Posted by Maroon on 7/27/2001, 8:46 am
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[lets sit back kids and just watch what is going on. its not really needed to where we are because its all irrelevant in the grand schemes of this roleplay] Gillian Larcia: Now entering the arena.. Being accompanied by Edge.. Weighing at a combined weight of 505 pounds.. From San Antonio, Ontario Mexico.... They are the WWF Tag Team Champions!!!!! Chris Benoit... and Haku... The Hardy Boyz!!!!! Maroon: ...... Hall: What?? You always look at me like that when she does that... Maroon: But the chick does that when were not even in the arena. She did it when we drove through McDonalds... Hall: Hey.. dont get mad at me... She was cheap plus she's hot... ass.. Maroon: Mini Maroon.. take care of her.. Im tired of hitting her with The Payback today... Hall: He can do The Payback??? Maroon: No not yet.. But watch... [Mini Maroon goes up to Gillian Larcia grabs her ankles and knocks her on her back. He puts her ankles under his arms and rolls her over and puts her in the Mini Stuck In The Middle] Maroon: See I taught him my other finisher... Hall: But he's just twisting her ankles, barely.. The Dudley Midgets can at least put people through a table.. Maroon: Ass... [just then a news paper boy holding up a newspaper comes up] Paper Boy: Extra.. Extra.. Read all about it..... Death makes a joke.... Hell froze over.... Pigs are Flying..Philly's look to win World Series, and Doug Stone finally talks!!!!! Maroon: C'mere kid.... Let me look at that... Is all this stuff on here true?!?!? Paper Boy: Well, not all of it.. the only thing thats true is that Death made a joke.. Maroon: Oh of course Stone wouldnt talk... Why would he when he has Hogan doing all of his talking... Hall: Oh, but Kidney Stone can sure kick ass and run in a lot for being a mute. It must be keen.. Maroon: Was it funny? Paper Boy: It had something to do with a monkey in his pocket.. Maroon: Well, Im sorry I missed that one.. Im sure it was about as funny as his dead babies.. What else did he say?? Paper Boy: Well, maybe you should buy a paper and find out.. Maroon: Oh really, now..... Mini Maroon... [Mini Maroon charges the paper boy knocks him on his back and puts him in the Mini Stuck In The Middle and Maroon takes the newspaper] Maroon: See what happens kid when you feck with Maroon.. you get your ankle twisted... BOOOYAH!! Tell that to Hogan and his dead babies.. Paper Boy: [writing in pain] Owww..But he said that he doesnt have dead babies... Maroon: Well.. Ive never heard him say that he goes to the bathroom and take a shit... So are we lead to believe that he holds all the crap that he holds up in his colon and not poop it out?? Hall:Well that would explain the s--- that comes from his mouth every time he talks.. Paper Boy: [crying] I dunno.. can you get this midget off of me??? Maroon: First tell me what he said.. You know, this is hurting you a lot more then its hurting me... Paper Boy: Umm.... argg... he said something about beating you... And how youre going to pay or... ow.. something.. Hall: We've already heard that interview before.. Remember, Maroon... Its the one where he's playing swords with Loner... Maroon: What?? No that was the one where he was making beer... Hall: No.. Im mistaken... Im sure it was the same one where he talked about he cried after you beat the crap out of him on Monday.. Maroon: That was a sweet win wasnt it. Hall: Sure was, Tazz.. err.. I mean.. ass.. Maroon: He you want to see my impression of ant given Hogan interview? Hall: Shoot.. Paper Boy: Help.... arrgg.. I cant feel my legs... Maroon: I know.. we've done the whole pseudo gothic gimmick the past week.. But I have been working on my actual Hogan impression ok... ready... [maroon turns around and then faces them again] Maroon: Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Maroon will pay. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Bash said my name. Now he will die! Trademark Trademark Trademark. Dont say my beer name!! Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah... Maroon: All you have to do is just change the people you're playing swords with and get a rental car and you have a Hogan Interview.. Paper Boy: Pleeeeeeeeease.. My legs are turning purple!!!! [whines like a nuke] Hall: Wow.. Im impressed. Thats great. Heres my impression of a Kidney Stone. Ready? [Hall turns around then back and just stands there confused] Maroon: Whats the matter?? Hall: I dunno how to do, Kidney Stone.. I dont think he ever talks or shows up except to kick our asses. Maroon: Well, I guess we can ask him how he sounds tomorrow.. Because of our match. You know since I got the win over Hogan. I went up in the rankins. I rule.. Hall: Well not as much as I rule. But the cool thing is. We dont have to worry about Death and Kidney running in our match tomorrow. So what are they going to do the other hour and fifty minutes of the show? Maroon: Hell if I care. He'll prolly do a run in while Im on the crapper. Hey I think I just gave him an idea... [the paper boy passes out from the pain] Hall: Hey I think Mini You killed him... Maroon: He load him in the back of the Dodge. we can go give him to Hogan and crew to cremate and put the ashes on there head for Ash Wednesday... Hall: But thats what Catholics do... Maroon: Catholics.. Gothics.. whats the difference?? Come.. Mini Maroon... [Mini Maroon drops the paper boy and they all leave whereever they were]