Today's fortune cookie: “Don't trust rankings in growlie rounds.”
Click Here And then Here!Fock the Watchmen, this is the smiley face people love. To the sound of thunderous cheers, here comes MicKISS Foley, sharing the spotlight with his trusted friend,
a '70s dressed Mr. Socko.Never one to be upstaged in the audience's eye, Shawn ParaMichaels points to the cameras and – flashing the
Degeneration X Growlie Sign – warns Mr McMahon:
“This is my ring, I'm untouchable, I can do whatever I want. Fock you and your wimpy cowardly delicate ears!”
Vindi Mac clenches his jaw, summons Sgt Slaughter with a quick nod, and sends him backstage with a message. Something's definitely brewing.
The crowd is overjoyed by the act of open rebellion, tempting the Fabulous DogBird to follow suit. The NederMarvel jumps on the turnbuckle, flips a finger to the promoter and shouts:
“I'm raping your growlie allergic eardrums, you corrupt fock. Listen to
the resultaten of sound nog bring propey! MacMahon graciously responds:
Amidst the turmoil, the Fogey Madmen Allegiance is sharpening a new aggression strategy; King George is suddenly wearing a pair of self-made brass knuckles (no link here. It's a private file, ask the king if you want to give it a listen), while the Sheik is brandishing his
flagpole, signed by Ike Willis.Sting is fuming; he doesn't like other wrestlers using weapons. He feels he's the only one worthy enough to sport an
anxiety-inducing weapon, and time has come to let the MormIron bully know. A
Bjorkish Sneak Attack Swing … and a miss! The Sheik will never know how fortunate he has been bending down to pick up his fallen golden tooth from the floor at the right time.
“What the fock is that dude smiling for?”, is thinking the DogBird projecting himself towards Foley with a vicious
Father of All Orcs Spear, only to be matadored out of the way by the deceptively clumsy stunt virtuoso, and straight into Michaels' grasp.
“Hi. Go fetch some Corn in the stands” - whispers the Heartbreak Kid before performing a
The Great Debate's Evil Twin Flying Forearm Smash sending both the Dog and the Bird straight onto the barricades outside the ring. It would be a perfect moment to posture, but three unwise men have other plans.
As synchronised as only three lunatics can randomly be, the Merry Old Timers crowd the young heel; The Sheik pounding with
Burnt Weeny Sandwich Knees, Foley with
Astbury Sings Page Headbutts, and finally The Animal laying the Showstopper's body on the top rope while eating a
Kinda The Real Thing Buckle. ParaMichaels is hanging by hope's last rope, and he tries a desp … wait a minute!
Why is the crowd cheering, Gene?
“Oh, my god! It can't be!”
“Yes, it can”
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