Post by The Drudleys on Aug 31, 2009 6:33:05 GMT -5
[The Drudleys (Rubba Ray, D-Van & Long Schlong) are all set backstage at a house show. Random interviewer, Danny Cole, is stood ready with a sweaty microphone in his hand.]
Cole: Drudleys, your made your return to Brawlers On A Budget at Leader of The Pack…
[Rubba Ray steals the microphone from him.]
Rubba: Let’s get one thing nice and crystal clear. We do not work for BOB anymore, we are independent wrestlers now! We go wherever we want! And first things first… wherever you have run off to with your tails between your legs, Jerri Li and St. Christian, we are coming after you!
[D-Van steals the microphone from Rubba.]
D-Van: St. Christian especially. You think your faggoty little ass can get away with choking me with that steel chain of yours? Flip that coin over you catsuit wearing homo, I will snap your neck like a wishbone!
[Rubba takes back the microphone.]
Rubba: It’s time for you to confront your fears Faggot Freaks! We will tear your flesh from the bone with cheesegraters, fill your faces with staples, shatter your spine with the 4D… and Long Schlong here will get to eat Jerri’s pussy out, literally!
[D-Van again steals the microphone.]
D-Van: There’s an electricity in the air, can you feel it? Like a tidal wave of eels from above or an eclipsing ball of lightning… you will experience such pain only available in hell at the hands of the Drudleys! But don’t worry, every cloud has a silver lining. When you squash you flat as a pancake with the 4D, your twitching corpses wont feel anymore pain.
[Long Schlong steals the microphone and growls into it. D-Van takes it back.]
D-Van: Oh TESTIFY!
Cole: Drudleys, your made your return to Brawlers On A Budget at Leader of The Pack…
[Rubba Ray steals the microphone from him.]
Rubba: Let’s get one thing nice and crystal clear. We do not work for BOB anymore, we are independent wrestlers now! We go wherever we want! And first things first… wherever you have run off to with your tails between your legs, Jerri Li and St. Christian, we are coming after you!
[D-Van steals the microphone from Rubba.]
D-Van: St. Christian especially. You think your faggoty little ass can get away with choking me with that steel chain of yours? Flip that coin over you catsuit wearing homo, I will snap your neck like a wishbone!
[Rubba takes back the microphone.]
Rubba: It’s time for you to confront your fears Faggot Freaks! We will tear your flesh from the bone with cheesegraters, fill your faces with staples, shatter your spine with the 4D… and Long Schlong here will get to eat Jerri’s pussy out, literally!
[D-Van again steals the microphone.]
D-Van: There’s an electricity in the air, can you feel it? Like a tidal wave of eels from above or an eclipsing ball of lightning… you will experience such pain only available in hell at the hands of the Drudleys! But don’t worry, every cloud has a silver lining. When you squash you flat as a pancake with the 4D, your twitching corpses wont feel anymore pain.
[Long Schlong steals the microphone and growls into it. D-Van takes it back.]
D-Van: Oh TESTIFY!