Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 15:20:15 GMT -5
Because Bill gates deserves to be crushed by a stampeding herd of zebras, this is the second time P has had to write this intro. Accordingly, if it sucks monkey fuck, blame that multibillion-dollar gangly-toothed nerdlinger.
So anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, it’s the GIW Arena. Though the building can seat over ten thousand, tonight it has barely 50. And these 50 people are scattered randomly throughout the arena, rather than all sitting at the front section. Why? Well I haven’t asked ‘em, so I wouldn’t fuckin’ know. But I’d guess it’d be because the performance from the show’s hosts from last week still rings fresh in their mind’s and they aren’t looking to be swamped by any projectile bodily fluids.
In the ring things don’t get any less disturbing. The greasy teen in his KFC uniform stands in the centre, accompanied by some old man throat cancer patient with one of those freaky ass robotic things that he has to stick in his neck in order to talk. You ever seen Scary Movie 3? It pwns.
Cancer Patient: Rez zeee zum booood!
KFC Guy: Grandpa, I accidentally picked at my acne again. Now I’m oozing puss!
Well, that’s guaranteed to alienate both cancer patients and geeks with skin conditions. 50 could be a stretch. Anyway, The GIW Tag Team Champions are noticeably absent.
A brief cut to Big B desperately trying to outrun The Tumbler, while Brandon sits behind the wheel, laughing maniacally.
Another brief cut, this time to Alex Kiseragi feasting on the blood of a small child, in his Cave Of Ultimate Destruction.
No, no, not those Tag Team Champions. The guys I’m looking for are… hey, they’re seated in the front row! Swaying from side-to-side, leaning on each other for support are Andy Savana and Declan Prescott.
Declan: I think I’mma barf…
Andy: I bet I can barf further!
Declan: You wish nigga! Check this shit out!
Thankfully, the Globatron now lights up, distracting The GIW Tag Team Champions from their demented contest. A figure, their identity cloaked in shadow, stands in a dimly lit office room. Behind them are a collection of other shadowy figures of varying shapes and sizes, but all looking equally sinister. The main figure clears his throat and speaks, his voice distorted by one of those things kidnappers always use when speaking on the phone.
Figure: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We are the board of directors for GIW. You may simply refer to us as, ‘The Board’. In the absence of a demented, homicidal, 50 Cent wannabe penguin, we figured two drunk bums would put on an equally bad show for you all to be disappointed by. Now, you may be wondering why we are hiding our identity. Well, Travis said there could be no major storyline developments in his absence, so you’ll just have to fuckin’ deal. Now suck my fat one.
Seemingly touched by the shadow’s speech, with tears in their eyes, the GIW Tag team Champions climb over the safety barrier and fall face first to the floor.
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Okay, they’re still on the floor…
Declan: Hey Andy.
Andy: Yeah bro.
Declan: Think it’s natural to itch this much?
Andy: Nigga, don’t say shit like that. Last thing we want is to encourage Mikey D to post another pic from his family photo album. Quick, do something to distract him!
Declan climbs into the ring and breaks his liquor bottle over Grandpa’s skull.
Grandpa: Zaaaarr.
KFC Guy: The fuck you do that for?! He was gonna buy me a motorised scooter!
Declan: …
Andy: …
Audience: …
Andy, Declan and Audience: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Declan: This kid’s alright. Maybe we should replace Ted with this guy.
Andy: He reminds me of a kid at school. We called him ‘Wally Who Rapes Rabbits Behind The Bushes’ because his name was Wally and he used to grape rabbits behind the bushes.
Declan: You went to school?
Andy: I never said it was my school.
“DON’T YOU GUYS EVER SHUT UP?!”
JK is now standing on the entrance way, looking angered and ready to fight.
JK: I’m pretty sure these people didn’t pay to see you two throw up on each other and listen to Andy’s rabbit abuse! They came to see a fight! And that’s exactly what I’m gonna give them!
JK begins marching down the entrance ramp, as the fans start to show some interest for the first time since the show began.
Declan: Wait, who is that guy?
Andy: Fucked if I know. I’m more interested in finding out how he knows my name used to be Wally.
JK slides into the ring and charges at The GIW Tag Team Champions full speed. He takes them both down with a double jumping clothesline. He’s quick to spring back to his feet, raising both his arms in the air. He then turns back to Declan and Andy, ready to continue his assault.
Except they’re both still laying motionless on the mat.
KFC Guy: Damn dude, I think you knocked ‘em out cold…
JK stands bewildered for several moments, before Vladimir Ulysys enters the ring. Not willing to go home without hurting someone, he simply starts attacking JK. He bashes him with a few fists, knocking him down. JK is dazed, as Vlad lifts him off the canvas into a gorilla press and throws him into the crowd. Or rather, into the empty seats. JK gets pretty twisted up upon landing and he’s pretty much dead now.
