|07-12-2005, 09:06 PM||#122|
My Opinion Matters
HurriPimp- Got me some HurriPimpin to do.
HurriPimp- Holy PMS! Bitch you betta reckonize.
Woman- Excuse me!?
HurriPimp- Hmmm...you gotta nice rack. You ever think of puttin your body to work? I think you could do well for yourself
*Remy walks in*
Remy- Wait just a minute here HurriPimp, we had an agreement now, don't pimp out my customers.
HurriPimp- Heh heh heh all right all right.
Remr- Here ya go hun, that should be all the party you need tonight
Remy- All right now on to more important things. We got the self proclaimed King Of Cool , and his latino sidekick this Nitro.
HurriPimp- Yeah yeah I get it, we do the standard "softening up" bit for Adrian and JDogg's title match.
Remy- Exactly, but don't get discouraged, I'm pretty sure that after this Nitro, we'll be having our own matches at The Bulge.
HurriPimp- Why what's the plan?
Remy- Well ya see I-- *knocking at the door*- Who is it?
**Owendust walks in**
Remy- Well look who it is, what can I get ya?
HurriPimp- Or even better, who can I get for ya?
Remy- Lay off man he's obviously here to buy from me.
HurriPimp- How would you know? All right man spill it whattaya need?
Owendust- CLICK HERE TO HEAR OWENDUST SPEAK!
Remy- Ahhhh dude!
HurriPimp- K forget us then man, you need the vending machine down the hall.
Last edited by RemyRed; 07-12-2005 at 09:20 PM.
|07-13-2005, 01:40 AM||#125|
Corky Makes His Feud with Shaggy Personal
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Plenty of boos as The Horsemen's music hits and Corkscrewed makes his way to the ring.
RANDOM FAN: Hey you suck CORK!!!
CORK: No, you're a homo!!!
After posing, Corkscrewed grabs a mic and begins to talk, clearly looking like he means business.
CORK: It's not often I come out here and grace you pathetic people with my glorious presence...
CORK: ...but I have a few things to say, so shut your fat food holes and listen to what I have to say!!
CROWD: YOU SUCK CORK! YOU SUCK CORK!
CORK: I am NOT in the mood!!!
CROWD: CORK'S GONE MAD!! CORK'S GONE MAD!!
MADMAN: (watching from a TNA TV)
CORK: Shaggy, I listened to that interview backstage. And it's typical, pathetic you. Playing up to the crowd. Acting meek and humble. Pretending like you're a meek human being.
CORK: Well you make me sick!!!
CORK: You see, I saw through that veiled shot at me. You're proud of becoming the first person ever to pin me. In fact, you're overjoyed that you, a pathetic scrub from TNA, humiliated me, NCW's hottest bachelor AND this company's most unstoppable force!!!
CORK: I'll bet you enjoyed yourself, didn't you? Well you know what? That loss has been EATING ME UP inside! And you've signed your death warrant, Shaggy, because I will not stop until your life is a living HELL!!!
CROWD: CORKY GOT PINNED! CORKY GOT PINNED!
CORK: SHUT UP YOU PEONS!!!!
CROWD: MVP!!! MVP!!!
CORK: You see, this has become personal. You may not have known it, but you made it personal. And now you're going to suffer the consequences. You want to mess with me personally? I'll mess with you personally.
CORK: SPLAYA! Bring out the first example!!!
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Splaya waltzes cockily out, and behind him staggers the protesting form of Cheetah, her hair firm in Splaya's grasp. Shaggy's girlfriend struggles to free herself, but to no avail.
Meanwhile, Corky takes off his jacket as if to indicate what may come.
Splaya brings Cheetah into the ring in front of Cork, who picks up the mic he just dropped to address her.
CORK: Now, normally, I'm opposed to violence against women...
CHEETAH: Shaggy's going to save me...
CORK: ... but you're not a woman... you're a SLUT!!!
Cheetah spits in Cork's face, but the Animal merely smiles.
CORK: Heheh... now I don't feel so bad about this at all. Splaya?
PKO on Cheetah!!!
The crowd litters the ring with random stuff and boos as Cork and Splaya look at Cheetah lying lifeless in the ring.
CORK: SHAGGY! I HOPE YOU'RE WATCHING! KNOW THAT MY ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS!!!
Cork picks up a prone Cheetah from the mat...
