Post by THE GREAT on Sept 25, 2009 10:16:13 GMT -5
(The Great and his five year old genius son, Johnny, are doing nothing in particular when The Great notices Johnny is wearing a “Sunnydale Razorbacks” football jersey.)
The Great: Son, The Great noticed that fine jersey you’re wearing. Who, or what, are the Sunnydale Razorbacks?
Little Johnny: My favorite football team.
The Great: The Great doesn’t remember giving you the funds to purchase that jersey.
Little Johnny: The Breeder got it for me. She said you wouldn’t mind. I love the R-backs! They’re for real, son!
The Great: First of all, do not refer to your mother as “The Breeder” any longer. That’s not very nice. Secondly, The Great wishes that you don’t say “son” like that, umm, son. You remind The Great of Kobe Gyant.
Little Johnny: Good, he’s my favorite wrestler! Which sucks because you have to wrestle him. The only good news is that The Bree-Mom says you’re going to end his ONLY WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN THAT MATTERS, get a huge bonus, and we can get early Christmas!
The Great: She said that, huh? The Great finds that very interesting. By the way, have you seen Cyborg Angelina X lately?
Little Johnny: I think Pete Trable broke her. I saw him giving her mouth to mouth rescue breaths the other day, which I found extremely odd considering she’s a cyborg, and he was sans pants and undergarments. But whatever, maybe he knows a different, more effective technique. Why spoil his fun?
The Great: Eww. Okay, but getting back to what your mother said. If The Great is not successful in defeating Kobe Gyant, what’s the alternative? She’s still going to spend all The Great’s money, correct?
Little Johnny: Pretty much.
The Great: * sigh * The Great figured that. Anyway, while we’re here. Why don’t you use your vast intelligence to get more members in the Brawler’s on a Budget – or at least make it more entertaining.
Little Johnny: Are you serious? I’m a genius, not a miracle worker!
The Great: Fair enough. Kobe Gyant, The Great’s time has come. The Great wants that title. The Great needs that title. It’s the only title here THAT MATTERS.
Give it to The Great. Or else, The Great will simply take it from you.
Either way – The Great is the next ONLY WORLD CHAMPION THAT MATTERS despite what Axl would think, or say, if he could. * chuckle *
The Great is coming for you Kobe. Don’t hate. Appreciate.
Shine that belt before it’s too late.
Little Johnny: That sucked!
The Great: What did you expect? The Great hasn’t promo’ed in like four months. That’s what happens when you have to take a second and third job to keep up with your Mother’s spending. The Great won’t even get into your Grandmother’s snuff film collection.
(from off camera)
The Mother in Law: WHAH WHAH whah whah WHAH whah!
The Great: Oh, you heard that? GOOD! You nasty old hag…
Little Johnny: Ooooooh! I’m telling The Breeder!
The Great: Do it and The Great will make you read War and Peace again.
Little Johnny: Oh dear Lord no! That juvenile piece of * ahem * work? So boring, my lips are sealed!
The Great: That’s what The Great thought. Kobe, you and The Great, have a date. Final Sin. Where The Great, will finally win.
THE ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS!
And then…
The Great.
Will celebrate.
The Great: Son, The Great noticed that fine jersey you’re wearing. Who, or what, are the Sunnydale Razorbacks?
Little Johnny: My favorite football team.
The Great: The Great doesn’t remember giving you the funds to purchase that jersey.
Little Johnny: The Breeder got it for me. She said you wouldn’t mind. I love the R-backs! They’re for real, son!
The Great: First of all, do not refer to your mother as “The Breeder” any longer. That’s not very nice. Secondly, The Great wishes that you don’t say “son” like that, umm, son. You remind The Great of Kobe Gyant.
Little Johnny: Good, he’s my favorite wrestler! Which sucks because you have to wrestle him. The only good news is that The Bree-Mom says you’re going to end his ONLY WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN THAT MATTERS, get a huge bonus, and we can get early Christmas!
The Great: She said that, huh? The Great finds that very interesting. By the way, have you seen Cyborg Angelina X lately?
Little Johnny: I think Pete Trable broke her. I saw him giving her mouth to mouth rescue breaths the other day, which I found extremely odd considering she’s a cyborg, and he was sans pants and undergarments. But whatever, maybe he knows a different, more effective technique. Why spoil his fun?
The Great: Eww. Okay, but getting back to what your mother said. If The Great is not successful in defeating Kobe Gyant, what’s the alternative? She’s still going to spend all The Great’s money, correct?
Little Johnny: Pretty much.
The Great: * sigh * The Great figured that. Anyway, while we’re here. Why don’t you use your vast intelligence to get more members in the Brawler’s on a Budget – or at least make it more entertaining.
Little Johnny: Are you serious? I’m a genius, not a miracle worker!
The Great: Fair enough. Kobe Gyant, The Great’s time has come. The Great wants that title. The Great needs that title. It’s the only title here THAT MATTERS.
Give it to The Great. Or else, The Great will simply take it from you.
Either way – The Great is the next ONLY WORLD CHAMPION THAT MATTERS despite what Axl would think, or say, if he could. * chuckle *
The Great is coming for you Kobe. Don’t hate. Appreciate.
Shine that belt before it’s too late.
Little Johnny: That sucked!
The Great: What did you expect? The Great hasn’t promo’ed in like four months. That’s what happens when you have to take a second and third job to keep up with your Mother’s spending. The Great won’t even get into your Grandmother’s snuff film collection.
(from off camera)
The Mother in Law: WHAH WHAH whah whah WHAH whah!
The Great: Oh, you heard that? GOOD! You nasty old hag…
Little Johnny: Ooooooh! I’m telling The Breeder!
The Great: Do it and The Great will make you read War and Peace again.
Little Johnny: Oh dear Lord no! That juvenile piece of * ahem * work? So boring, my lips are sealed!
The Great: That’s what The Great thought. Kobe, you and The Great, have a date. Final Sin. Where The Great, will finally win.
THE ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS!
And then…
The Great.
Will celebrate.