Vlad now pulls Throat Cancer Guy up and choke slams him all the way back to the terminal wing. He then pulls Andy up and big boots him back to the asylum. He then hoists up Declan and DDTs him back to writing halfway decent RPs.
Vlad salutes then shouts praise for his Momma Russia. The few fans don’t like that and decide that, since security is on break, most likely having the same brain enhancing surgery that the majority of the roster hopefully left to have, they can easily storm the ring. They all jump the safety barrier and charge for Vlad.
Things quickly turn into a Lord Of the Rings rip off, as Vlad is smashing the puny fans into the air, as they run at him, just like Sauron and the pathetic mortals at the start of the first film. Soon all the fans are pretty much quadriplegics and KFC Guy is too busy trying to resist the urge to take advantage of an unconscious chick with no tits.
But somehow JK is back in the ring and he’s kept one of the chair as a souvenir. BANG NIGGA! Right into Vlad’s head. The Russian only shakes the shot off and then grins, daring JK to hit him again. JK complies and BOOM NEGRO! The chair has now been monumentally fucked over Vlad’s head, but The Siberian Destroyer is still standing. Vlad than says it’s his turn, before booting the chair into JK. Except The Cyclone ducks, leaps onto the humungous pile of bodies and comes flying off with Flying Debris! And now Vlad is sent off his feet, going tumbling onto what’s left of Throat Cancer Guy.
JK covers, but there’s no count. KFC Guy is too busy burying his hands’ down no tits’ jeans. I’m still wondering how long it’s gonna take him to realise it’s just a man with long hair… and if he’ll care once he does.
Well, JK doesn’t like this. He pulls KFC guy up and The Cyclone over the top rope and into the steel ring steps. Out comes Dylan James’ Momma and it turns out she’s a squirrel! Oh, we were talking about that Dylan James. Cool. But Vlad is back up, during the distraction. He grabs JK and looks for the Order Of Lenin! JK is desperately trying to break free, but he can’t Wait! Now here’s Jasmine on the apron and Paul, who seems to have caught his shirt on the safety barrier, while he was heading down the ramp. He seems to be struggling valiantly against this oppression, but he’s out of his depth.
Jasmine on the other hand has managed to get Vlad’s attention. The big Russian tosses JK to the side and charges at Jasmine. She leaps from the apron just into time to avoid a massive clothesline, letting JK get the roll up from behind. ONE! TWO! THREE! I don’t know who taught this squirrel to count, but JK wins the match against his tag partner!
And since the medical team isn’t in the building, Bones has come out (since he lives in the GIW Arena) with a big ass broom and is sweeping the pile of bodies from the ring.
Declan: Can you sweep me back home? It’s only a few blocks.
So anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, it’s the GIW Arena. Though the building can seat over ten thousand, tonight it has barely 50. And these 50 people are scattered randomly throughout the arena, rather than all sitting at the front section. Why? Well I haven’t asked ‘em, so I wouldn’t fuckin’ know. But I’d guess it’d be because the performance from the show’s hosts from last week still rings fresh in their mind’s and they aren’t looking to be swamped by any projectile bodily fluids.
In the ring things don’t get any less disturbing. The greasy teen in his KFC uniform stands in the centre, accompanied by some old man throat cancer patient with one of those freaky ass robotic things that he has to stick in his neck in order to talk. You ever seen Scary Movie 3? It pwns.
Cancer Patient: Rez zeee zum booood!
KFC Guy: Grandpa, I accidentally picked at my acne again. Now I’m oozing puss!
Well, that’s guaranteed to alienate both cancer patients and geeks with skin conditions. 50 could be a stretch. Anyway, The GIW Tag Team Champions are noticeably absent.
A brief cut to Big B desperately trying to outrun The Tumbler, while Brandon sits behind the wheel, laughing maniacally.
Another brief cut, this time to Alex Kiseragi feasting on the blood of a small child, in his Cave Of Ultimate Destruction.
No, no, not those Tag Team Champions. The guys I’m looking for are… hey, they’re seated in the front row! Swaying from side-to-side, leaning on each other for support are Andy Savana and Declan Prescott.
Declan: I think I’mma barf…
Andy: I bet I can barf further!
Declan: You wish nigga! Check this shit out!
Thankfully, the Globatron now lights up, distracting The GIW Tag Team Champions from their demented contest. A figure, their identity cloaked in shadow, stands in a dimly lit office room. Behind them are a collection of other shadowy figures of varying shapes and sizes, but all looking equally sinister. The main figure clears his throat and speaks, his voice distorted by one of those things kidnappers always use when speaking on the phone.
Figure: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We are the board of directors for GIW. You may simply refer to us as, ‘The Board’. In the absence of a demented, homicidal, 50 Cent wannabe penguin, we figured two drunk bums would put on an equally bad show for you all to be disappointed by. Now, you may be wondering why we are hiding our identity. Well, Travis said there could be no major storyline developments in his absence, so you’ll just have to fuckin’ deal. Now suck my fat one.