SPLAYA: (in mock concern) No, Corky! Don't do it! Think of Tristy!!!
CORK: Tristy's occupied. Hey Shaggy... I got your girl between my legs... something tells me she's familiar with that position.
Without any look of mercy, Cork lifts Cheetah up...
and delivers a MASSIVE CORKBOMB to Cheetah!!!!!
The job take care of, Cork and Splaya walk back up the ring and pose as medics check on Cheetah.
Cork then does a dance as if to celebrate and rub it in.
Last edited by Corkscrewed; 07-14-2005 at 12:24 AM.
|07-13-2005, 05:04 AM||#126|
So long, Eddie! miss you.
*'Get in the Ring' by 'Guns' and Roses' begins to play and the crowd begin booing. As it plays, a certain superstar makes his way onto the stage.*
Crowd: "YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK."
*Adrian Moore enters the ring and grabs a mic, preparing to talk*
Adrian Moore: "Who the hell do you people (fans) think you are? I come out here, and you...you...FOOLS, say that I suck? How dare you!? I have no gribe, no grievance, no angst towards you people, yet straight away you people begin offending me! You people disgust me!"
Adrian Moore: "Anyway, listen up people. I am out here tonight to talk to someone. I am facing this man in a short period of time. Seymour, get your ass out here!"
Crowd: SEY-MOUR, SEY-MOUR, SEY-MOUR!
*The arena suddenly goes black as the crowd cheers even louder. Suddenly the lights turn back on again to reveal someone in the ring with Adrian Moore.*
*The crowd cheers as Adrian Moore turns around and sees Seymour. Seymour looks in a threatening mood as he grabs a mic*
Seymour: "I had to surprise you Adrian Moore, because, at the moment, I don't trust you! You have attacked alot of good men in the fed so far, so I wanted to surprise you to ensure I wouldn't be jumped from behind."
Adrian Moore: "Oh, I see. Seymour, you don't trust me. Fair enough. Well, thats hardly surprising, I mean, why should you trust me? I mean, its clear that Jabba doesn't trust me to be anything more than a midcard wrestler. Jabba and HHHitler don't trust J-Dogg to be the rightful world champ, and he doesn't trust Remy or Hurripimp to carry this fed, so why would you trust me Seymour. In fact Seymour, thats a rhetorical question."
*Adrian Moore continues speaking*
Adrian Moore: "In fact, the powers that be seem unable to trust alot of people in this fed. Instead, they trust invaders, frauds, has-beens, instead of giving people like you and I a real go here in NCW. Why the hell would our general manager become someone who showed barely any alliance to this fed. In fact, the cock, reguarly bagged this fed! he wanted to this fed dead, and now, now, he is one of the most powerful people in NCW!
*Adrian Moore continues*
Adrian Moore: "Face it Seymour, just as you say you don't trust me, its also the case that no one will ever trust the original members of NCW. Myself, yourself, the current tag team champs, they'll never be given any trust, I can promise you that! Seymour, that is why I brought you out here."
Seymour: "Adrian, its been a long day, I don't know where the hell you're going with this, and frankly, I don't really care."
Adrian Moore: "Seymour...YOU WILL CARE, when I tell you about what is really happening in this fed! You see Seymour, I am a fan of yours, maybe the biggest...hmmm, no, I'm not the biggest, but I do recognise good work when I see it, and you my friend, do good work! And yet, you are constantly in the shadow of one man. One man is always at the front of the MIC's photos. One man is always the first to be interviewed when you guys have a big win and one man, just one man, steals all the limelight away from the other three members of MIC."
Seymour: "You don't mean...Cool King?"
Adrian Moore: "NO! No, of course I don't mean Cool King. I'm talking about, Lou P Daight! Whenever anyone thinks of MIC, they think of one man. Face it Seymour, its a one man band, and LPD is the only member. You my friend, are only along for the ride! And once Lou P Daight gets what he wants, he gonna toss you away, just as he did with Baldy McFatterson, god rest his soul, just as he did in his collaboration with Writer's Block, but I guess I'm just telling you stuff you already know."
Seymour: "Moore, you're full of crap!"
Crowd: *Cheers* SEY-MOUR, SEY-MOUR, SEY-MOUR
*Adrian Moore laughs slightly*
Adrian Moore: "Hmmm, makes you think though doesn't it. I can see by the expression in your face Seymour, that you're thinking about what I'm saying. You may not admit it, in fact, you probably won't, but the fact remains, what I have said here to you tonight, has touched a nerve. You are thinking to yourself, 'is Adrian Moore right?, maybe I am being held back.'"
