Post by goldeneagle on Nov 11, 2007 19:52:38 GMT -5
*Jack Gaither is lying next to another wrestler inside a grave; they have both been "buried" in a Graveyard Battle Royal match at Dark Rituals, a major PPV card for one of the biggest independent promotions in the Southern territory*
You know something, I don't think our girlfriends will get us laid in a place like this, especially when we're six feet under.
WRESTLER: You can say that again Gaither.
*Suddenly, a security team shows up to help extricate the two men from their predicament. The team's leader points to the other wrestler first.*
SECURITY: Hey! Let me help you outta there Mike!
*The security team extricates Mike from the grave, then point over to Jack, who's still in the grave.*
OK Jack, it's your turn.
No way...I was dreaming that my girl was on top of me; we were drunk and--
Oh, cut it out with the "Romeo and Juliet" crap and get out of that friggin' grave!
Whatever you say...
*Jack is soon extricated out of the grave site as Katherine runs in to deliver a message.*
KATHERINE: Jackie baby! I just got word from Adrian--
Did you just say "Adrian"?
Yes, I said Adrian. He wants us to fly to Boston to help inaugurate this new brand called "AWG".
WHOA! This is heavy...
Look, I know that you and I have had our spats with the AWG back in the old ACW, but now is our chance to JOIN them. Hell, we've got possession of Falcone's private jet, "Cartel One". We need to use it!
Sure thing! Let's go to Boston!
*Jack and Katherine board the private jet--now rechristened "Dynasty One"--and fly to Boston, where some former ACW colleagues await their arrival. The reunion of former ACW stars is bittersweet, and the group celebrates over a few beers at a local pub. Jack raises his glass of beer and gives a toast.*
Here's to our reunion. Out with ACW, and in with AWG, baby!
ALL IN UNISON: AMEN!
Oh yeah, and here's to Falcone for screwing us over in the past...
*The group goes crazy as Jack and Katherine raise their hands in the air, but with their middle fingers sticking out. The jukebox starts to play Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody", and the group of former ACW stars--now officially in AWG--begins the traditional "Bo Rap" sing-along.*
"BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY"
Words by: FREDDIE MERCURY
Performed by: QUEEN
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me!!
*The group begins the traditional "headbang" during the heavy metal portion of the song. Once the song slows back down to "ballad" speed, the sing-along reaches its ending.*
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
*The random chatter in the pub continues as the reunion celebration moves forward...*
You know something, I don't think our girlfriends will get us laid in a place like this, especially when we're six feet under.
WRESTLER: You can say that again Gaither.
*Suddenly, a security team shows up to help extricate the two men from their predicament. The team's leader points to the other wrestler first.*
SECURITY: Hey! Let me help you outta there Mike!
*The security team extricates Mike from the grave, then point over to Jack, who's still in the grave.*
OK Jack, it's your turn.
No way...I was dreaming that my girl was on top of me; we were drunk and--
Oh, cut it out with the "Romeo and Juliet" crap and get out of that friggin' grave!
Whatever you say...
*Jack is soon extricated out of the grave site as Katherine runs in to deliver a message.*
KATHERINE: Jackie baby! I just got word from Adrian--
Did you just say "Adrian"?
Yes, I said Adrian. He wants us to fly to Boston to help inaugurate this new brand called "AWG".
WHOA! This is heavy...
Look, I know that you and I have had our spats with the AWG back in the old ACW, but now is our chance to JOIN them. Hell, we've got possession of Falcone's private jet, "Cartel One". We need to use it!
Sure thing! Let's go to Boston!
*Jack and Katherine board the private jet--now rechristened "Dynasty One"--and fly to Boston, where some former ACW colleagues await their arrival. The reunion of former ACW stars is bittersweet, and the group celebrates over a few beers at a local pub. Jack raises his glass of beer and gives a toast.*
Here's to our reunion. Out with ACW, and in with AWG, baby!
ALL IN UNISON: AMEN!
Oh yeah, and here's to Falcone for screwing us over in the past...
*The group goes crazy as Jack and Katherine raise their hands in the air, but with their middle fingers sticking out. The jukebox starts to play Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody", and the group of former ACW stars--now officially in AWG--begins the traditional "Bo Rap" sing-along.*
"BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY"
Words by: FREDDIE MERCURY
Performed by: QUEEN
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me!!
*The group begins the traditional "headbang" during the heavy metal portion of the song. Once the song slows back down to "ballad" speed, the sing-along reaches its ending.*
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
*The random chatter in the pub continues as the reunion celebration moves forward...*