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SETTING: gonMad's house, Miami, FL.
**BTW, gon's got an attractive wife.. ROOOOOWWWRRR..**
(doorbell rings)
gMad: Oh, that's Ric. Remember the big time wrestler I told you about. He's here, honey.
wifeMad: Sure you did, Mad.... you drunk!
gMad: Yeah...I am one bastard of a drunk.. Oh, yeah, the door!
Ric: WHOOOO!!! PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, NEIGHBOR! WHOO!! Let's talk about stuntmen like Mick Foley! That jerk! I am so jealous of him! Whoooo!!!
WifeMad: Can you say anything else but "Whoo"???
Ric: Yup......hooooo!!
gMad: Hey, you brought a friend! Triple H???! With Key Lime Pie????
hhh: Orton!... I mean... um, you? Mr. Brown Shirt? ...uM.... GIVE ME ATTENTION!!! GAME.. (pulls hammer out of his own ass and begins to smash Mad's mailbox and lawn gnomes)
gMad: Uh, yeah, whatever. Big fans... um, Flair?? (watching Flair fig-four the family dog)... you mind not doin' that?
Flair: gonMad.... You are an under-rated captioner who has a very attractive wife... WHOOOO!! ...I hate Bret Hart FOR NO REASON! DAMN DOG SHIT ON MY LAWN!
gMad: I kinda suck, dude, but not as much as you. Douche! You complain about these guys but damn it, look at yourself. You haven't faced facts that you need to retire because you can't hang with the big boys anymore and well, you're just in denial that your career is over. I mean, how many comebacks have you had again?! GOSH!!
Ric: ........ My son did Stacy.
wifeMad: I'm sorry if he offend you, Ric--
Ric: It's ok. Anyway, if you wanna go for drinks then just come by... Sorry, kids..
gMad: Well, it's alright. As long as you realize your mistakes then it will be o... (CHAIRSHOT OUT OF NOWHERE.. BY FLAIR!)
Ric: WHEELIN' DEALIN'.. WHOO.. SON OF A GUN!!! WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *FLOPS*
wifeMad: NOOO.. ah, who cares? (To HHH) So, how YOU doin', big boy?
HHH: Sorry.. I like dudes! STELLLLAAAA!!!... I meant, ORRRRTTTONNN!!!
gonMad: ...ugh.. worst... ending... ever.. **death rattle**
end.. for now.
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