeared, one with multicolored hair, both
wearing black see through shirts and carrying a couple of ladders. The
ladders were set up on opposite sides of the tables. The aliens threw
the brothers atop the tables.
"Tables... Tables... Tables...." chanted the rowdy crowd.
The midgets took off their shirts and climbed the ladders.
Flashbulbs went off as the two hit the air.
"SWANTON!" cried DJR as the brothers went smashing through
the tables to the delight of the crowd.
"My work is done here. Now the four of you do something different
and interesting or you're all losers in my book."
With that last comment, MSR stood up and made her way to the concessions
stand.
MSR