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“Nash luvs men”
These immortal words, spoken by none other than memo himself, sparked what is possibly the greatest rivalry in WMW history. Starting way back in 1912, when the WMW was but a whale of a time, when Nash was still in cereal boxes, and when memo was merely a speck on the horizon of time. 48.6 years of history, all culminating TONIGHT, in our feature EXCHANGE MONETARY FUNDS FOR VIEWING SPECTACLE:
Trounce: The Mutes Attack
BEWARE: TONIGHTS EPISODE IS VERY VIOLENT AND DISTURBING FROM THE BEGINNING, AND CONTAINS A LOT OF HOMOEROTIC IMAGES
As the fireworks explode all around memo’s old bike sheds, the Titantron crashes out his signature music.
DUN, DUN DUN DUN DUN , DOO DOO DO , DOO DO DUH DUH, DO DO DOO DOOOOOO it musicises. DOOO DU DOOO DU, DOO DUH DUH , DOOOO
“OH DEAR GOD WHAT IN HELL IS THIS?!?” Jim Ross screams into his mic.
Memo comes trouncing down the walkway, dressed in naught but his sequined wooden PC case, with his little puppy, cinnuMUNN (thinks he’s people) under his overly knobby arm.
Memo slithers into the ring, in his rather snakelike fashion. Munn thinks he’s people.
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THIS VILE MADNESS?!?!” Jim Ross squawks into his mic “I CAN’T BELIVE WHAT HAS JUST OCCURRED HERE TONIGHT!!”
Upon hearing this, memo comes over to Jim Ross.
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU MONSTER?”
memo gets out his trumpet, and lays Jim Ross out
“OH DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? THIS IS SICK, JUST SICK” Jim Ross’ voice shouts, eerily from the middle distance.
At this Nash comes running down the walkway, his cape gently fluttering against his bare nads. Memo hasn’t seen him and continues stroking the downed Jim Ross’ forehead. Seeing his opportunity, Nash climbs up on the turnbuckle, and readies himself, before leaping, like the bird he surely is, straight into memo’s back
“OH MY GOD WHAT A CROSSBODY!! I’M SURE HE’S BROKEN A RIB!! THAT WAS JUST AMAZING, ONE OF THE MOST AWE INSPIRING FEATS EVER IN THE WMW, I AM SURE OF IT”
Both memo and Nash lay face down outside the ring. Nash is on top. Small movements can be seen in the hip area.
Suddenly, the camera cuts to the titantron. djerrud emerges, stealthily at first, followed by some small towns. He creeps down the walkway, before reaching under the ring.
“OH GOD WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING? WHAT IN THE HELL COULD HE BE DOING UNDER THE RING? THIS IS SICK, JUST SICK”
djerrud is seen to pull out a 20ft ladder. He slides it into the ring and follows. As he sets it up by the ropes, memo and Nash start to stir; there must be life in them there bone(r)s.
djerrud starts climbing to the top of the ladder, slowly. As he makes it to the top, we see him setting up for a fatal, flying blow.
“OH MY GOD THIS OLD WOMAN IS PUTTING HER LIFE ON THE LINE HERE. WHAT A BRAVE OLD WOMAN SHE IS. I HAV…WHAT? THAT’S A MAN?! YOU’RE JOKING!”
As memo and Nash try and move from their prone position, Nash accidentally snags himself on memo’s behind. They struggle to unhook each other, but they are not working fast enough.
The camera cuts to the top of the ladder. djerrud has a chair, and he stands tall.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? HE CAN’T POSSIBLY BE THINKING OF JUMPING OFF THAT? IT’S OVER 30ft FROM THE GROUND. HE WILL NEVER SURVIVE A FORTY FOOT DROP LIKE THAT! THIS RIVALRY IS GETTING OUT OF HAND, AND I FOR ON…OH MY GOD HE DID IT!!”
djerrud flies through the air, chair in hand, towards the struggling, and erect, Nashandmemobot.
He connects with possibly one of the most devastating moves ever seen in the world of WMW.
Jim Ross has passed out from the excitement. LET’S HOPE HE’S OKAY. DEAR GOD LET’S HOPE HE’S OKAY.
