The Birthday Whatacre?

[kade]

BuZZ: Ah Mikey Mikey Mikey...this is it man! Vendetta dude! Its all...wikka wikka chicka choo wah wah chicka chicka YEEEEH BOII!!! FA REAL MIKE FA REAL!!!

Mike: Sorry folks I once again find myself wondering just who BuZZ's dealer is. But one thing is true, tonight is Vendetta and the atmosphere is insane. Its like being strapped to some ticking timebomb with no escape...and I love it!

-As both men continue rambling on, BuZZ of course doing his best Flavour Flav impersonations and Mike simply muttering away to himself, Boys and Girls by Kill Hannah vs. The Birthday Massacre begins to play over the PA system. The crowd gives a slightly mixed reaction to the music as they expect LunaSic and Zoli to be making an appearance. Instead though two figures walk out on the stage...two figures that AREN'T LunaSic and Zoli...although a resemblance can be seen. One of them, seems to be a smaller version of LunaSic, not nearly as muscular but he seems to have the look pretty well done. The other one though, is a hairy, black, smelly, ugly version of Zoli...so the resemblance once again is quite good. Hell he even seems to have the facial hair that Zoli sports groomed quite well. Both of the men, who to the fans are now obviously Lucas Klash and Hussein Fatal, walk down the ramp and climb into the ring. LucaSic walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs onto the rope to taunt as Fatoli walks over to the rope and starts to rub himself...herself? ITSELF...all over, much to the displeasure of Mike and BuZZ.-[/i]

BuZZ: HOLY SHIT WILL YOU LOOK AT THE BEARD ON ZOLI!

Mike: And her skirt seems to be packed tight with...well I doubt she's smuggling chocolate bars inside those underpants..

-Hussein is slid a mic from the ring crew and he clicks it on.-[/i]

[makhaveli]

LADIES AND GENTLEMAN... Get your butter-knifes out because..

omg.. You hear that .. "voice".. Not the most masculine in the world..

We are.. The best.. We are.. The greatest.. We are..

(S)He stops and looks around the crowd. Then back to LucaSic and finally back to.. Her.. His.. Its... Whatever's.. Ass?

Is my butt sticking out?

[kade]

The time is not now to speak of thine hind quarters my love for we shall be the most bestest inter gender tag team of all time...and the first...but not really. Since people have done it before...but still we must be intellectual. As I once said...the old man and the snake went out for dinner at Popeye's and never came back until the snake got deep fried in some thick tasty batter. Or something along those lines...I think the old man gets bit by the snake and gets herpes somewhere in that story to but we must not speak of such diseases as they are far to personal for me to...discuss. And stuff like that...BUT WHAT THE HELL! YOUR ASS IS STICKING OUT! I SAID BE FASHIONABLE AND SCENE! YOU MUST BE ANOREXIC AND SKINNY! YOUR EMO BITCH! NO JUNK IN THINE TRUNK![/font]

-LucaSic begins to pace around the ring, shaking his finger at Fatoli. No fatass women for this man.-[/i]

[makhaveli]

LEAVE MY BUTT CHEEK HERPES OUT OF THIS HONEY

Oh my god...

I'm not fat.. I just have... Heavy bones.. And.. And.. OKAY WHERE IS THE DAMN KNIFE!?!?!?!

[kade]

Um...still stuck in my arm...[/color][/font]

-And the crowd, they laugh.-[/i]

[makhaveli]

Again? Oh gosh, how should we surpass this annoying moment of stupid non-funny comments and awkward pauses with knifes and fat asses to actually get our point across? I mean, we tried to be great and awesome.. But we failed.. Since we're emos.. I mean.. The most emotional tag team to ever step foot in to a birthday cake made out of Orangutan monkey piss.

Hm.. Seems like Foli (Foley? The fuck..) was helpless..

Maybe it would help if we wouldn't smell like Kangaroo crock-sack..

[unknown]

IF YOU SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL where the cocks, been pokin

a mockumental remix of Dwayne Johnsons theme song from WWE plays as Zoli comes out looking like Hussein Fatal with one pant leg on her camo pants as the crowd goes nuts with laughter

I'uh sorry, I am carribean chameleon. I no know how to be origiminal or how to spoke your language proper. I copy other peepoes to make me feel better like how mommy kiss me all over and make me happy time.

I'm waiting for my butt secks buddy to come out here but he hasn't decided which phase of his copycat theme to go with. Any minute though, the speakers will erupt with his music. Whatever it is this month, if the sound guys could get it right anyways.

While we wait though, allow me to mock you some more, Hussssssssssein in the membrane. I, unlike you, represent my sex well and I do so with class and sophistication beyond your wildest dreams. I don't lust over redheaded whores in skin tight leather suits that claim it gives them super powers. But you do, and you love being clamped between her hermaphrodite legs numerous times don't you? Yes you do!

REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH
Personal Jesus by Marilyn Manson plays as Lunasic comes out dressed like he's Sylas Styles, only with a mask on as the crowd goes wild with Sylas Styles chants

Well now, Lucas, here I stand. Your mentor, your hero, your world. I am Sylas Styles, the man you try to be. The man you wish to be. I bet your wetting your pants right now with pre-cum you want in me so bad. Yeah, not gonna happen Klash, do you wanna know why? Because I am BETTER THAN YOU

He does the X arm pose across his chest just like Sylas used to do

That's right, I'm here to show you, in 3 different gimmicks of your idol, that I am what you wish to be. I am a better, more charismatic, more over, more talented copy, cookie cutter clone, of Sylas Styles then you. Or as Hussein would slur and call it speaking, Stylas.

You both think your other ventures are unwatched, unseen and unknown, but I know more about the two of you, then you know about this entire company combined. I know your every move. I know counters to your counters. I'm a man of 1002 moves and each one of them is capable of putting you down for the count, and they will, believe me. I will drop you on your heads and let Zoli ride you around the ring like you were a pair of horses. But in this case, your both jackasses.

So now how does it feel to know your little copy cat antics fail in comparison to what true talent can do? Should I call you Michael Hickenbottom and Paul Levesque? No, I shant do that. I'll just call you both tommorrow at the hospital and check in to see if your heads are still up your asses, you two jokes of the league!

LunaSic and Zoli laugh and point at the duo as they mock the way they probably shower together, greek style, with Zoli humping LunaSic's bent over body as if he were a goat

[makhaveli]

Talkin' 'bout jokes, that was one of the best replies ever...

Hussein just loses himself, making the skirt and the short and small leather jacket cut in the middle, showing off Hussein's normal camo' wear. He is rolling on the floor laughing. He can't handle it anymore.