*Seymour looks unimpressed by what Adrian Moore is saying*
Seymour: "Now you listen to me Moore! The one reason why MIC are so successful, and will continue to be so successful, is the closeness that we have to each other! You see, unlike your group of bandits, we have friendship bonding us together. That makes us stronger! That makes us more successful, and ultimatly, thats why we have 3 belts in our stable, and OSI have none!"
Adrian Moore: "BULLCRAP! Utter and total rubbish! We have no belts because we are held down! The difference is, we have realised we are being held down, whilst you Seymour, and Cool King and Marcyo, you people haven't realised it yet! And the force that holds you down, is the cancer within your own group!"
Seymour: "You don't know what the hell you're talking about!"
*Seymour leaves the ring and goes to walk up the ramp, as his entrance music begins to play. Adrian Moore is talking over the entrance music*
Adrian Moore: "Wait! WAIT SEYMOUR! STOP!"
*Seymour's theme music is still playing as Seymour continues walking towards the back*
Adrian Moore: "SEYMOUR!!! Do you trust Lou P Daight? Don't you wanna see the surprise?!?!?!"
*Seymour gingerly turns around and stares at Moore*
Adrian Moore: "Seymour, you may not recognise what Lou P Daight is doing to MIC, but the OSI recognise it all to clear. If you look at the HitlerTron, you will see how me, and the rest of Old School Impact are working to solve your dilemma."
*Seymour has a mic in his hand*
Seymour: "Moore, I'm sick of these pathetic mindgames! Look, Lou P Daight is the leader of MIC, but we are all recognised as being part of MIC."
Adrian Moore: "Yes, but, if you want a bigger part, I can get it for you. All you need to do is view the HitlerTron."
*Seymour thinks it over for a second*
Seymour: "Moore, I don't want a bigger part to play, but I am curious about what you want to show me on the HitlerTron."
*Seymour comes back towards the ring and looks up at the HitlerTron*
*A still image is shown on the HitlerTron*
Adrian Moore: "Right, show the first image."
*Wolf whistles and cheering are heard from the crowd*
Adrian Moore: "Wow! That's Angelina's wedding dress! She looks great, doesn't she Seymour?"
Seymour: "Yeah, so...whats your point!"
Adrian Moore: "Lets look at a few more."
Adrian Moore: "And..."
Adrian Moore: "HOT! DAMN HOT! But wait, the best of all is coming up...
Adrian Moore: "Yummy!"
Seymour: "I don't have time for this. I gotta get ready to kick your ass on Nitro this week!
Adrian Moore: "10 outta 10..."
Adrian Moore: "Oh, the happy couple..."
Adrian Moore: "Oops....how did that get in there..."
*Seymour is not happy*
Seymour: "What the hell is that!"
Adrian Moore: "Oh, nothing, lets look at more pics"
Seymour: "NO! What the hell is going on! Whats that pic dong there?!?"
Adrian Moore: "I dunno, its just a selection of photos of Angelina."
Seymour: "Yeah, right...tell me what the hell is going on!"
Adrian Moore: "Well, I dunno what you mean, she's on Hurripimps shoulders...hasn't Lou told you...?"
Seymour: "Told me...told me what?"
Adrian Moore: "Well...that Angelina is one of our personal financeers...she works for a member of our stable..."
*Adrian Moore nods*
Adrian Moore: "Oh, what, you didn't know Angelina was a whore?!?! Did someone, maybe her soon to be husband, fail to tell you that? Oh, seems like you can't trust him either!"
Seymour: "This is crap, Angelina is no whore! She's a nice girl, marrying my friend Lou P Daight."
*Adrian Moore points back at Seymour*
Adrian Moore: "Yeah, maybe you're right. But maybe, just maybe, you're wrong, and maybe, all that stuff people have said about her past, is right...so, do you trust LPD still?"
*Seymour begins walking back up the ramp*
Adrian Moore: "Listen Seymour, you are partly right...she is a nice girl. However, she is a whore! And she WORKS, FOR US!!!"
*Adrian Moore begins laughing*
Adrian Moore: "And the best part about this, is that you had no idea! You trust Lou P Daight, and Angelina, and yet the whole time, Angelina is helping finance Old School Impact."
