The Proletariat made their way to the ring first, proudly bearing their tag titles, earning a vehement heel pop from the fans in attendance. Rocko Daymon came to the ring next, alone as expected. His partner Stalker made his entrance, and the tension between the two of them was immediately apparent. Before the bell rang, both men engaged in a dramatic stare-down and kept their distance from each other.
At the start of the match, C.P. Nero came in for Proletariat as Stalker was unwillingly elected to start things off for his team. But before a move was even made, a sadistic grin formed on his face as he turned back to his corner and tagged in Rocko. Daymon glared at him for a moment, but entered the ring without much debate. Rocko started things off in fairly solid form, catching Nero off-guard with a series of running shoulder blocks and clotheslines that came from all sides of the ring. A standing DDT from Daymon came before the first pin attempt in the match, which was promptly kicked out of.
Daymon continued the pressure, even as Nero tagged in his fellow champion C.E. Augusts, hitting the big man with three consecutive Russian Legsweeps that wowed the audience. A second pin attempt was broken up by Nero. Feeling fatigued, Rocko went for a tag… but instead received a hard elbow to the face on behalf of Stalker. Rocko reeled back, falling straight into a Dragon Suplex from C.E. Augustus, and things went downhill for him as Stalker dropped off the apron, hopped the barricade, and disappeared into the audience.
The Proletariat quickly went to work on the stranded Rocko Daymon, using their advantage in numbers to beat him into a pulp over the next several minutes. Frequent tags and several double-team moves prevented Rocko from gaining any kind of momentum. A top rope bulldog from C.P. Nero earned a near three count, and C.E. Augustus followed up with a Full Nelson Slam that shook the entire ring.
Daymon’s break came as he dodged a leg lariat attempt from C.P. Nero, hitting the ropes and knocking C.E. Augustus off the apron and into the barricade. But before Augustus could recover, two fans suddenly emerged from the ringside seats and began assaulting him. The duo were quickly revealed to be the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! (formerly the Crimson Calling) who dragged the unsuspecting and dazed Augustus into the audience where they continued their attack until security broke up the fracas and removed the three of them from the audience area.
Back in the ring, C.P. Nero had just laid Rocko Daymon out with a Butterfly Suplex and went to make a tag, but suddenly found himself alone. Sensing something amiss, he opted to go for the May 1st to finish off the weakened Rocko… but with sudden energy, Daymon countered the Shiranui attempt with a Spinebuster out of nowhere, and the audience popped!
Both men made it to their feet before the ten count, and as soon as Nero was up, Daymon leveled him with a Spear and went to work on his face with a seemingly unstoppable barrage of punches. Daymon quickly got him to his feet, sent him into the corner, and landed the back-first splash, quickly following through with the Brain Rocker, and earned a surprise win!
Winners: Rocko Daymon & Stalker
DT: I don’t believe it! Rocko Daymon practically SINGLE-HANDEDLY defeated the Tag Team Champions, the Proletariat!
DM: I wouldn’t say “single-handedly”, Dave, considering he had a little help from those idiot stoners…
DT: Nevertheless, Daymon has pulled off a very impressive from-behind victory over the champions, and I guess now this may mean that Dan Ryan will grant his request for a—OH WAIT A MINUTE, STALKER’S BACK!!
MN: Uh-oh!!
[Daymon is barely back on his feet after his grueling match, but as he stands up and turns around, Stalker slides back into the ring with a chair in hand and LEVELS HIM on the spot! Daymon hits the mat like a ton of bricks and takes a few more shots to the back from the steel chair before Stalker’s appetite has been sated, and he asks for a mic.]
Stalker: You know Rocko...
[Jason Reeves stands over the fallen Rocko Daymon with a giant grin on his face.]
Stalker: Just because you have let go the fact that I got screwed over way back when, doesn't mean I have to as well. You see, you were always this way, thinking it's the Rocko way or no way. Well I hate to tell you but just like the popular kids in high school the world doesn't revolve around your life.
[A few cheers can be heard but mostly boos come from the crowd.]
Stalker: Yeah yeah… blah blah. Whatever, this piece of trash...
[Jason points at Rocko as he kneels down next to him.]
Stalker: He seriously thinks that i'm just going to simply let him become Number One Contender for the title that I KNOW I WILL WIN BEFORE HIM!! You see Rocko.. all that time away gave me much, much, thinking time. All my hatred for you is just one big happy ball now of revenge and their is no way you are going to slow down it's roll.
[Standing back up now Jason looks at the crowd.]
Stalker: You fans know what you truly want. You want someone willing to put their life on the line. AND THAT is what I AM ALL ABOUT! This piece of garbage right here thinks that by simply telling me what to do, I'll do it.
[Jason begins laughing to himself in a crazed manner.]
Stalker: We all know those kind of people... we all despise those kind of people. AND you my friend Rocko are just a pawn in my game. YES, MY GAME. Not yours, not Kin's, not JA's, hell not even that *****-ass champion Sean Stevens can think as twisted as me. Rocko… your memory serves only one purpose and that is to serve your little ego. Just like when you had your slut taser me last week. Just to stroke your ego. You are done with Otter boy. Welcome to my world!!
[Stalker drops the mic and poses for the fans as “I Did My Time” by Korn hits the PA. Looking proud of his work, he makes his way to the locker room area as Rocko crawls out of the ring. As he gets to his feet on the outside, he bolts up the aisle after his attacker.]
DT: Strong words from Stalker, getting payback for what Rocko and Caitlyn did to him last week.
DM: This feud between the two of them is getting out of hand. I mean, it was seven years ago!
DT: Some things just never die, Dean.
MN: “Otter boy?” I thought Rocko was a wallaby!
DT: In any case, I’m being told that Kenny Lombardo is backstage right now with the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!
MN: Formerly the Crimson Calling!
DM: Ugh…
[We cut to backstage with Kenny Lombardo on the mic. To his right is the bearded, grinning face of the always-tripped-out “ESCAPE ARTIST” Erik Black, and on the left is the hulking block of pink muscle known as the “RAGING RUSSIAN” Ivan Dalkichev. The members of the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! look very proud of their actions.]
Lombardo: Hey guys, Kenny Lombardo here with the Chronic Collizion—
Black: Formerly the Crimson Calling, yo!
Lombardo: Right, right. Well guys, based on your interference in that last match, I guess it’s safe to say that you two aren’t letting the Proletariat off the hook after they escaped with their tag team titles at the last Aggression.
Black: DAMN STRAIGHT, Kenny G! I suppose the Proletariat THOUGHT they could get away, just like they thought they could get away with the image that WE created! But they thought WRONG! Tell ‘em how it is, Ivan…
Dalkichev: Lindsay Lohan… I VJORK YOU IN ASS!!
Black: No, NO, dude, we’re talking about the PROLE! The commie bastards that have our belts!
Dalkichev: OH…
LINDSAY LOHAN… I VJORK YOU IN ASS!!
[Growling like a caged animal, Ivan pounds his chest and walks off camera. Erik can only shake his head.]
Black: Nevermind, I’ll handle it…
We’re laying down the challenge right here, Kenny… we want those rip-off bastards at Black Dawn in the STEEL CAGE, with the titles that WE made famous on the line! Refuse our challenge, and we’ll make sure that tonight is only the first in a series of horrible events they can look forward to!
Ivan, wait up, you got my Burger King coupons!!
[Erik runs after Ivan as we cut back to ringside.]