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Post by @xL on Dec 25, 2007 1:17:13 GMT -5
Twas the night before Christmas And as the moon replaced the sun... The Hierarchy was preparing, for a brand new horizon.
Snug in their beds, one on top of the other... The World's Gayest Tag Team, Were both wearing a rubber.
The Muscled-up Meat-head, Steve Roydz was his name, Left cookies, and PED's, for when ol' Saint Nick came.
Viruz was smart, He knew where he stood. So he hacked into the North Pole's server, to make SURE that he was good.
Jim, and Joe, the Brotherhood, jobbers just the same... Were snoozing off in slumberland With dreams of actually winning a match in their brain.
Alone, in a park, Pigeon was brooding on one knee. Feeding crumbs to the birds... Crying, "WHAT ABOUT ME?!"
The X-Factor rapped, "Yo, Christmas is a crock! Santa nevah left me SH!T, yo, So that fat b!tch can suck... my... *holds mic to the air*"
And Axl in his spiked collar, Rose, sipping from some gin... Were preparing for the 19th, When a new era would begin.
Axl, Rose, and the Brotherhood... and the newly reborn Prophet... Tony Spaghetti, and raYne... and Steven Roydz... they all saw it.
Viruz, teh hax0r, and Trable, teh wigg0r... And wee little Pigeon... were all ready for that day. As the sun would replace the moon... Beginning with one, bright, shining ray.
So Brawlers on a Budget, Have a Merry Christmas tomorrow night. For when the New Year begins...
It shall be the era of an UNHOLY fight...
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