*Seymour glares at Adrian Moore as he walks backwards*
Adrian Moore: "And another thing Seymour...No, you shouldn't trust me!"
*With that, Remy and J-Dogg quickly run down the aisle at Seymour, throw him in the ring and bagin beating him*
Adrian Moore shouts at a hurt Seymour as the crowd is booing: "Seymour! I'll see you Monday, then the week after, that crusierweight title will be part of Old School Impact."
*Suddenly, MIC's music hits. As quickly as they can, J-Dogg, Remy and Adrian Moore run out of the ring and over the barrier, into the crowd. They wait standing in the crowd, as the crowd begins to laugh at OSI being scared after only hearing MIC's music*
Crowd: "YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK!"
Last edited by Aussie Skier; 07-13-2005 at 05:28 AM.
|07-13-2005, 02:05 PM||#132|
Yipee Kai Yay!!!
***Tristy Stands in the ring with a mic ready to do some NCW work***
***Tristy is interrupted as The End of Heartache begins to play and Shaggy makes his way to the ring***
***The crowd cheer as Shaggy gets in the ring and stares at Tristy***
***Shaggy walks over and takes the mic from a rather frightened Tristy***
Shaggy: "Corkscrewed wants to come out here and make it personal huh. Well I hope hes happy hes done it. He comes out here and slams Cheetah into the mat and he just laughs about it."
Shaggy: "Well lets see if hes laughing after this!"
***Tristy starts to lower her head in fear as the crowd starts to go crazy***
***Shaggy looks at the crowd and thinks for a second***
Shaggy: "You know what...Im not gonna hurt you. You see I shouldnt have to lower my standards to that of Corkscrewed to get my point across. Im not gonna hurt a girl just to get some attention. Im gonna take my frustrations out on him on Nitro...that way he can bitch even more when I pin him twice."
***Shaggy turns around when suddenly........***
JG: "Where the hell did Corkscrewed come from!!!"
JG: "Oh My God....Hes Out of it!"
|07-13-2005, 03:06 PM||#135|
And sorry Angelina, but that's how the Horsemen roll.
I mean sorry Angelina, but you'll have to get a replacement.
Either that or she can be wheeled in on a wheelchair.
|07-13-2005, 03:11 PM||#136|
You know... I just realized... it would have been hilarious if Shaggy HAD taken out Tristy, like because he'd snapped.
Cuz that would have left Angelina without any partners for her match and only one bridesmaid (whose baby is due at any time) for her wedding!
Poor Angie... caught in the middle of a NCDub war.
|07-13-2005, 03:13 PM||#137|
Yipee Kai Yay!!!
I was gonna have abunch of pictures like the kick and then you getting ready for it but I couldnt find the pics and figured you would understand it all anyways....
Yea...now that I think of it....perhaps that was all just a dream...perhaps Tristy will get taken out....
|07-13-2005, 03:20 PM||#139|
Viva la Raza
ITíS TIME! ITíS TIME, ESSE!
ITíS MARCYO TIME!
We see Seymour backstage in the MIC locker room.
The camera de-zooms a little as another member enters the locker room.
Marcyo: And I donít remember anything happening after that chair shot... that J Dogg guy hit it hard... Seymour?
Marcyo: What are you doing, holmes? Are you all right?
Seymour: Yeah. Just trying out a new form of meditation.
Marcyo: Ok. Um, Seymour, you donít believe what Moore says, huh?
Marcyo: Look, man... MIC isnít a one-man stable, esse... Not at all...
Seymour: Yeah, well, why?
Marcyo: Well... Moore says that Lou is taking the spotlight, which isnít true at all... I mean, Angelina apart, whoís the only MIC member who doesnít have a belt?
Seymour: Yeah, and about Angelina...
Marcyo: Come on. Donít tell me you believe what Moore says. I know where this pic came from, holmes.
Seymour: Heh, shoot.
Marcyo: Easy. They photoshopped it. Look at these pics I just made, holmes.
Marcyo: This is the pic.
Marcyo: But look, I KNOW they photoshopped this. Hurri-Pimp and Fattey-Pimp could have been carrying, I donít know, look at this pic, it could have been Outsider...
Marcyo: Or even, a camel...
Marcyo: Hell, it could have been Big Zylla!
Seymour: What makes you think this isnít a real picture?
