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| "Yippidey doo dah, yippidey yeh, my, oh my, what a wonderful day! Plenty of sunshine heading our way, yippidey doo dah, yippidey yeh!" {Author belts out the verses of a popular children's song from the shower, as Eugene pops open a cork from a bottle of champagne. He pours a glass for Martha, who carefully secures the stainless crystal with her nubs. Eugene pours 3 more glasses, and blares up the stereo to drown out the herendous voice of Author.} :::High Class has done it. For the second time in the stint with the TWW, High Class is on top of the tag team world, among other things....(Ask Eugie) This title reign has meaning for the dynamic duo. They EARNED the gold, they WORKED for the gold, they accomplished their goal- on their own. Many say that the success of High Class falls on the shoulders of Martha, the mesmerizing, and beautiful girlfriend of Eugene Morris Esquire. Is she a good luck charm? A rabbit's foot? Well, no, she doesn't have feet...A lucky bracelet? Well, no, she doesn't have arms...Martha is just Martha, a confident attractive 75 year old woman with a heart of gold and a chest that challenges the likes of Pamela Anderson. Eugene and Author are changed men, and whether they will admit it or not, Martha is the third member of this team::: "Eugie honey, I wrote a song for you!" "Really sweetie, can I hear it!?" "Sure Eugie...{Singing} "I smell sex and candy,yeah...Whose that lounging in my WHEELchair, yeah...Sticking my pegs up my-" "Hey guys!" {Author steps out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around him. Martha flashes a smile at Eugene, as Author takes a sip of champagne} "Hey Martha, I'm sure Eugene has told you, but thanks alot, for everything. The warm-up suits, the shoes, and letting us crash here for a few weeks...You're a real sweetheart." "Don't mention it Author, and hey, don't get too attached to that towel too long, I have a surprise for you..." {Suddenly, an elderly woman walks in to the bedroom. She's about 82, and has a walker. Her false teeth slip out of her mouth, as she mumbles something along the lines of,"Hello."} "Here, let me help you with that..." {Author picks up the teeth, and looks back at Martha. He gives her the thumbs-up, as he slowly puts the teeth in their appropriate mouth...} "I knew you would like her Author...Now why don't you take her to the guest room, Eugie and I have some celebrating to do..." *Scene Fade* |
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