Post by dorf on Jan 8, 2009 22:31:52 GMT -5
*Twas the night of Toomi's b-day, when all through the manor hall, not a creature was stirring, not even EWTs Bingo Hall*
*The EWT wrestlers were smug by the chimney with disgrace, in hopes that St. Toomi soon would soon be setting pace*
*The jobbers were nestled all weary in the backyard, while visions of World Championships danced on their bodies full of lard*
*And EWT World Champ, Dave Davies, wearing his belt, and I in my tights, had ideas that'll bring up the lights!*
*When out in the lawn there arose to such a clatter, it was the jobbers arguing over who's going to have a Long John Silver's Baked Alaskan Salmon Platter!*
*Away from the window I flew like the flash, Tore open all hell on one jobber and gave him a nasty gash*
*The moon on the breast of the dry Arid-zona, gave everyone wrestling fever including this persona*
*When, what to my wondering eyes should go afar, but a 20ft. ladder, carried by a Superstar*
*With a hard tap, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment that window took a lick!*
*More rapid than spectator's chants all the top wrestler's came, and they whistled, they shouted, and called each other by name*
*Now Bad Man, Now Charlie Mac, Now Dave Davies & Nyrds! On Andy Duke, on Vile, Hardcore Hensley and Angus!*
*To the ring, to the locker room! Now dash away! Dash away in loom!*
*As the dry air shown above in that Arid-zona sky, When they meet with an obstacle, mount on the fly*
*So up to the main wrestlers suggest to fight through, they decided in the living room, and St. Toomi's bed too*
*And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawning of psychoapeguy's hoof*
*As I drew my hand, and was turning around, down the chimney psychoapeguy came with a bound*
*He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes are tattered with blood and soot*
*A bundle of jobbers then showed up, wondering if they will join....yup*
*I went up to one of them and had to ask, have you ever wrestled with a mask?*
*Before the jobber's droll little mouth could answer, I used a light tube shaped like a lancer*
*And smashed it across his face! I yelled and covered the jobber, "I NEED A REFEREE AT THIS SPACE!"
*The referee had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he ran like a sale at the deli*
*He counted 1! 2! 3!, raised my hand in victory!*
*A wink of his eye and a twist of my head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread!*
*He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled the role, without being a jerk*
*I, on the otherhand decided to get a mic, stolen from St. Toomi's daughter's room and the like*
*I proclaim, "My name is dorf, and I am no longer needed at the wharf!*
*To all EWT wrestlers here in dull, KNOW YER SOUL!
*Because I'm looking at you Dave Davies, don't get too roomy, as I will challenge you for the title momentarily; but tonight it's a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ST. TOOMI!*
*LET THE FESTIVITIES BEGIN!!!!*
*The EWT wrestlers were smug by the chimney with disgrace, in hopes that St. Toomi soon would soon be setting pace*
*The jobbers were nestled all weary in the backyard, while visions of World Championships danced on their bodies full of lard*
*And EWT World Champ, Dave Davies, wearing his belt, and I in my tights, had ideas that'll bring up the lights!*
*When out in the lawn there arose to such a clatter, it was the jobbers arguing over who's going to have a Long John Silver's Baked Alaskan Salmon Platter!*
*Away from the window I flew like the flash, Tore open all hell on one jobber and gave him a nasty gash*
*The moon on the breast of the dry Arid-zona, gave everyone wrestling fever including this persona*
*When, what to my wondering eyes should go afar, but a 20ft. ladder, carried by a Superstar*
*With a hard tap, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment that window took a lick!*
*More rapid than spectator's chants all the top wrestler's came, and they whistled, they shouted, and called each other by name*
*Now Bad Man, Now Charlie Mac, Now Dave Davies & Nyrds! On Andy Duke, on Vile, Hardcore Hensley and Angus!*
*To the ring, to the locker room! Now dash away! Dash away in loom!*
*As the dry air shown above in that Arid-zona sky, When they meet with an obstacle, mount on the fly*
*So up to the main wrestlers suggest to fight through, they decided in the living room, and St. Toomi's bed too*
*And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawning of psychoapeguy's hoof*
*As I drew my hand, and was turning around, down the chimney psychoapeguy came with a bound*
*He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes are tattered with blood and soot*
*A bundle of jobbers then showed up, wondering if they will join....yup*
*I went up to one of them and had to ask, have you ever wrestled with a mask?*
*Before the jobber's droll little mouth could answer, I used a light tube shaped like a lancer*
*And smashed it across his face! I yelled and covered the jobber, "I NEED A REFEREE AT THIS SPACE!"
*The referee had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he ran like a sale at the deli*
*He counted 1! 2! 3!, raised my hand in victory!*
*A wink of his eye and a twist of my head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread!*
*He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled the role, without being a jerk*
*I, on the otherhand decided to get a mic, stolen from St. Toomi's daughter's room and the like*
*I proclaim, "My name is dorf, and I am no longer needed at the wharf!*
*To all EWT wrestlers here in dull, KNOW YER SOUL!
*Because I'm looking at you Dave Davies, don't get too roomy, as I will challenge you for the title momentarily; but tonight it's a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ST. TOOMI!*
*LET THE FESTIVITIES BEGIN!!!!*
