Post by Meng Lao on Dec 24, 2007 5:25:04 GMT -5
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the arena
Not a creature was stirring, not even John Cena…(wait wait this is the Rp world night before Christmas…lets see…uhh…)not a creature was stirring, not even Laz!...(it doesn’t rhyme, but what the hell! This is my story damn it!);
The stockings were hung on the stands with care,
In hopes that St. Meng Lao soon would be there…(Saint??? Who the hell am I kidding? Everybody knows I’m no saint…lol);
The wrestlers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of piledrivers danced in their heads;
And Honey in her…uhh..(well I don’t know what she wears to bed. Could be nothing for all I know…) ,and Murder in his jammies…(I don’t know what he wears either I just took a stab at it…lol…oh and I’m not saying there’s anything going on between those two they just happened to be the first two names to pop in my head),
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
Murder sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
running face first into it opening up a four inch gash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to Murder’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a bloodied sleigh, and eight ugly ass reindeer,
With a big wild haired drive, so lively and how,
I knew in a moment it must be Meng Lao.
More slow and unsteady than stumbling drunks his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Bubba Licious! now, Lexi Licious! now, Blane Newhart and Big Red!
On, Dill McPickle! on Cornish the white hen! on, Sausage Slayer and Honeydew!"
To the top of the arena! to the top of the stands!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all hands!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the arena-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Meng Lao too.
And then, in a twinkling, Murder heard on the roof
The slipping and falling of each little hoof.
As Murder drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Meng Lao came with a bound.
He was dressed all in ring gear, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with blood, ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
First on the list was Murder whose stocking Meng filled in a rage with what else but a triple tier cage! For a match so bloody and violent and with lots of moves that would be botched. A match Meng was sure that would never be watched!...(Just kidding Murder I’m sure lots of people would like to see that match, really…lol)
Next was Honey’s stocking which Meng filled against his will with a six-pack of pepsi and a coupon for “Charlies Bar & Grill! (Now there’s an old XWA reference if there ever was one…LOL)
Then there was Kane Darkheart , he owned DWF, you know. In his stocking Meng put an arrow and a bow. Now in one night kane can put to an end his and MacDaddy’s fight that seems never to end. (It’s a little morbid I know but at least it rhymes…a little..lol)
And last but not least was little Johnny Wanker Honey’s number one fan. He got a Honey blow-up doll to use instead of his right hand! (nuff said..lol)
And Murder laughed when he saw Meng, in spite of himself;
With rage in Meng’s eyes and a twist of his head,
Soon let Murder know that he would fall victim to the “Nut Bomb” The hold everyone dreads;
Meng spoke not a word as knocked Murder unconscious, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And with fury and a primal roar Meng left by way of kicking down the front door,
And Meng hollered to his team of deer, “Get your mangy ass down here!” ;
Once in his sleigh Meng gave another roar and deer took off in flight though rather poor.
But Murder heard Meng shout, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fucking night!"
[/center]Not a creature was stirring, not even John Cena…(wait wait this is the Rp world night before Christmas…lets see…uhh…)not a creature was stirring, not even Laz!...(it doesn’t rhyme, but what the hell! This is my story damn it!);
The stockings were hung on the stands with care,
In hopes that St. Meng Lao soon would be there…(Saint??? Who the hell am I kidding? Everybody knows I’m no saint…lol);
The wrestlers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of piledrivers danced in their heads;
And Honey in her…uhh..(well I don’t know what she wears to bed. Could be nothing for all I know…) ,and Murder in his jammies…(I don’t know what he wears either I just took a stab at it…lol…oh and I’m not saying there’s anything going on between those two they just happened to be the first two names to pop in my head),
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
Murder sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
running face first into it opening up a four inch gash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to Murder’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a bloodied sleigh, and eight ugly ass reindeer,
With a big wild haired drive, so lively and how,
I knew in a moment it must be Meng Lao.
More slow and unsteady than stumbling drunks his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Bubba Licious! now, Lexi Licious! now, Blane Newhart and Big Red!
On, Dill McPickle! on Cornish the white hen! on, Sausage Slayer and Honeydew!"
To the top of the arena! to the top of the stands!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all hands!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the arena-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Meng Lao too.
And then, in a twinkling, Murder heard on the roof
The slipping and falling of each little hoof.
As Murder drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Meng Lao came with a bound.
He was dressed all in ring gear, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with blood, ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
First on the list was Murder whose stocking Meng filled in a rage with what else but a triple tier cage! For a match so bloody and violent and with lots of moves that would be botched. A match Meng was sure that would never be watched!...(Just kidding Murder I’m sure lots of people would like to see that match, really…lol)
Next was Honey’s stocking which Meng filled against his will with a six-pack of pepsi and a coupon for “Charlies Bar & Grill! (Now there’s an old XWA reference if there ever was one…LOL)
Then there was Kane Darkheart , he owned DWF, you know. In his stocking Meng put an arrow and a bow. Now in one night kane can put to an end his and MacDaddy’s fight that seems never to end. (It’s a little morbid I know but at least it rhymes…a little..lol)
And last but not least was little Johnny Wanker Honey’s number one fan. He got a Honey blow-up doll to use instead of his right hand! (nuff said..lol)
And Murder laughed when he saw Meng, in spite of himself;
With rage in Meng’s eyes and a twist of his head,
Soon let Murder know that he would fall victim to the “Nut Bomb” The hold everyone dreads;
Meng spoke not a word as knocked Murder unconscious, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And with fury and a primal roar Meng left by way of kicking down the front door,
And Meng hollered to his team of deer, “Get your mangy ass down here!” ;
Once in his sleigh Meng gave another roar and deer took off in flight though rather poor.
But Murder heard Meng shout, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fucking night!"