After the WWF had finally had enough of conservative advocacy group the Parent Television Councils lawsuits and constant attempts to remove their product from the airwaves (and make a few bucks for themselves into the bargain), the company decided to fight back...By launching its own counter-suit. ...But before the PTC had been shown up as a bunch of lying, opportunistic bigots with no sense of humour (they were eventually forced to pay Vinny Mac and co $3.5 Million in an out-of-court settlement), the WWF decided to take the p!ss out of them, by creating the Right To Censor stable. The RTC (see what they did there?), led by Steven Richards, were a group of self righteous moral crusaders on a (kayfabe) mission to clean up the WWFs edgy, salacious content. At first, it was quite entertaining. Some Diva would be about to give in to her exhibitionist tendencies and expose her man-made mammaries to the capacity crowd, when Richards and co would storm down to the ring and censor her. Unfortunately for the fans, it just didnt end there. After attempting to censor hardcore matches, naked boobies, bad language (and anything else that the teenage male fan demographic might be inclined to enjoy) for several long months, the RTC carelessly transitioned from being playfully annoying, to just painfully annoying. ...They just never, ever lost. Ever. Each week it seemed as if they were about to get their comeuppance and each week, they inexplicably won. It just never seemed to end. The RTC were so heavily featured and booked so strongly that any match featuring them became a foregone conclusion. To make matters worse, the RTC began co-opting some of the WWFs more enjoyable, outlandish characters into their dull, aggressively predictable stable. The Godfather, pimp-daddy extraordinaire, became re-branded as The Goodfather. Val Venis, the (kayfabe) former adult film star-turned wrestler amended his saucy ways and even The Kat, perennial WWF eye candy of the time, ended up swelling their ranks (and keeping her, ahem, biscuits firmly in the tin in the process). At times, it almost seemed as if the real-life PTC had gotten their wish and homogenized all WWF TV with their sanitized, whitewashed, Bible-bashing nonsense. By the time Undertaker did us all a favour and whipped Richards ass, the RTCs reign of terror had come to resemble that bad joke that your annoying friend repeats, ad nauseum, each time hoping for a laugh that will never, ever come.