Post by Luigi on Jan 30, 2008 13:32:13 GMT -5
-It's me, snitches!
*A explosion goes off near the entrance*
I get money, I-I get money, I-i get-I get-I get-I get-I get
I get money, money, money. (I-I get it)
I get money, money, money. (I-I get it)
I get money, money, money, m-m-money, m-m-money. (Yea, yea. I run New York). (2x)-
Marcus bursts through the curtains wearing some green pants with some olive green in the kneecap of the pants. He had on some Green Jordans. He had on a green hoody with money covered on it with the hood covering his face and some green Undertaker-like gloves also. Marcus stopped at the beginning of the ramp glaring at the fans to take a deep breath and adjust his gloves. He continue his way down the ramp to the ring. Marcus gets on the apron and gets in the ring through the 2nd ropes to walk to grab a microphone, immediately.
Marcus grabs a microphone and rises it to his mouth. He had some snitches in his head from the match, but he'll get over it.
[b}Marcus{/b]: Shut up! I don't wanna hear it from you fans tonight! I am mad and fusterated. Everybody seen and saw what happen! I had that match right where I wanted it. I planted Luigi with a War Cutter and it was good as over for him. I would have left the WWE Champion, but my chances were screwed due to a little hobit, who I WILL truly end now. Rey! You ain't hear the last of me because by the end of this war. You will be hearing those 2 words, Ending War.
Bells begin to ring as a gay theme begins to go off. Marcus grins evilly at the entrance, and went to lean against it. A long, stretched white limo comes driving out, slowly. He stops at the beginning of the ramp as the driver gets out of his car to go to the back of the limo and open the door for someone. JBL steps out with his cowboy hat on and his tuxedo. He had a big smile on his face.
Jerry King Lawyer:There go your Royal Rumble winner, JBL!
JR: It was almost close. It was down to both Ken Kennedy and JBL. They both clothesline each other over the ropes, but Ken Kennedy's feet hit the mat before JBL for JBL to become victorious.
Jerry King Lawyer: Yep.
JBL walks down the ring, walking up the stairs, walking on the apron to get in the ring through the 2nd ropes. JBL smiles at the fans, but looked at Marcus to do a evil grin. JBL snatches the microphone from Marcus.
JBL: When you see a wrestling god. You are suppose to bow, not watch.
Marcus snatches the microphone back.
Marcus: And when you see a dominating Warhead, pissed off. You are suppose to shut your mouth, not get your ass whooped on your big retarded entrance.
JBL grins evilly at him. The music finally dies off.
Marcus[/b}: Forget that. Why are you out here anyway?
Marcus slams the microphone into JBL's chest for him to grab. JBL grabs the microphone.
JBL: Well, Marcus. As you may know, unlike you, I was successful in winning the 30-man Royal Rumble. However, you failed to win in the Elimination Chamber... But it's okay. I know little Rey had screwed you, but I'm sure, you'll deal with that little muskrat anytime now. I'm out here because, I want all these fans to look at a WRESTLING GOD and the soon to be new WWE Champion
JBL saids, closing his eyes in delightful matter and enjoying the "boo"ing and others.
The arena goes dark, when rainbow spotlights going off. At the titantron, it spelled Luigi name in big, green letters. Luigi's theme hits.
When we touchdown
In the Midwest we okay
E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekees, e'ry muhf**kin state
When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane gettin brain, 'till we
Touchdown, there aint no way to keep 'em quiet
Wit' T.I. and Shady baby we 'bout to excite a riot
When we touchdown
Luigi bursts through the curtains with the WWE Champion on his shoulders. Luigi wore these black baggy jeans, his pair of wrestling shoes, his Undertaker-life gloves, and one elbow pad on his right elbow. Luigi glares at the fans, going wild.
Luigi: Thanks for the love. But the kid is here!
Luigi was enjoying the attention, but he had to get serious.
Luigi: JBL and Marcus. I'm getting fed up with hearing both of your mouths ALREADY! JBL, you walk around talking about you a Wrestling God, but last time I checked, yo ass was afraid to mess with Undertaker. Marcus, you walk around, whining and complaining about you being screwed, but that's what the hell you get! You remember, when you send Grim Reaper to screw me in that match against you!? Huh? And I knocked Grim Reaper out with the Lights Out, but it was only a trap for me to get planted with a War Cutter! Yeah, I thought so. So, before any of you continue to whine about this and that. How about I just come down there and shut you both up, permentally. Ya dig?
Luigi was in a fighting mood. He haven't fully recovered from the Elimination Chamber, but he was still getting fed up with both JBL and Marcus for one night.