Seemingly touched by the shadow’s speech, with tears in their eyes, the GIW Tag team Champions climb over the safety barrier and fall face first to the floor.
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Okay, they’re still on the floor…
Declan: Hey Andy.
Andy: Yeah bro.
Declan: Think it’s natural to itch this much?
Andy: Nigga, don’t say shit like that. Last thing we want is to encourage Mikey D to post another pic from his family photo album. Quick, do something to distract him!
Declan climbs into the ring and breaks his liquor bottle over Grandpa’s skull.
Grandpa: Zaaaarr.
KFC Guy: The fuck you do that for?! He was gonna buy me a motorised scooter!
Declan: …
Andy: …
Audience: …
Andy, Declan and Audience: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Declan: This kid’s alright. Maybe we should replace Ted with this guy.
Andy: He reminds me of a kid at school. We called him ‘Wally Who Rapes Rabbits Behind The Bushes’ because his name was Wally and he used to grape rabbits behind the bushes.
Declan: You went to school?
Andy: I never said it was my school.
“DON’T YOU GUYS EVER SHUT UP?!”
JK is now standing on the entrance way, looking angered and ready to fight.
JK: I’m pretty sure these people didn’t pay to see you two throw up on each other and listen to Andy’s rabbit abuse! They came to see a fight! And that’s exactly what I’m gonna give them!
JK begins marching down the entrance ramp, as the fans start to show some interest for the first time since the show began.
Declan: Wait, who is that guy?
Andy: Fucked if I know. I’m more interested in finding out how he knows my name used to be Wally.
JK slides into the ring and charges at The GIW Tag Team Champions full speed. He takes them both down with a double jumping clothesline. He’s quick to spring back to his feet, raising both his arms in the air. He then turns back to Declan and Andy, ready to continue his assault.
Except they’re both still laying motionless on the mat.
KFC Guy: Damn dude, I think you knocked ‘em out cold…
JK stands bewildered for several moments, before Vladimir Ulysys enters the ring. Not willing to go home without hurting someone, he simply starts attacking JK. He bashes him with a few fists, knocking him down. JK is dazed, as Vlad lifts him off the canvas into a gorilla press and throws him into the crowd. Or rather, into the empty seats. JK gets pretty twisted up upon landing and he’s pretty much dead now.
Vlad now pulls Throat Cancer Guy up and choke slams him all the way back to the terminal wing. He then pulls Andy up and big boots him back to the asylum. He then hoists up Declan and DDTs him back to writing halfway decent RPs.
Vlad salutes then shouts praise for his Momma Russia. The few fans don’t like that and decide that, since security is on break, most likely having the same brain enhancing surgery that the majority of the roster hopefully left to have, they can easily storm the ring. They all jump the safety barrier and charge for Vlad.
Things quickly turn into a Lord Of the Rings rip off, as Vlad is smashing the puny fans into the air, as they run at him, just like Sauron and the pathetic mortals at the start of the first film. Soon all the fans are pretty much quadriplegics and KFC Guy is too busy trying to resist the urge to take advantage of an unconscious chick with no tits.
But somehow JK is back in the ring and he’s kept one of the chair as a souvenir. BANG NIGGA! Right into Vlad’s head. The Russian only shakes the shot off and then grins, daring JK to hit him again. JK complies and BOOM NEGRO! The chair has now been monumentally fucked over Vlad’s head, but The Siberian Destroyer is still standing. Vlad than says it’s his turn, before booting the chair into JK. Except The Cyclone ducks, leaps onto the humungous pile of bodies and comes flying off with Flying Debris! And now Vlad is sent off his feet, going tumbling onto what’s left of Throat Cancer Guy.
JK covers, but there’s no count. KFC Guy is too busy burying his hands’ down no tits’ jeans. I’m still wondering how long it’s gonna take him to realise it’s just a man with long hair… and if he’ll care once he does.
Well, JK doesn’t like this. He pulls KFC guy up and The Cyclone over the top rope and into the steel ring steps. Out comes Dylan James’ Momma and it turns out she’s a squirrel! Oh, we were talking about that Dylan James. Cool. But Vlad is back up, during the distraction. He grabs JK and looks for the Order Of Lenin! JK is desperately trying to break free, but he can’t Wait! Now here’s Jasmine on the apron and Paul, who seems to have caught his shirt on the safety barrier, while he was heading down the ramp. He seems to be struggling valiantly against this oppression, but he’s out of his depth.
Jasmine on the other hand has managed to get Vlad’s attention. The big Russian tosses JK to the side and charges at Jasmine. She leaps from the apron just into time to avoid a massive clothesline, letting JK get the roll up from behind. ONE! TWO! THREE! I don’t know who taught this squirrel to count, but JK wins the match against his tag partner!
And since the medical team isn’t in the building, Bones has come out (since he lives in the GIW Arena) with a big ass broom and is sweeping the pile of bodies from the ring.
Declan: Can you sweep me back home? It’s only a few blocks.