Post by wifebeater on May 26, 2008 8:31:01 GMT -5
Smack My Bitch Up by Prodigy hits and Wifebeater stumbes out onto the stage. He lifts up a beer and pours it down his throat, and then falls down onto the stage. A microphone is pulled from his pants.
Wifebeater: Ahh, fuck it. Come World War 2008 I'm gunna kick the ever loving fuck out of Mysterious X, his boyfriend Black Tyger, and his gay manlove servant Legend. I'm gonna fuck em all up, win the title again, and then fire Legend again. It's gonna be fuckin good.
Wifebeater sits up.
Wifebeater: The bad news is that when I win that dman title then I won't be able to make anymore executive decison, cause you can't be owner or commisioner and champion. That's okay though, cause I'm making a match for the show after World War 2008, and it's a doozy.
Wifebeater stumbles around and gets to his feet. He points into the air.
Wifebeater: Imagine this: Wifebeater vs. Mysterious X..loser can never wrestle again! How's that sound? Sounds good to me. That'll end this goddamn power feud between us, and then one person can be permanent power, and the other can be a full time wrestler. How's that X?..it's doesn't fuckin matter! I make decions while I'm commish, adn you can't fuckig overturn them you fat cunt. The only problem is I hvave to decide which I like more: running the company or the pussy I get for bein champ...I guess youll just hve to wait and see what I choose.
The fans chant Wifebeater as he stumbles backstage.
Wifebeater: Ahh, fuck it. Come World War 2008 I'm gunna kick the ever loving fuck out of Mysterious X, his boyfriend Black Tyger, and his gay manlove servant Legend. I'm gonna fuck em all up, win the title again, and then fire Legend again. It's gonna be fuckin good.
Wifebeater sits up.
Wifebeater: The bad news is that when I win that dman title then I won't be able to make anymore executive decison, cause you can't be owner or commisioner and champion. That's okay though, cause I'm making a match for the show after World War 2008, and it's a doozy.
Wifebeater stumbles around and gets to his feet. He points into the air.
Wifebeater: Imagine this: Wifebeater vs. Mysterious X..loser can never wrestle again! How's that sound? Sounds good to me. That'll end this goddamn power feud between us, and then one person can be permanent power, and the other can be a full time wrestler. How's that X?..it's doesn't fuckin matter! I make decions while I'm commish, adn you can't fuckig overturn them you fat cunt. The only problem is I hvave to decide which I like more: running the company or the pussy I get for bein champ...I guess youll just hve to wait and see what I choose.
The fans chant Wifebeater as he stumbles backstage.
