Post by MMR1 "Re-Generation-X" on Jan 14, 2007 13:01:28 GMT -5
(Somewhere in some generic airport in some generic city in the generic states of America. We have our generic wrestler, Massive Man Rendition First sitting in a generic sky bar waiting for his flight.)
MMR1: I heard that disembodied narrator, I am not a generic wrestler, and after I take out Douja and Jim, my boot will be making a stop in your disembodied ass.
( I knew you had homosexual tendencies.)
MMR1: What! Where the hell do you get off…
(On hot disembodied women unlike you fagle.)
MMR1: Whatever, why don’t you just get lost, I’ll handle my own narration.
(Oh you think you can do this without me, go ahead and try and when you’re ready to admit you are a Lance Bass wanna be you can find me hanging out at the bar.)
MMR1: Fine. Get lost…….man I really have to pee.
Bartender: What was that?
MMR1: Oh I was just saying I really have to pee.
Bartender: Oh well the bathroom is right over there.
MMR1: Yeah I know, I’ve been trying to go for like 5 minutes and nothing is happening.
Bartender: Oh you having some trouble down stairs? Well I know a guy who’ll…
MMR1: No no…everything is fully functional I just need…I need…DAMN IT! I need a narrator.
(I’m sorry..baby I got to go back to work….soooooo you little Lance Bass bitch you need me huh? )
MMR1: Yes no send me to the restroom so I can take care of business.
(Sure thing…MMR1 stands up and heads over to the restroom, unzips his fly and begins the long difficult search for that poor excuse for a penis his has.)
MMR1: Huh, I’m not doing that…and my dick is a good size..
(Is that what she told you.)
MMR1: Yeah.
(Pfft…oh wait this is gonna get good. Another man enters the restroom to relieve himself…after taking down his zipper MMR1 begins to examine the man’s phallus.)
MMR1:Stop lying, I am just washing my hands sir.
(The man punches MMR1 in the face and MMR1 goes down like a brick and begins crying like a little bitch.)
MMR1: Are you finished embarrassing me in public can we get on with this…I still have to make black jokes at the expense of Douja and put a hurting on Jim.
(Alright I think I made my point. Moving along MMR1 goes back to the bar and orders a beer.)
MMR1: Thank God! Alright lets see…
(MMR1 looks down at his watch and see’s that he now has 15 minutes until his flight leaves.)
MMR1: Shit! Alright better make this fast…Alright so Douja’s a black pot head…man normally the jokes would just write themselves but seeing as he’s been in and out of this fed more times than a fat guy in a buffet line it just doesn’t fair to go down that road. Um let see the last time he was involved in a real feud for any major title the was going after the Violent Pacifist for the North American Championship in the STWF. Alright Douja is a total push over.
(The Beer hits the bar and MMR1 begins chugging.)
Crowd: Chug,chug,chug,chug..
Queer guy: whoo whoo..
(MMR1 slams the glass back down on the bar with a heterosexual flare.)
MMR1: Thanks for that.
(No problem, he checks his watch, 5 minutes till the flight. MMR1 begins running to the gate.)
MMR1: Alright, now as for my former partner Jim. Your welcome, I put you on my shoulders for to many years. Its thanks to me that you were even in the OWTTM tournament. And its gonna be thanks to me that you are gonna make it to the finals. Where upon I will unleash a hell on you that you will not soon…
Ticket Counter Girl: Boarding pass please…
MMR1: Alright, here you go.
Ticket Counter Girl: Thank you and have a good flight on Southwestern Air Travel. The plane is boarding now.
MMR1: Thanks. Where was I
(Well you were about to board the plane while finishing your overly used generic I hate my former partner speech.)
MMR1: My speech isn’t generic.
(A little boy on a big wheel comes riding up to MMR1 who quickly flinches thinking its that Toddling Terror JJ.)
Kid: That’s GENeric not generic..
(Kid rides off. MMR1 runs onto the plane and takes his seat.)
MMR1: Jim, you may have you nephew to help you but believe you me your nephew is no match for the dozens and dozens of Joshitude followers that I have…
Flight Attendant: Sir your going to have to turn off that camera and store it..
MMR1: Miss I am a professional wrestler trying to maintain an on going feud. So if you don’t mind. Back off.
(The Flight attendant walks away and returns with 2 more flight attendants they begin fighting for the camera with MMR1.)