At the same moment, the door opens and another member enters, not noticed by Seymour and Marcyo.
Marcyo: So... Say what you want... I know that Angie isnít a whore, holmes.
Seymour: Yeah... Yeah. Youíre right. Iím stupid. Doubting about her because of Moore... Nah, Angie is a great girl.
She exits, still not seen by Marcyo and Seymour, who is getting to his feet.
Marcyo: Meditation done?
Seymour: Yeah. Hey, open the TV. I wanna see whoís in the ring right now.
Marcyo opens the TV.
Marcyo: Um, nope, esse. Itís Outsider and Disturbed in the ring right now.
Seymour: All right.
|07-13-2005, 03:43 PM||#140|
OOC: Tristy is a loyal puppy, so when she heard that Corky had powerbombed her good friend Cheetah, she refused to believe it. For some reason, the even was never televised, and she claimed that the pictures were simply photoshopped. She wasn't there at the time Cork did his heinous deed, so it couldn't have happened. Besides, "her Corky" would never do that.
Just what was she doing at the time though? Read on to find out.
This event takes place before Shaggy's promo.
Tristy is seen at walking around in some neighborhood, looking for a house.
TRISTY: Lets see... 65 Eiffel Street. Yup, this is the one. This is the same house that Corky's address book thingy told me where that weird mean girl Zhanna would be living why is she mad at me anyway I never did anything to her like pull her hair or sleep with her boyfriend unless I didn't know he was her boyfriend at the time because that happens sometimes but if that was the case she would have said so and she just said she doesn't like me because I talk too much I don't talk that much anyway my sister is a lot louder than me oh dear I'm blabbing again and there's no one around this time...
Tristy walks up to the house in question and rings the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opens.
ZHANNA: You! Bitch, what are you doing here at my house???? You want to get your butt kicked early?
TRISTY: Um.... are you Zhanna?
TRISTY: Oh! You must be cuz you're all angry to see me and you called me that bad word even though I was just ringing your doorbell I don't really see why you hate me I just want to be your friend and all why can't we just get along all my girlfriends like me and some really like me and we can take showers together and it's really relaxing because we make each other feel good in that special way and--
ZHANNA: EW!!! You're gross!!!! You came all the way to my house just to tell me you want to have lesbian sex with me??? Get the hell away from here now or I'll beat you to pieces before our match on Nitro!!!
TRISTY: Oh... well, I wanted to be friends but Corky told me to do this so I have to I guess you'll be mad but you already were so it won't matter....
TRISTY: That's for calling me bad names and hurting my feelings!!!!
Tristy quickly runs away from the house as Zhanna stands there steaming mad.
|07-13-2005, 03:57 PM||#141|
CORK: Hey, I'm kinda worried about Marcyo. He used to be a puny runt, but there's something different about him.
CORK: Yeah... he's gotten a LOT bigger.
CORK: Yeah, at this rate, even my size advantage won't hold. I mean, take a look at this screencap from security footage of the MIC lockerroom:
SPLAYA: At this rate, he'll have to change his name to Giant Guerrero!!!
CORK: Yeah. Scary, isn't it?
|07-13-2005, 04:00 PM||#142|
SPLAYA: Wait, you got this from a MIC lockerroom security camera?
SPLAYA: They have cameras inside that lockerroom?
SPLAYA: Hey... you think they have video of Angelina changing and showing all?
CORK: ..... I mean, I thought you hate Angelina!
SPLAYA: Um... yeah, of course, but I was gonna record the video and distribute it over the internet and make money.
|07-13-2005, 04:56 PM||#146|
No, I'm playing up to "I've gone to Hollywood, BRB". Gotta keep it real, and there is only so much Lucas is willing to show the public before the official release of the film.
|07-13-2005, 05:14 PM||#148|
you know what my time was really limited today. couldn't get on til after 3. gotta leave in less than an hour.
But man man man Slim is feelin on fire. He has somethin to say to all those guys in the hardcore match.
Also expect promos form my other characters that I have a hand on.
TOMORROW I LIGHT UP NCW!
I like hypin myself up.
|07-13-2005, 05:18 PM||#149|
matter of fact so I don't forget.
Slim is going to say somethin. (Ilt is a possibility) - seeming more like a guarantee now
Ric Hoss/Armand (I can't pronounce his last name, Jabba help me) and The Diva
yeah I'ma have a lot to say. Tomorrow is my day.
|07-13-2005, 05:44 PM||#150|
leaen to goosfraba
Sigh... Another promo about nothing. How very original.
