Help Me Rhonda by The Beach Boys
(*knock at the door*)
Mike Check: Oh no, I don’t know if I take much more of this? (*opens door*) Well, who might you be feller?
Triple H: I’m Triple H, the C.O.O. of WWE, the Cerebral Assassin, the King of Kings-ah! I don’t know what your deal is old man with Sting, but you better stop sending people to come after me or I’m gonna kick your ass-ah!
Mike Check: I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about there feller, but I don’t know “Sting”, or any member of “The Police” for that matter! And ole Mike’s had Robots, Time-Traveling Doctors, and Huey Lewis, mistake me for…wait are you that “Triple A” character they’re all talking about?
Triple H: That’s Triple H-ah! And those guys? I defeated them all! Just like I defeated Sting at Wrestlemania-h! And you know why? Because I’m The Game-ah and I’m that…damn…good!
(*Triple H pulls a sledgehammer out of his jacket but Ronda Rousey comes out of nowhere and delivers a Judo toss to Triple H*)
Triple H: That’s it Ronda-h, just you wait! I’m…my wife Stephanie’s gonna kick your ass-ah next year (*runs away*)
Mike Check: Why thank you, you just saved my life there feller.
Ronda Rousey: Who are you calling feller?
Mike Check: You’re…a filly? Well, of course there, no feller could be that good lookin’. It’s fascinating that they allow women out of the kitchen these days to learn to fight? But (*flirts with Ronda*) while you’re here, why don’t you toss ole Mike on the floor and we could have a wrestling match of our own?
Ronda Rousey: (*gives Mike a death stare but then smiles*) Okay. (*puts Mike Check in an Arm-Bar*)
Mike Check: Help! I give up! Sorry there!
Ronda Rousey: Whatever? (*Rhonda releases the hold and then leaves*)
Mike Check: Ouch! I guess the Beach Boys weren’t singing about receiving help from THIS Rhonda in this next song here on…THE, ouch, MACK-ER!