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The Match Game |
Pictures of Gene Rayburn and Charles Nelson Reiley courtesy of matchgamepm.com. I don't own the Match Game, so... yeah. |
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Announcer: And now, it's time for everybody's favorite gameshow, The Match Game '01! On, today's show, our celebrity panel will consist of the staff of John's Tenchi Muyo! Page. First, the owner and Editor-In-Chief John! John: Hey, how's it going? Announcer: Advice columnist and police officer, Kiyone Makibi! Kiyone: ~sigh~ How did I get talked into this? |
Announcer: Fanfiction and FanArt editor and all around genius, Washu Hakubi! Washu: *waving* Hiya. But... could you call me Washu-chan? Announcer: Eh... sure. And the last member of our panel, Charles Nelson Reiley! John: Who? He's not a member of my staff. Announcer: Yeah, but we can't get rid of the guy. We think he lives in the studio. *ahem* And now, the star of Match Game '01, Gene Rayburn. |
Gene: Hello, and welcome to Match Game. How are you doing tonight, panel? John: I'm not sure. I'll let you know after I figure out whether this is a rash or not. Does this look like a rash? Washu: Let me look at that. Hmm... more like some burst blood vessel under the surface of the skin. Kiyone: You don't mean... Washu: Yup, John has a hickey. |
Kiyone: More like he gave himself one with the vacuum cleaner... John: Hey! How do you know it's not real? Women are all over me all the time! Kiyone: No they aren't... Charles: *innocent look* Well, I certainly didn't give it to him. Gene: Be quiet, Charles. Your jokes aren't funny. They never were. *Charles eyes downcast* Gene: On with the game! Let's introduce our players, Ryoko and Ayeka! |
Ayeka: It's a pleasure to be here, Gene-san. Ryoko: All right! What a great chance to earn some extra cash. Ayeka: Really, Ryoko... why can't you just enjoy the game? Ryoko: *grumbles* Prissy princess... Gene: Anywho, our first question is for Ayeka. "Dorky Dave was so dumb, that when his wife told him to take out the trash, he took it to *blank*." Okay panel. Write your responses. Okay, princess. Where did he take the trash? |
Ayeka: He was so dumb, that he gave the trash to the security officer instead of the kitchen attendant. *giggles* Oh, sometimes I'm so funny, I startle myself. Gene: Uh... well, maybe... how did you respond, panel? John: I said, he took the trash to dinner. Ayeka... what were you thinking? Kiyone: I said, he gave the trash to Mihoshi. *laughs, then falls off chair* Ow... Washu: He was so dumb... he gave the piece of trash a regular position on the game show, Match Game. Charles: Hey! I resemble that! Er... I mean, resent that. Anywho, I said he was so dumb, that he took the trash to the trash can. Ha ha... |
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Everyone: -_-* Gene: Oh, well. Ayeka didn't have any matches. Now, it's Ryoko's turn... Ryoko? Where is she? John: It looks like she took off. Washu: With the prize money, no doubt. Go check. |
Announcer: She's right, Gene. The money's gone. Gene: Oh, well. She would've won anyway. Tough break, princess. Ayeka: What? I want a rematch! Kiyone: *getting back on her chair* That's smarts... did I miss anything? John: Yeah, the game's over, Kiyone. Although, that doesn't mean the fun has to stop, already. *innocent grin* Kiyone: I'm not in the mood tonight. Make a move on me, and you won't walk for a week. Is that clear enough for you? John: ...crystal clear. *slumps in chair* Gene: Well, that's all for Match Game '01. Good night, folks! |