Click Here And then Here!And in a blur of Glaschu rage, here steps the greatest be-kilted fighter the world has seen, fock that MacLeod wimp. The Piper doesn't need a sword, he has a mic:
“When you think you've found the answer, I change the sogging question!”
The audience is aghast. Leave it to the mad scotsman to bring
classical music bolas to a rock fight. With a pict battlecry he jumps into the ring, assaulting MicKISS Foley in order the establish once and for all what's trendier between tartan and grunge flannel. Roddy goes for a
Huapango Low Blow, but Foley draws a bizarre Sinatra-shaped statuette from his pockets and clobbers the astonished scot on the forehead.
“It's my immunity idol, bitch! I won it pimping Donna Summer, HAVE A NICE DAY!”
“Is it true, Gene? Let's see what Mr McMahon has to say:”
“I feel love”
“Right. Back to the ring, Bobby”
Back to the ring – Bobby - Sting has finally gotten rid of his ugly bat; he's going to settle the score with the Sheik by the sole sheer power of his
Maynard Theater Arms. The wrestler_on_acid gains center ring and defiantly points toward his mustachoed middle-eastern foe, who answers the challenge in
dissonant tone: “You BrandonLeeTheCrow dick want piece of Sheik yes? Sheik make you eat broom and sweep the mat no hands you painted ho!”
The two giants lock arms and drag each other towards the ropes, both torsos out of the ring; it's a virtual draw between
A Little Too Much Tool Strength and
Better Sounding St Anger Gloom. As usual in this promotion, the body less ballasted with melody is the one falling to the ground. The crowd practically mourns as the MormIron leaves the premises in a flurry of elaborate curses.
On the other side of the ring, two weird wrestlers are deeply distracted in debate:
“ROAAAR”
“I understand perfectly, and you are not
entirely wrong, and I never implied you were, but we need to look at roaaar from a bi-partisan standpoint ...”
“roar?”
“... it behooves us as bringers of sensible meaning in this conversation to make sure the roar situation is analysed the right way, because there is a
right way to …
“ROAAAAAAAARRRRRR!”
“sigh”
Enter the Piper:
“Well, I'm from Glasgow, not Manchester, and I have no idea what ye laddies are munchin' about, but lemme point out there's a bloody giant Danzig impersonator in a trench coat who has just thrown your camel buggering friend off the ring!”
“Good lord!”
“roar!”
As a well oiled machine,
beard and
the beast launch a synchronised assault on the Sting, one reaching with a
Bonzo-less Zep '83 Kick, the other grabbing with
Dubious Production Claws. Limbs and sweat turn and twist, but no one is given to impose his will. A Piper is laughing, while two men, a dog, and a beautiful lady prepare to join the joust.
Challenges:
Podaar, king, Stadler target Puppies
romdrums targets Stadler
Puppies targets Podaar.
Eliminated:
Podaar. I begged you to join because I knew how much fun you would have brought. You lost for a hair, but your hysterical in-character tirades make you the roulette virtual MVP. Thank you so much.
Survivors:
Puppies
romdrums
king
Stadler
Song Standings:
Arcane – Promise (Part2)
Mastodon – Roots Remain
Zebra – Who's Behind the Door
Mile Marker Zero – Propaganda
Alberto Ginastera – Danza Final (Malambo)
ariich, lonestar, the wait is over.
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