Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 22:37:26 GMT -4
[PJ connects Kutter with a swift backhand knife chop to his chest and the big man turns around, grabbing the area which was struck. PJ runs at him, kicking in in the back of the knee, bringing him down to his level: probably around 3'2". He hammers forearms and hard elbows on his back and drops him on the mat with a neckbreaker. Kutter moans and PJ climbs to his feet, looking down at him. He pulls him up and reels him in for a facelock. He lifts him up in the air and brings him down with a stalling suplex.]
PJ Curtis: "How did you like that, nigga?"
[PJ grabs Kutter's arm and drags him to his teams corner, tagging in Bob. Bob springboads over the top-rope, connecting a leg drop across Kutter's neck. The two bring him up and whip him at the ropes, then driving him into the mat with a double flapjack. Kutter recoils up and grabs his upperbody with his arms, feeling the pain while being winded. PJ goes out on the apron and stands there as Bob starts an assault on Kutter. Bob pulls him up and gives him a hard European uppercut. Flash stagges backwards into the rope and Bob punts him in the stomach. Kutter drops to his knees and Bob places the former Champion's chest on the second-rope. Bob stands on his back and holds onto the top-rope for leverage. He starts to jump up and down.]
Bob Pocket: "My name's Bob Pocket, bitch!"
[Bob hops off and turns around, taunting. He sees Michael Angelucci running his way, but Bob ducks and backbody drops the mother fucker over the top-rope and into the audience where he lands on a fat-ass mofo by the name of Michael Moore. His stomach breaks his fall, but it ends up exploding the food he ate out onto him. Full turkeys, hams, subs, burgers and fries are all over him in full shape.]
Michael Angelluci: "Hey! I just found a pez."
[Bob pulls Kutter up to his feet and slams him down on the mat with a bodyslam. PJ climbs to the top-rope and just simply steps off onto Kutter's stomach. Kutter rolls over in pain and the two pull him up. Bob lifts him up in a bearhug and PJ sees a good opportunity for a double-team move. He runs to the ropes behind Bob and comes back. He doesn't jump or anything, but instead pokes Kutter in the eyes. Bob momentarily throws Flash down with a hard spinebuster.]
PJ Curtis: "How's that KFC?"
Bob Pocket: "Pretty good, but it needs more salt."
Michael Moore: "Rahaha, I took all the samples."
[Bob gets angry and throws the Chicken bone at Michael, but it misses and hits Michael... Angelluci, that is. Its sharpness pins him to Moore's stomach and Angelluci starts to squirm, but can't get out of this situation. He starts screaming, but just buries his face into Moore's tit to smother himself. After about 11 point three seconds, Angelluci passes out and away. RIP, buddy. Your soul is now in a better place, but expect Moore to snack on you here on Earth. He's like that.]
Kutter Flash: "Michael! Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!"
[Bob dropkicks Kutter in the back, forcing him to go forward into the turnbuckle. PJ runs at him and does a roll-up pin and the referee starts to count. After three slams of the hand on the canvas, the three count is official and the bell starts to ring. Teh Slaxorz are handed the W2K Tag Team Championships and raise them in the air.
"Here are your winners and the NEW W2K Tag Team Champions of the World; PJ Curtis and Bob Pocket, teh slaxorz!!!"
[Things start go blurry for him and he opens his eyes. PJ sits up fast and touches himself everywhere and realizes that he has just had a dream.]
PJ Curtis: "Me? Tag Team Champion? No! NO! Too much pressure... TOO MUCH PRESSURE! TOO MUCH WORK, NO FREE TIME! RAWR!"
[PJ rips the blankets off of himself and runs out the locker-room in his underwear. He is in the hallway, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep. He keeps walking and bumps into somebody. He looks up and sees Kutter and Michael holding their Tag Team belts on their shoulders, just showing them off like they always do.]
PJ Curtis: "Get... get those AWAY from ME!!! What part of NO don't you guys understand?!"
[PJ starts screaming and runs down the hallway, penetrating through jiprock walls that are of people's locker-rooms, offices and such.]
PJ Curtis: "How did you like that, nigga?"
[PJ grabs Kutter's arm and drags him to his teams corner, tagging in Bob. Bob springboads over the top-rope, connecting a leg drop across Kutter's neck. The two bring him up and whip him at the ropes, then driving him into the mat with a double flapjack. Kutter recoils up and grabs his upperbody with his arms, feeling the pain while being winded. PJ goes out on the apron and stands there as Bob starts an assault on Kutter. Bob pulls him up and gives him a hard European uppercut. Flash stagges backwards into the rope and Bob punts him in the stomach. Kutter drops to his knees and Bob places the former Champion's chest on the second-rope. Bob stands on his back and holds onto the top-rope for leverage. He starts to jump up and down.]
Bob Pocket: "My name's Bob Pocket, bitch!"
[Bob hops off and turns around, taunting. He sees Michael Angelucci running his way, but Bob ducks and backbody drops the mother fucker over the top-rope and into the audience where he lands on a fat-ass mofo by the name of Michael Moore. His stomach breaks his fall, but it ends up exploding the food he ate out onto him. Full turkeys, hams, subs, burgers and fries are all over him in full shape.]
Michael Angelluci: "Hey! I just found a pez."
[Bob pulls Kutter up to his feet and slams him down on the mat with a bodyslam. PJ climbs to the top-rope and just simply steps off onto Kutter's stomach. Kutter rolls over in pain and the two pull him up. Bob lifts him up in a bearhug and PJ sees a good opportunity for a double-team move. He runs to the ropes behind Bob and comes back. He doesn't jump or anything, but instead pokes Kutter in the eyes. Bob momentarily throws Flash down with a hard spinebuster.]
PJ Curtis: "How's that KFC?"
Bob Pocket: "Pretty good, but it needs more salt."
Michael Moore: "Rahaha, I took all the samples."
[Bob gets angry and throws the Chicken bone at Michael, but it misses and hits Michael... Angelluci, that is. Its sharpness pins him to Moore's stomach and Angelluci starts to squirm, but can't get out of this situation. He starts screaming, but just buries his face into Moore's tit to smother himself. After about 11 point three seconds, Angelluci passes out and away. RIP, buddy. Your soul is now in a better place, but expect Moore to snack on you here on Earth. He's like that.]
Kutter Flash: "Michael! Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!"
[Bob dropkicks Kutter in the back, forcing him to go forward into the turnbuckle. PJ runs at him and does a roll-up pin and the referee starts to count. After three slams of the hand on the canvas, the three count is official and the bell starts to ring. Teh Slaxorz are handed the W2K Tag Team Championships and raise them in the air.
"Here are your winners and the NEW W2K Tag Team Champions of the World; PJ Curtis and Bob Pocket, teh slaxorz!!!"
[Things start go blurry for him and he opens his eyes. PJ sits up fast and touches himself everywhere and realizes that he has just had a dream.]
PJ Curtis: "Me? Tag Team Champion? No! NO! Too much pressure... TOO MUCH PRESSURE! TOO MUCH WORK, NO FREE TIME! RAWR!"
[PJ rips the blankets off of himself and runs out the locker-room in his underwear. He is in the hallway, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep. He keeps walking and bumps into somebody. He looks up and sees Kutter and Michael holding their Tag Team belts on their shoulders, just showing them off like they always do.]
PJ Curtis: "Get... get those AWAY from ME!!! What part of NO don't you guys understand?!"
[PJ starts screaming and runs down the hallway, penetrating through jiprock walls that are of people's locker-rooms, offices and such.]