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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:02 pm
Lita was in the ring with a microphone, her music was dying down as the "HOOOO" chants started up. "So I've been told I'm taking on the Michelin man in a hot dog eating contest? Really funny. Well, I think we all now who's coming out on top. Because after I shovel those footlongs down my throat, I'm gonna show you all that I deserve to be in the Women's title picture... or something." Lita shrugged. "But I encourage you, Drew, to come out here now and meet me face to face. Because you don't seem to understand that being a bad comedian will get you far here. Well... it worked for Doink, but he's not fat. Either way, GET YOUR a** DOWN HERE!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:10 pm
Three! four! Three! four! Three! four! [insert Ah-Ah's here] All this energy calling me Back where it comes from Its such a crude attitude Its back where it belongs All the little kids growing up on the skids are goin Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Carey made his way down to the ring, with a smile on his face. "Listen Mimi, we all know that you're angry that you have an issue with weight. We also know that after our encounter, you'll be begging to shove my footlong down your throat. From the looks of it, I'd say you could eat 20 hot dogs. Seems like those videos on the internet weren't fake."
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:03 pm
"Who's Mimi? Well, you're just mad because I'm gorgeous and you can't have me. And I'm sure you're throat's been a highway for food for however long you've been a blimp for."
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