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Dickey B. Doofus shambled out from backstage in his usual state; half in the bag and all ready to brawl. His facepaint, hastily slathered on his face, was still on his hands and smeared all over the mostly empty unmarked bottle in his hands. He tripped down the ramp, falling head over heels, tumbling down and landing in a sitting position. He looked around, shook his head, and threw the bottle to the ground as the refrain started again. The crowd both cheered for, reached for, and pulled away from him as he ran around the barricade, giving high fives and cracking wise with the fans before making his way up the steps to the ring. Attempting to step through the second rope he tripped, getting his leg tangled up in the ropes which he struggled with as his music wound down. When he managed to wrench his leg free, he stumbled back into the ropes, bounced off them, bounced back, and front flipped in the middle of the ring, falling flat on his face. He rolled onto his back, kicked up, and proclaimed to the crowd "TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Dickey watched him approach, sneaking sips out of his flask and cheering out "Uuuu!" with the crowd. He hastily stored the flask in the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling it off to fully reveal the most hideous and ostentatious hawaiian shirt anyone had ever seen. When Omega got into the ring, he stumbled up to him and extended his hand for a shake; a drunk and a good sportsman is a very rare combination.

Dickey quickly accepted the lockup, catching him behind the head and on the arm. He over dramatically danced his legs up and down, leaping around as if some great and tumultuous contest were going on, when in reality he had yet to apply any serious pressure towards his opponent

The jokesters antics distracted only himself, allowing the headlock to take him by surprise. The takedown, however, would not be so easily achieved; he would plant his feet firmly and catch his own hands together, forming his arms into a loop that he placed just under Omega's back. He would use this to keep himself righted, and would attempt to use it with a wrench backwards to capitalize on his opponents attachment to himself in a rather unorthodox head-locked suplex of sorts.

Dickey rolled to his feet, took a bow, and then without warning... broke into song?

"I DRINK TILL I VOMIT
AND HIT LIKE A COMET
I'M DICKEY THE DRUNKEN CLOWN!!
HONK HONK!!!"

Truly his homage to Popeye the Sailor was more painful than that suplex ever could have been. He would cease goofing around, however, to raise a hand, offering a 'test of strength' to Omega.

Dickey would easily fall backwards, his drinking having seriously effected his balance, and would use this as an opportunity to put his feet to Omega's midsection in a monkey flip.

Dickey completed the flip and stood up, swaggered a bit, then threw up an elbow. He would attempt to bring said elbow crashing down on the midsection of the fallen Omega.