It's time! It's time!
It's loopy Time!
LPD: Poor little stoner. All that sneak-attacking tuckered him out. Hey, wait a minute! He was sneak-attacking Seymour! Why, I oughtta--
JG: Mein Gott! OSI hast suckered LPD into anoser sneak attack!
BRAIN: You vould sink he'd haf learned not to valk into zese situations.
JG: Ja... Yes you vould... LPD beck to his feet!
JG: Zat slam ist not made of shredded pork! LOU, LOOK OUT!
JG: J Dogg mit eine bowling ball!
JG: Zat's baseball.
BRAIN: Don't spoil mein fun.
REF: Lou, are you okay?
MOORE: Man. This camera adds way more than ten pounds.
LPD: Am I all stitched back up again?
MEDIC: Uh... No. I haven't even started. Didn't you notice the blood running down your face?
LPD: Screw it. I'm going back out there!
MEDIC: OSI left the ring, like, seven hours ago. They knocked you out!
[Nonetheless, LPD gets up off the table and heads to the ring.]
OUTSIDER: Whoa, Lou, stay in the back.
LPD: What, is there a hurricane coming through?
OUTSIDER: ...no. Disturbed is shooting his big squared-circle lightsaber battle scene.
LPD: But I need to beat up Old School Impact!
OUTSIDER: Wow. They knocked you out good!
ANGELINA: Come on, Lou.
LPD: Wait a minute...
LPD: OSI showed a picture of you in your wedding dress! I'm not supposed to see that!
CROWD: ANGRY FACE!
ANGELINA: Calm down, Lou. I can't have you getting all mad at OSI. Seymour, Marcyo, and CK will take care of them. You need to focus on Shaggy, Corkscrewed, and The Naitch.
ANGELINA: [Whisper whisper whisper]
LPD: Heh... Uh...
ANGELINA: [Whisper whisper whisper]
LPD: Whoa, babe. How many times do we have to remind each other: not until after the wedding! Wait... Just remembered another OSI thing...
ANGELINA: Oh, brother...
LPD: Are you really financing them?
LPD: 'Cause it's okay if you are. I mean, it's kinda weird, but maybe you could pay them more money to settle down.
ANGELINA: I'm really not.
LPD: You know it'd be okay if you--
ANGELINA: Yes, yes, I know.
ANGELINA: "Warts and all," right?
LPD: Who has warts?
|07-13-2005, 05:51 PM||#151|
Lil Miss Fly
These Divas they heal fast. Cheetah will be fine by the time Nitro comes around.
Loved the Tristy promo Corky
And yet another great LPD promo from loopy
|07-13-2005, 06:54 PM||#153|
Lil Miss Fly
|07-13-2005, 07:14 PM||#155|
Yipee Kai Yay!!!
which is sad because that pic should be everywhere
|07-13-2005, 07:23 PM||#156|
Viva la Raza
Cool King (16)
Hitler makes his way out.
Hitler: Ze following ist for a current tag team champion.
Hitler: Happy birthday to you,
Destroyer3690 is a jew,
I saw a fat monkey,
And I thought it was youuuuuuuu!
The crowd run away screaming.
JG: Hitler's singing ist worse than Fat Doug's!
OOC: Yeah, I thought I'd give some payback for wishing me a happy birthday, man.
|07-13-2005, 11:19 PM||#160|
Total Non-stop Owen
Angelina, Disturbed, Slim, Owen, etc etc
Splaya: To prove to the entire world that I am THE COCK KILLER, I gathered these fine young ladies in this ring, and asked their predicitons for the Cocky J vs. Splaya at Bash At The Bulge. The Summer of Splaya is here, and ladies, keep your hands off the merchadise.
Splaya: Hey you. Alright. Who will be winning at Bash At The Bulge? Cocky J or me?
Girl: Cocky J
Splaya: Now onto whore #2. Who's winning the match? Me or Cocky J?
Girl: Cocky J all the way!
*Splaya tries to emulate Cocky J*
*HUGE POP for Angelina*
Splaya: Great. Alright Angelina. Let's get this PKO over with, unless you're out here to get on your hands and knees begging to have your brush with greatness again.
Splaya: Sweet allah....
