Random partners tag tournament

"Here's how it's going down," Scott announced. "According to temporary manager Lisa McVan's usual random whims..."
"Gee, Scott, should you go saying that?"
"We've got contracts for life, you crazy broad. And if they wanted a tame dork for commentary, they wouldn't have gotten a bastard like me who's been in the game long as I have. So if they want my informed opinion, I'm gettin' my shots in while I'm at it. So stop flappin' your lips and start flappin' those tits."
Debbie huffed and folded her arms under breasts, Scott smugly fixing his sunglasses.

"SO! We have here a pair of wheels. One listing faces, one heels. We spin em both and the two who come up are paired together. They'll face the other randomized teams til one's left, winning an extra ten thousand each this week."

"Also, the teams can't be disputed," Debbie added. "And anyone caught attacking their partner will be instantly disqualified, and may be docked pay at Miss McVan's uh..."
"Discretion."
"Yea! That's it!"
"Just spin the wheel, ya tart."