The scene outside the ring is of pure carnage. djerrud, memo and Nash lay in a pile on the hard floor. Boy is that floor hard. So very hard. Oh, oh,oh *splurts* .
There are loud murmurings coming from the pile of bodies on the floor. Heavy breathing is heard by the cameraman, who splashes his load onto the inside of his J C Penny slacks, with the sheer excitement of it all. djerrud starts to come round, and drags himself off of Nash’s naked behind, dribbling some liquid from his groinal area as he slides away. Dragging himself to his feet, djerrud surveys the damage he has caused, and a disgustingly pleased smile draws itself across his now-bloody face. Holding his ribs, he moves slowly towards the titantron.
Suddenly, everything goes dark. Light starts to seep from the titantron entrance, and a strangely shaped figure is outlined. The camera focuses on djerrud’s face. He grabs a microphone from someone, and dribbles slowly and sexily into it:
“LUKE GET YOUR BIG FAT ASS OUT OF MY DAMNED WAY”
Luke comes pounding down the walkway towards djerrud, who stands his ground menacingly. As the sound of Luke’s pounding feet reverberates around the old bike sheds, memo is awakened. He moves slowly to his feet, untangling himself from the naked and prone Nash, resisting the urge to just take him right there and then. As he ponders, the words “SHOCKINGLY GAY SCENES IMMANENT: SEND YOUR HETEROSEXUAL CHILDREN TO THEIR HETEROSEXUAL CAGES AND BEDS AND LEAVE THEM THERE UNTILTHE HETEROSEXUAL MORNING” flash across the screen.
Memo moves towards Nash, his hands outstretched, as the camera cuts to the battle between Luke and djerrud. Continuous shouts of “LUKE GET YOU FAT ASS OUT OF MY DAMN ASS” are heard by all and sundry, especially sundry. A right hook to the face by djerrud, followed by a low blow. Oooh that connected. Luke goes down, holding his crotch. djerrud, seeing his opportunity, moves in for the kill. OH MY GOD WHAT AN AMAZING SUPLEX. HOW IN THE HELL DID HE MANAGE THAT? WHAT THE HELL KEEPS THIG YOUNG OLD WOMAN AND HIS GAY DOG GOING?? IS IT STEROIDS? CABBAGES? MONKIE BEANS? OR IS IT MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE, GETS? *gets gets gets*
djerrud continues his barrage of superfly moves, straight out of the superfly handbook: Piledriver, german suplex, fireman’s carry, reverse penetration, facemask, lower groin strain, the list goes on. Memo pulls out of Nash, and, still dripping, moves towards the ring. He moves in silently, and djerrud is too busy with Luke and HIS FAT ASS to notice memo climbing the 20/30ft ladder, very slowly, as he is supposedly injured. Memo stands tall on top of the 80ft ladder, and surveys the action below him. He launches himself off of the 9ft ladder, falling to the ground in a perfectly executed CROSSBODY OH WHAT A CROSSBODY, but before he reaches the ground, a now awakened Nash dives into the ring and CONNECTS WITH A DEVESTATING SPEAR, MID AIR, TAKING OUT MEMO AND NASH AND djerrud AND LUKE AND HIS BIG FAT ASS! THIS IS LIKE NOTHING JIM ROSS HAS EVER SEEN BEFORE IN HIS WHOLE DAMNED CAREER! OH GOD.
As the four lay motionless in the ring, a small, girlish boy jumps out of the crowd, dressed all in black with long flowing golden locks. He slithers into the ring, and puts his hand on memo’s chest, moving it around slowly. A referee enters (Nash) and hits the one, two, three count.
This small boy is the new WMW women’s heavyweight European women’s featherweight men’s overall American title for the fourth time.
