The heretic is always better dead...
Saint Joey was standing in the ring, a mic and bottle of Jack Daniels in hand!
"Dudes and dudettes, welcome to DCW!"
The crowd start a DCW chant! DCW! DCW! DCW!
"So, I was bored and have come out here to waste some of your time! And I'll do it like only I know how! By drinking! I'm challenging anybody in the arena today, to come here and drink me under the table with an oppertunity to win... um... well... this!"
Joey ruffled the IC title on his shoulder!
"Anyone want a shot?!"
Thousands in the arena shot their arms in the air. But one stood out for Joey...
"YOU!! Get out here!"
Joey pulled this man over the top rope, into the ring...
"Don't I know you? What's your name?"
The stranger spoke:
"My name is Fred Merley!"
Joey laughed slightly.
"So, you ready to do this?"
As soon as Joey spoke, hundreds of crew set up a table with mountains of drinks on it. Two chairs were put down by it, which Joey and Fred sat on. A buzzer went off, with a short countdown...
DRINK!
Joey and Fred both drank at a hearty pace. About 15 bottles of JD were devoured in 10 minutes. Joey looked perfectly happy with the situation, but Fred looked a little... worse for wear. After another bottle, Joey pushed Fred off his chair with one hand. Fred tried to stand, and fell over in comedic fashion. Joey laughed as he chugged another bottle down.
"The winner of the drinking contest... Saint Joey!"
Joey laughed harder, before Fred broke a bottle and threatened him...
Fred spoke...
"You wanna make a fool of me? I challenge you to a hardcore match!!"
Joey looked relatively calm. He turned his head round to Fred.
"You're on! Ring the bell!"
As the bell rang, Joey fell backwards as Fred tried to ram the bottle into his face, throwing Fred over onto the floor! Joey turned, folding up the chair he was sat on to swing it at Fred! It connected, as Fred lay on the ground. Joey lifted him, plastering him with the 11th commandment on the table! The other bottles broke, pouring litres of alcahol onto the mat and arena floor!
Joey pinned Fred. 1... 2... 3!
"Here is your winner...."
Joey grabbed his mic and spoke up...
"Ladies and gentleman, I win again!"
He stood and walked onto the ramp.
"That's all from me for today. Enjoy the show! Have a drink on me (but remember, you still have to pay)!"
Joey went backstage...
"Dudes and dudettes, welcome to DCW!"
The crowd start a DCW chant! DCW! DCW! DCW!
"So, I was bored and have come out here to waste some of your time! And I'll do it like only I know how! By drinking! I'm challenging anybody in the arena today, to come here and drink me under the table with an oppertunity to win... um... well... this!"
Joey ruffled the IC title on his shoulder!
"Anyone want a shot?!"
Thousands in the arena shot their arms in the air. But one stood out for Joey...
"YOU!! Get out here!"
Joey pulled this man over the top rope, into the ring...
"Don't I know you? What's your name?"
The stranger spoke:
"My name is Fred Merley!"
Joey laughed slightly.
"So, you ready to do this?"
As soon as Joey spoke, hundreds of crew set up a table with mountains of drinks on it. Two chairs were put down by it, which Joey and Fred sat on. A buzzer went off, with a short countdown...
DRINK!
Joey and Fred both drank at a hearty pace. About 15 bottles of JD were devoured in 10 minutes. Joey looked perfectly happy with the situation, but Fred looked a little... worse for wear. After another bottle, Joey pushed Fred off his chair with one hand. Fred tried to stand, and fell over in comedic fashion. Joey laughed as he chugged another bottle down.
"The winner of the drinking contest... Saint Joey!"
Joey laughed harder, before Fred broke a bottle and threatened him...
Fred spoke...
"You wanna make a fool of me? I challenge you to a hardcore match!!"
Joey looked relatively calm. He turned his head round to Fred.
"You're on! Ring the bell!"
As the bell rang, Joey fell backwards as Fred tried to ram the bottle into his face, throwing Fred over onto the floor! Joey turned, folding up the chair he was sat on to swing it at Fred! It connected, as Fred lay on the ground. Joey lifted him, plastering him with the 11th commandment on the table! The other bottles broke, pouring litres of alcahol onto the mat and arena floor!
Joey pinned Fred. 1... 2... 3!
"Here is your winner...."
Joey grabbed his mic and spoke up...
"Ladies and gentleman, I win again!"
He stood and walked onto the ramp.
"That's all from me for today. Enjoy the show! Have a drink on me (but remember, you still have to pay)!"
Joey went backstage...
... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