MMR1: Stop…not the face….Jim I’m gonna take you out and…
(Fight attendants grab the camera and turn it off…as we fade out we see the words “Come Fly The Friendly Skies.”)
MMR1: I heard that disembodied narrator, I am not a generic wrestler, and after I take out Douja and Jim, my boot will be making a stop in your disembodied ass.
( I knew you had homosexual tendencies.)
MMR1: What! Where the hell do you get off…
(On hot disembodied women unlike you fagle.)
MMR1: Whatever, why don’t you just get lost, I’ll handle my own narration.
(Oh you think you can do this without me, go ahead and try and when you’re ready to admit you are a Lance Bass wanna be you can find me hanging out at the bar.)
MMR1: Fine. Get lost…….man I really have to pee.
Bartender: What was that?
MMR1: Oh I was just saying I really have to pee.
Bartender: Oh well the bathroom is right over there.
MMR1: Yeah I know, I’ve been trying to go for like 5 minutes and nothing is happening.
Bartender: Oh you having some trouble down stairs? Well I know a guy who’ll…
MMR1: No no…everything is fully functional I just need…I need…DAMN IT! I need a narrator.
(I’m sorry..baby I got to go back to work….soooooo you little Lance Bass bitch you need me huh? )
MMR1: Yes no send me to the restroom so I can take care of business.
(Sure thing…MMR1 stands up and heads over to the restroom, unzips his fly and begins the long difficult search for that poor excuse for a penis his has.)
MMR1: Huh, I’m not doing that…and my dick is a good size..
(Is that what she told you.)
MMR1: Yeah.
(Pfft…oh wait this is gonna get good. Another man enters the restroom to relieve himself…after taking down his zipper MMR1 begins to examine the man’s phallus.)
MMR1:Stop lying, I am just washing my hands sir.
(The man punches MMR1 in the face and MMR1 goes down like a brick and begins crying like a little bitch.)
MMR1: Are you finished embarrassing me in public can we get on with this…I still have to make black jokes at the expense of Douja and put a hurting on Jim.
(Alright I think I made my point. Moving along MMR1 goes back to the bar and orders a beer.)
MMR1: Thank God! Alright lets see…
(MMR1 looks down at his watch and see’s that he now has 15 minutes until his flight leaves.)
MMR1: Shit! Alright better make this fast…Alright so Douja’s a black pot head…man normally the jokes would just write themselves but seeing as he’s been in and out of this fed more times than a fat guy in a buffet line it just doesn’t fair to go down that road. Um let see the last time he was involved in a real feud for any major title the was going after the Violent Pacifist for the North American Championship in the STWF. Alright Douja is a total push over.
(The Beer hits the bar and MMR1 begins chugging.)
Crowd: Chug,chug,chug,chug..
Queer guy: whoo whoo..
(MMR1 slams the glass back down on the bar with a heterosexual flare.)
MMR1: Thanks for that.
(No problem, he checks his watch, 5 minutes till the flight. MMR1 begins running to the gate.)
MMR1: Alright, now as for my former partner Jim. Your welcome, I put you on my shoulders for to many years. Its thanks to me that you were even in the OWTTM tournament. And its gonna be thanks to me that you are gonna make it to the finals. Where upon I will unleash a hell on you that you will not soon…
Ticket Counter Girl: Boarding pass please…
MMR1: Alright, here you go.
Ticket Counter Girl: Thank you and have a good flight on Southwestern Air Travel. The plane is boarding now.
MMR1: Thanks. Where was I
(Well you were about to board the plane while finishing your overly used generic I hate my former partner speech.)
MMR1: My speech isn’t generic.
(A little boy on a big wheel comes riding up to MMR1 who quickly flinches thinking its that Toddling Terror JJ.)
Kid: That’s GENeric not generic..
(Kid rides off. MMR1 runs onto the plane and takes his seat.)
MMR1: Jim, you may have you nephew to help you but believe you me your nephew is no match for the dozens and dozens of Joshitude followers that I have…
Flight Attendant: Sir your going to have to turn off that camera and store it..
MMR1: Miss I am a professional wrestler trying to maintain an on going feud. So if you don’t mind. Back off.
(The Flight attendant walks away and returns with 2 more flight attendants they begin fighting for the camera with MMR1.)
MMR1: Stop…not the face….Jim I’m gonna take you out and…
(Fight attendants grab the camera and turn it off…as we fade out we see the words “Come Fly The Friendly Skies.”)