As the camera pans out, Jim Ross can be heard saying
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE WE WITNESSED HERE TODAY? THERE’LL BE HELL TO PAY, HELL TO PAY”
These immortal words, spoken by none other than memo himself, sparked what is possibly the greatest rivalry in WMW history. Starting way back in 1912, when the WMW was but a whale of a time, when Nash was still in cereal boxes, and when memo was merely a speck on the horizon of time. 48.6 years of history, all culminating TONIGHT, in our feature EXCHANGE MONETARY FUNDS FOR VIEWING SPECTACLE:
Trounce: The Mutes Attack
BEWARE: TONIGHTS EPISODE IS VERY VIOLENT AND DISTURBING FROM THE BEGINNING, AND CONTAINS A LOT OF HOMOEROTIC IMAGES
As the fireworks explode all around memo’s old bike sheds, the Titantron crashes out his signature music.
DUN, DUN DUN DUN DUN , DOO DOO DO , DOO DO DUH DUH, DO DO DOO DOOOOOO it musicises. DOOO DU DOOO DU, DOO DUH DUH , DOOOO
“OH DEAR GOD WHAT IN HELL IS THIS?!?” Jim Ross screams into his mic.
Memo comes trouncing down the walkway, dressed in naught but his sequined wooden PC case, with his little puppy, cinnuMUNN (thinks he’s people) under his overly knobby arm.
Memo slithers into the ring, in his rather snakelike fashion. Munn thinks he’s people.
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THIS VILE MADNESS?!?!” Jim Ross squawks into his mic “I CAN’T BELIVE WHAT HAS JUST OCCURRED HERE TONIGHT!!”
Upon hearing this, memo comes over to Jim Ross.
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU MONSTER?”
memo gets out his trumpet, and lays Jim Ross out
“OH DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? THIS IS SICK, JUST SICK” Jim Ross’ voice shouts, eerily from the middle distance.
At this Nash comes running down the walkway, his cape gently fluttering against his bare nads. Memo hasn’t seen him and continues stroking the downed Jim Ross’ forehead. Seeing his opportunity, Nash climbs up on the turnbuckle, and readies himself, before leaping, like the bird he surely is, straight into memo’s back
“OH MY GOD WHAT A CROSSBODY!! I’M SURE HE’S BROKEN A RIB!! THAT WAS JUST AMAZING, ONE OF THE MOST AWE INSPIRING FEATS EVER IN THE WMW, I AM SURE OF IT”
Both memo and Nash lay face down outside the ring. Nash is on top. Small movements can be seen in the hip area.
Suddenly, the camera cuts to the titantron. djerrud emerges, stealthily at first, followed by some small towns. He creeps down the walkway, before reaching under the ring.
“OH GOD WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING? WHAT IN THE HELL COULD HE BE DOING UNDER THE RING? THIS IS SICK, JUST SICK”
djerrud is seen to pull out a 20ft ladder. He slides it into the ring and follows. As he sets it up by the ropes, memo and Nash start to stir; there must be life in them there bone(r)s.
djerrud starts climbing to the top of the ladder, slowly. As he makes it to the top, we see him setting up for a fatal, flying blow.
“OH MY GOD THIS OLD WOMAN IS PUTTING HER LIFE ON THE LINE HERE. WHAT A BRAVE OLD WOMAN SHE IS. I HAV…WHAT? THAT’S A MAN?! YOU’RE JOKING!”
As memo and Nash try and move from their prone position, Nash accidentally snags himself on memo’s behind. They struggle to unhook each other, but they are not working fast enough.
The camera cuts to the top of the ladder. djerrud has a chair, and he stands tall.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? HE CAN’T POSSIBLY BE THINKING OF JUMPING OFF THAT? IT’S OVER 30ft FROM THE GROUND. HE WILL NEVER SURVIVE A FORTY FOOT DROP LIKE THAT! THIS RIVALRY IS GETTING OUT OF HAND, AND I FOR ON…OH MY GOD HE DID IT!!”
djerrud flies through the air, chair in hand, towards the struggling, and erect, Nashandmemobot.
He connects with possibly one of the most devastating moves ever seen in the world of WMW.
Jim Ross has passed out from the excitement. LET’S HOPE HE’S OKAY. DEAR GOD LET’S HOPE HE’S OKAY.
The scene outside the ring is of pure carnage. djerrud, memo and Nash lay in a pile on the hard floor. Boy is that floor hard. So very hard. Oh, oh,oh *splurts* .