*A explosion goes off near the entrance*
I get money, I-I get money, I-i get-I get-I get-I get-I get
I get money, money, money. (I-I get it)
I get money, money, money. (I-I get it)
I get money, money, money, m-m-money, m-m-money. (Yea, yea. I run New York). (2x)-
Marcus bursts through the curtains wearing some green pants with some olive green in the kneecap of the pants. He had on some Green Jordans. He had on a green hoody with money covered on it with the hood covering his face and some green Undertaker-like gloves also. Marcus stopped at the beginning of the ramp glaring at the fans to take a deep breath and adjust his gloves. He continue his way down the ramp to the ring. Marcus gets on the apron and gets in the ring through the 2nd ropes to walk to grab a microphone, immediately.
Marcus grabs a microphone and rises it to his mouth. He had some snitches in his head from the match, but he'll get over it.
[b}Marcus{/b]: Shut up! I don't wanna hear it from you fans tonight! I am mad and fusterated. Everybody seen and saw what happen! I had that match right where I wanted it. I planted Luigi with a War Cutter and it was good as over for him. I would have left the WWE Champion, but my chances were screwed due to a little hobit, who I WILL truly end now. Rey! You ain't hear the last of me because by the end of this war. You will be hearing those 2 words, Ending War.
Bells begin to ring as a gay theme begins to go off. Marcus grins evilly at the entrance, and went to lean against it. A long, stretched white limo comes driving out, slowly. He stops at the beginning of the ramp as the driver gets out of his car to go to the back of the limo and open the door for someone. JBL steps out with his cowboy hat on and his tuxedo. He had a big smile on his face.
Jerry King Lawyer:There go your Royal Rumble winner, JBL!
JR: It was almost close. It was down to both Ken Kennedy and JBL. They both clothesline each other over the ropes, but Ken Kennedy's feet hit the mat before JBL for JBL to become victorious.
Jerry King Lawyer: Yep.
JBL walks down the ring, walking up the stairs, walking on the apron to get in the ring through the 2nd ropes. JBL smiles at the fans, but looked at Marcus to do a evil grin. JBL snatches the microphone from Marcus.
JBL: When you see a wrestling god. You are suppose to bow, not watch.
Marcus snatches the microphone back.
Marcus: And when you see a dominating Warhead, pissed off. You are suppose to shut your mouth, not get your ass whooped on your big retarded entrance.
JBL grins evilly at him. The music finally dies off.
Marcus[/b}: Forget that. Why are you out here anyway?
Marcus slams the microphone into JBL's chest for him to grab. JBL grabs the microphone.
JBL: Well, Marcus. As you may know, unlike you, I was successful in winning the 30-man Royal Rumble. However, you failed to win in the Elimination Chamber... But it's okay. I know little Rey had screwed you, but I'm sure, you'll deal with that little muskrat anytime now. I'm out here because, I want all these fans to look at a WRESTLING GOD and the soon to be new WWE Champion
JBL saids, closing his eyes in delightful matter and enjoying the "boo"ing and others.
The arena goes dark, when rainbow spotlights going off. At the titantron, it spelled Luigi name in big, green letters. Luigi's theme hits.
When we touchdown
In the Midwest we okay
E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekees, e'ry muhf**kin state
When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane gettin brain, 'till we
Touchdown, there aint no way to keep 'em quiet
Wit' T.I. and Shady baby we 'bout to excite a riot
When we touchdown
Luigi bursts through the curtains with the WWE Champion on his shoulders. Luigi wore these black baggy jeans, his pair of wrestling shoes, his Undertaker-life gloves, and one elbow pad on his right elbow. Luigi glares at the fans, going wild.
Luigi: Thanks for the love. But the kid is here!
Luigi was enjoying the attention, but he had to get serious.
Luigi: JBL and Marcus. I'm getting fed up with hearing both of your mouths ALREADY! JBL, you walk around talking about you a Wrestling God, but last time I checked, yo ass was afraid to mess with Undertaker. Marcus, you walk around, whining and complaining about you being screwed, but that's what the hell you get! You remember, when you send Grim Reaper to screw me in that match against you!? Huh? And I knocked Grim Reaper out with the Lights Out, but it was only a trap for me to get planted with a War Cutter! Yeah, I thought so. So, before any of you continue to whine about this and that. How about I just come down there and shut you both up, permentally. Ya dig?
Luigi was in a fighting mood. He haven't fully recovered from the Elimination Chamber, but he was still getting fed up with both JBL and Marcus for one night.
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