Post by Dio Muerte on Mar 18, 2007 22:58:23 GMT -5
The scene opens up to Dio Muerte's back still turned
Dio Muerte My opponents for this Tuesday. All suck. All of them. The tolerance of the suck-age is out of its limits. It's embarrassing knowing I'm stepping in the ring with all three of them. I will pin all of them. One by one by one. I'll exit that ring with another victory under my belt. You know what the ironic part is? My Dickies don't come with a belt. So where will I put that victory? Who knows? You cares? Seriously, do you care that I'm making a promo with my back turn talking about
EXIT STAGE LEFT!
EXIT STAGE RIGHT!
?
Well?
C'mon I sound like Ultimate Warrior with no bicycle ribbons around my biceps. So you know the blood circulation is working right. So that must mean I'm truly crazy and should check myself into a crazy house like Patch Adams, then leave, because I want to become a doctor. But, I don't because I hate little kids, and telling people what to do to stay alive.
BECAUSE THEY ARE BREATHING MY AIR!
Mine.
All mine!
MINE!
Just like this victory. I'm normally not a cocky bastard. But being in the ring with Sam so much has turned me pompous. I've started to feel like him. I need my motor bike. So I can ride into the sunset like a cowboy BABY! I CAN SMELL A PIG FROM A MILE AWAY!
No, I'm not on drugs.
THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?
or me?
That's okay. We don't have to be friends. Maybe we can just dance, with our clothes on, then die of AIDS. Ironic, isn't it?
Well that is all life is. Irony. I say I'm a virgin, but, life still takes my virginity. It then recycles it for wisdom. The more intercourse you have with life, the smarter you get.
So I am a whore. I whore without pay and doesn't deliver. With loose holes.
Newfy, sorry about the jokes about you being retarded. Because they are even smarter then you. I say embrace the mentally challenge, because they will be our Presidents one day. Just America. Canada. You guys, I have no prior knowledge about you.
We have to end.
So soon?
damn.
Fades
Dio Muerte My opponents for this Tuesday. All suck. All of them. The tolerance of the suck-age is out of its limits. It's embarrassing knowing I'm stepping in the ring with all three of them. I will pin all of them. One by one by one. I'll exit that ring with another victory under my belt. You know what the ironic part is? My Dickies don't come with a belt. So where will I put that victory? Who knows? You cares? Seriously, do you care that I'm making a promo with my back turn talking about
EXIT STAGE LEFT!
EXIT STAGE RIGHT!
?
Well?
C'mon I sound like Ultimate Warrior with no bicycle ribbons around my biceps. So you know the blood circulation is working right. So that must mean I'm truly crazy and should check myself into a crazy house like Patch Adams, then leave, because I want to become a doctor. But, I don't because I hate little kids, and telling people what to do to stay alive.
BECAUSE THEY ARE BREATHING MY AIR!
Mine.
All mine!
MINE!
Just like this victory. I'm normally not a cocky bastard. But being in the ring with Sam so much has turned me pompous. I've started to feel like him. I need my motor bike. So I can ride into the sunset like a cowboy BABY! I CAN SMELL A PIG FROM A MILE AWAY!
No, I'm not on drugs.
THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?
or me?
That's okay. We don't have to be friends. Maybe we can just dance, with our clothes on, then die of AIDS. Ironic, isn't it?
Well that is all life is. Irony. I say I'm a virgin, but, life still takes my virginity. It then recycles it for wisdom. The more intercourse you have with life, the smarter you get.
So I am a whore. I whore without pay and doesn't deliver. With loose holes.
Newfy, sorry about the jokes about you being retarded. Because they are even smarter then you. I say embrace the mentally challenge, because they will be our Presidents one day. Just America. Canada. You guys, I have no prior knowledge about you.
We have to end.
So soon?
damn.
Fades