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 Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:49 pm
Burchill, dressed in funk clothes, came out with Gregory Helms music blasting and made his way down the entrance ramp, doing funk dances, and then entered the ring and grabbed a microphone from the announcer and waited for Gregory to come out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:50 pm
Harry Smith, dressed like Gregory Helms with a nose cast, came out. He walked to the ring, grabbed a mike, and turned to Burchill.
"What is going on? Why are we here? Why are you wearing that?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:52 pm
The Prince of Funk then replied, "Well, before we get to me, we gotta get to you. What the hell is the deal with you and your nose?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:55 pm
"Well, being on Velocity for three weeks led to my nose being broken."
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:57 pm
"Wow. You suck. Velocity? Thats all you got? Harry Smith and Burchill actually have skills, and can get on whatever they want. When compared to you, well you must as well be a piece of..." and was cut off by "Helms".
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:01 pm
"Hey," Helms said, cutting the Prince of Funk off, "At least I'm on TV. Or on people's computers. If they're stupid enough to watch my matches."
"But wait. This isn't about us. This is about our enemies, and their stupid stable. That stupid Burchill and his pirate style. And that stupid sexy musclebound Smith. Then there's Mr. Kennedy, who's way to talented for me to talk about. The suprise member the promised...And their manager..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:04 pm
"Well, that manager is a babe. If we only had a manager like that. She is burning up. Well, if I might say shes, well, a... a... a...." Burchill stuttered.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:04 pm
"Don't say it, Prince of Funk."
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:06 pm
"Fine, but I don't have to say it..... SHES A........" Superfreak by Rick James played as the Prince of Funk purposely screamed it poorly into the microphone.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:08 pm
"Cut the music! Cut the music!" Smith screamed as the music faded out. "Wow, you suck, Prince of Funk. Why'd you become the Prince of Funk, anyway?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:12 pm
''Well, I decided that the Prince of Punk was simply.... junk. And Prince of Funk was just a natural choice, considering my mad dance moves and such," Burchill replied as he did Disco and Funk dances across the ring.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:14 pm
"Wow. We are both complete losers." Smith turned to Burchill, who was doing pathetic dance moves across the ring. "How are we ever going to stand a chance against Smith, Burchill, Kennedy, or even JT?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:16 pm
"I dunno. We're pretty screwed," the Prince of Funk said into the microphone as he stopped dancing. "Maybe you can use your nose cast or something?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:17 pm
"Yeah. Or maybe you could show them naked pictures of Beth. After all, you were seen taking pictures of Beth in the shower..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:19 pm
"Well, shes also well, a SUPAFREAK! I wouldn't, well, well, wouldn't mind...." Burchill said as he finally couldn't restrain himself from vomiting in the middle of the ring.
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