*Kiss on the cheek_style*
*Splaya is lovin' it*
Angelina: Now enjoy that while you can because that is the last time you'll ever touch a girl because come Bash At The Bulge, you and Owen Radd will officially be life partners and I'm sure that Owen wouldn't let anybody else touch you.
*FANS POP HUGE*
Angelina: Because at Bash At The Bulge, Cocky J is gonna WHOOP your candy ass and make you OWEN RADD'S BITCH!!
IF YA SMELLLLLLL
WHAT COCKY J
*(NEW THEME) OUT OF CONTROL Remix by 50 Cent feat. Mobb Deep hits as Cocky makes his way out to a huge pop because Cocky J don't do heel heat*
*Angelina can't help but to show off her assets to Cocky J*
Cocky: Splaya, Angelina is right. After Bash At The Bulge, YOUR ASS WILL BELONG TO OWEN RADD!!!!!
Cocky: Splaya, you wanna emulate Cocky J by ripping off the Hollywood Eyebrow? Well do the damn thang. But I did the damn thang by asking Hollywood who they think will win our match at Bash At The Bulge! Footage from the MTV Awards, and Hollywood is gonna lay the captiondown on Splaya's candy ass! Check it...
Fat Joe: JOE CRACK THE DON, UH! Wow the first gay wedding in Caption-Entertainment history is going DOWN after Bash At The Bulge! Splaya, I hope you lube your ass up real well, playa. After Cocky J lays the caption down on ya, Owen is gonna layeth the pipe down..on your candy ass....or should I say IN your candy ass, ya hurd me? UH!
Samuel L Jackson: Cocky is DA BOMB in Star Wars Episode 7. I've seen some sneak peek footage baby! As you may or may not know, I'm in Episode 7 as well, and me and Cocky lay the Jedi smackdown on Disturbed's BITCH ASS! IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL WHAT MACE WINDU IS COOKIN!!!!!!!!!!
Cocky: Nicole Ritchie, baby, what's crackilackin?
Nicole Ritchie: Cocky you are HOTT! And at Bash At The Bulge, the SUMMER OF COCKY will be the hottest summer of all time when you lay the Hollywood Captiondown on gaya...or whatever his name is
Nicole Ritchie: Right. But enough about him. Let's talk about you! From the MTV Awards! WOOOOO! You gonna be on Simple Life 4, right? Me and Paris need you on the season premiere, because we all know that Cocky J = RATINGS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Cocky: Are you high? Of course I'll be there, you bitch!
Chris Tucker: Yo Cock! Make sure to get me an invite to Splaya's wedding. I GOTSTA see the freak show!
Quentin: Cocky, I signed you to do Kil Bill Vol. 4. Uma begged me to have you aboard. She threatened to cut my penis off with her sword. We cool?
Cocky: Nah...J. Lo is angry. J.Lo got jealous when she saw paparazi pics of me and Uma at Hef's Spring Bash. So sorry man, I guess now Uma is gonna have no choice but to chop chop your pee pee!
Cocky: I'm kidding, I'll do Kill Bill Vol. 4 you whiney penis!
Quentin: YAY! I get to keep my penis!
Cocky: And there you have it. Splaya....your career is FINISHED! Just like I killed Superslim's career by having him go on a date with Owen at Taboo Jewsday, or ass is next! Just another victim! So before I go, I got one piece of advice for you....
*Crazy Train hits as the fans go WOOOO for the arrival of Old Spice*
*Saved by the bell*
Naitch: Cock, sorry to spoil the party here, but I'm sorry, Splaya is gonna retire you once and for all. He's gonna do what Disturbed couldn't do and that's kill The Legend of The Cock once and for all, and at Bash At The Bulge, your reign of terror is over. No more baby bottle on pole matches, no more loser has to fuck a donkey matches, no more homoerotic promos regarding Owen Radd and his latest victim...although the Paul Carrington episode was a riot, I have to admit. And at Bash At The Bulge, I guarantee I will be facing Disturbed for the title! BANK ON IT! But baby, enough is enough! I see a ring full of beautiful ladies and I just popped a couple of V-BOMBERS and I'M FEELIN' SPANKY RIGHT ABOUT NOW!
*Girl #2 undresses*
*Girl #4 undresses*
*Even Tristy undresses*
Naitch: Put your clothes back on splaya....
Last edited by The Naitch; 07-13-2005 at 11:36 PM.