There are loud murmurings coming from the pile of bodies on the floor. Heavy breathing is heard by the cameraman, who splashes his load onto the inside of his J C Penny slacks, with the sheer excitement of it all. djerrud starts to come round, and drags himself off of Nash’s naked behind, dribbling some liquid from his groinal area as he slides away. Dragging himself to his feet, djerrud surveys the damage he has caused, and a disgustingly pleased smile draws itself across his now-bloody face. Holding his ribs, he moves slowly towards the titantron.
Suddenly, everything goes dark. Light starts to seep from the titantron entrance, and a strangely shaped figure is outlined. The camera focuses on djerrud’s face. He grabs a microphone from someone, and dribbles slowly and sexily into it:
“LUKE GET YOUR BIG FAT ASS OUT OF MY DAMNED WAY”
Luke comes pounding down the walkway towards djerrud, who stands his ground menacingly. As the sound of Luke’s pounding feet reverberates around the old bike sheds, memo is awakened. He moves slowly to his feet, untangling himself from the naked and prone Nash, resisting the urge to just take him right there and then. As he ponders, the words “SHOCKINGLY GAY SCENES IMMANENT: SEND YOUR HETEROSEXUAL CHILDREN TO THEIR HETEROSEXUAL CAGES AND BEDS AND LEAVE THEM THERE UNTILTHE HETEROSEXUAL MORNING” flash across the screen.
Memo moves towards Nash, his hands outstretched, as the camera cuts to the battle between Luke and djerrud. Continuous shouts of “LUKE GET YOU FAT ASS OUT OF MY DAMN ASS” are heard by all and sundry, especially sundry. A right hook to the face by djerrud, followed by a low blow. Oooh that connected. Luke goes down, holding his crotch. djerrud, seeing his opportunity, moves in for the kill. OH MY GOD WHAT AN AMAZING SUPLEX. HOW IN THE HELL DID HE MANAGE THAT? WHAT THE HELL KEEPS THIG YOUNG OLD WOMAN AND HIS GAY DOG GOING?? IS IT STEROIDS? CABBAGES? MONKIE BEANS? OR IS IT MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE, GETS? *gets gets gets*
djerrud continues his barrage of superfly moves, straight out of the superfly handbook: Piledriver, german suplex, fireman’s carry, reverse penetration, facemask, lower groin strain, the list goes on. Memo pulls out of Nash, and, still dripping, moves towards the ring. He moves in silently, and djerrud is too busy with Luke and HIS FAT ASS to notice memo climbing the 20/30ft ladder, very slowly, as he is supposedly injured. Memo stands tall on top of the 80ft ladder, and surveys the action below him. He launches himself off of the 9ft ladder, falling to the ground in a perfectly executed CROSSBODY OH WHAT A CROSSBODY, but before he reaches the ground, a now awakened Nash dives into the ring and CONNECTS WITH A DEVESTATING SPEAR, MID AIR, TAKING OUT MEMO AND NASH AND djerrud AND LUKE AND HIS BIG FAT ASS! THIS IS LIKE NOTHING JIM ROSS HAS EVER SEEN BEFORE IN HIS WHOLE DAMNED CAREER! OH GOD.
As the four lay motionless in the ring, a small, girlish boy jumps out of the crowd, dressed all in black with long flowing golden locks. He slithers into the ring, and puts his hand on memo’s chest, moving it around slowly. A referee enters (Nash) and hits the one, two, three count.
This small boy is the new WMW women’s heavyweight European women’s featherweight men’s overall American title for the fourth time.
As the camera pans out, Jim Ross can be heard saying
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE WE WITNESSED HERE TODAY? THERE’LL BE HELL TO PAY, HELL TO PAY”
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Finger licking good.
That was damn good.
Where can I buy the superfly handbook?
A big surreal one. N-nice.
A big surreal one. N-nice.
djerrud am king.
That was insanely genius
"Just like in 'real life'"
Frucking hilareous.
But i'll still say "Okay"
But i'll still say "Okay"
Genius.
Okay.
Shockingly gay.
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