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 Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 7:49 pm
With Your Taste On My Lips I'm On A Ride
You're Toxic I'm Slippin Under
In The Taste Of Your Poison Paradise
I'm Addicted to You Don't You Know That You're Toxic?
The fans transform into a sea of boos, as Mr. CEO comes out through the entrance doors, followed up quickly by the General Manager of Friday Night Fate, Karen Jeremey. She holds in her hands a clipboard, which is not at all unnatural. However, many fans found the visage of Mr. CEO holding a large inflated Beach Ball to me in of itself... peculiar. They made a short walk down to the ring, Karen shooting rather slutty looks at some of the rampside fans. She walked up the steps ahead of Mr. CEO, who followed her. He opened the ropes for her, and she stepped in. The enigmatic company owner walked straight into the center of the ring, standing there, holding a beach ball with both hands, staring straight forward under his helmet. Karen came over and smoothed out his suit on his chest before walking to the side of the ring to get a microphone.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for joining us here on Friday Night Fate. FFA is always happy to welcome you fans into our midst. Now, after Open War, the field of battle here in FFA has changed, and it has changed DRASTICALLY. Legendary FFA figures Geoff AND the "Deadly Blue Giant" Sin both returned to action! And I don't want to give out any names, but they won't be alone! Along with that a brand new Canadian Champion was crowned in the wonderful Jacob Meyer, and we also found brand new Tag Team Champions in the Saints. Careful Shanahan. If you win any more gold, your pants might fall down!" She giggled. Mr. CEO turned his head only slightly to look at the back of her head before staring forward again.
"But we are here to announce some huge plans for DEATH ROW, our next Pay Per View event! And boy, its gonna be a big one, isn't it Mr. CEO?" She looked at him.
Mr. CEO said nothing.
"Thats right! And I don't know about any of you ladies in the crowd, but I like 'em big! You see, we realize that it is the very first of September and many of our younger viewers, bless their scarred little minds, will be going back to school now! And we just HATE that!" Karen says and walks over to Mr. CEO, rubbing his beach ball sensually. "THAT is why Mr. CEO and I have come up with a way to EXTEND THE SUMMER THIS YEAR!" The fans stood to their feet and started to cheer, believing this whore-woman could actually delay the fall season.
"You see, Mr. CEO and I have spent a little extra money, which really was like chump change to this man, to reserve a long section of beach in Florida, where we will hold Death Row LIVE, private to those who purchase tickets!" The fans cheered a little less, interested in the aspect. "And with that we bring to you a few brand new concepts, not just to FFA Entertainment but to Wrestling! You see, I've been pounding and riding the research and development team rather hard recently, and we've finally perfected... the floating Wrestling Ring!!" The fans were confused. Less by the concept of a wrestling ring on water, and more by the obvious innuendo by Karen. Mr. CEO just stood there with his beach ball.
"In what we call a Lonely Island match, six lucky FFA Superstars will compete in a Battle Royal! The goal, throw your opponents into the drink and claim the Lonely Island as your own! Now don't worry, superstars, you will have a prize to claim, to be announced later!" The fans cheered.
"And, of course, what would Death Row be with out punishment and humiliation!! At Death Row, on our regular ring on the beach, we will see the finals of a tournament set to start tonight. I call this little ditty the Execution Tournament! 8 Superstars will fight it out in one on one contests, but heres the catch... the LOSERS will advance in the tournament until the final two meet at the Pay Per View. The Loser will be SEVERELY punished by not only me, but all of the Free For All Fans! And our superstars are just finding this out, but the 8 of you have already been selected. Danielson, Nuke? One of you gets Number 1 Contendership tonight. The other... advances in the Execution tournament. Matt Stone? Saint Joey? Yes, I'm sorry, but you two better get your angers out on each other. One of you is going to advance in the Execution tournament. To show you I'm not sexist, I'm afraid that Christina Parks... if you don't beat Brian Ongaku tonight, you too will face a possible execution. And finally..."
((Planned Interruption))
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:04 pm
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:06 pm
"We will... have..." Karen was stopped mid-sentence as the theme music hit. Mr. CEO did not turn his head, but actually his whole body step by step to see who was interrupting, not letting go of his beach ball.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:11 pm
Eazy E the man from Compton California looked serious business enough to interrupt Miss Karen and Mr. Ceo. He walked toward the ring in a gangster limp his notepad in his backpocket he was received with boos as they recognized him from before. Eazy climbed the ring throwing the West Coast sign to the crowd before grabbing a microphone and raising it to his lips.
"Yo yo cut tha s**t." Eazy motioned for his music to stop. " Damn ey ***** CEO that's a nice fine piece of bootay you got there..." Eazy said looking at Karen up and down before whispering to CEO "Have you hit that?" Eazy motioned a high five.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:12 pm
Karen looked around, wondering if Eazy realized she was right there. Not that she really minded his comments.
MR. CEO on the other hand did not move a muscle when prompted. At least to the untrained eye. Anyone truly paying attention could see that his arms and the beach ball were shaking a little.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:16 pm
Eazy shook his head in disappointment and his tone of voice sounded aggravated this time. He turned his attention to Karen. "Alright b***h! can you tell your ***** Eazy why in the ******** would you leave him out of the card!?" Eazy exclaimed not sounding pleased. "There cannot be no ******** Death Row without Controversy!" Eazy stopped and calmed down a little. " So I bet you never slept with a ***** before huh? Well tell you what you give your ***** a match at Death Row and I'll show your fine a** what a ***** like myself is capable in my locker room" Eazy winked at her awaiting an answer.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:22 pm
"Excuse me?!" Karen shouted.
Meanwhile, some fans backed away from the barricade, because he was shaking violently, until finally he popped his beach ball. Karen walked over to him and put a hand on his chest to calm him down. "I understand Mr. CEO. I get what you're saying." She said. She would then explain for the fans who clearly must have missed something.
"Mister E, how dare you talk to me in that manner! Where do you get off thinking you can get away with such language and offensive material on my show!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:26 pm
Eazy took out his notepad and wrote down
Eazy-1
Karen-0
Feeling victory that he managed to get her to scream and to get Mr. CEO to somehow pop a beachball.
"yes this may be your show hoe, but I want my match!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:39 pm
"Wow I... I can't... I..." She pauses and takes a deep breath. "Okay, Eazy... you'll have your chance to get on the Death Row PPV... but it won't be as a winner, it will be as a loser, because as of right now, you are the seventh man in the Execution Tournament!" The fans cheered, as Mr. CEO nodded in his approval, fists clenched. "Would you like to meet the eighth? You know him pretty well!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:02 pm
Eazy smiled with confusion. "Probably some lame a** nobody.."
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:21 pm
"Not quite. See. He's an old friend of Mr. CEO and I's and... well..." She looks at Mr. CEO and nods. "Well, guess what, I won't say who it is because your match? Is next!" Mr. CEO and Karen took steps backward and out of the ring, as the show went to commercial.
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