I love Monkeys
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The lights in the arena go out, as the XwF house show begins. “St. Anger” by Metallica begins to play, as eight HighRidge Hill Mental facility security guards enter the side of the stage carrying The Masked Cabana. Eight XwF security members meet them on top of the stage, as the Highridge team unlocks the solid black straight jacket. The XwF team escorts The Cabana down to the ring, and cover all for sides. The Cabana grabs a microphone, and begins to speak…
ThE MaSked CaBanA
Again with your ignorant babbling Kid Money. Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough just by showing up on promotional gigs? I mean lets face it Kid Money, you have many flaws. Flaw number one, charisma… You have zero. But maybe if you hang around for a while, and let me show you how its done, than you may have a chance at gaining a little. You indeed bore everyone with your short stringed intellect. I fill sorry for the cameraman who has to film the trash you create, with the same repeated lines, over, and over again. Flaw number two. You speak as you think that your some kind of icon, or something. Listen tiger, your not an icon. Your not even a might be. But will only mention the very visible one's for now… On too something different. And you want to throw what you call freestyles at me? This silly little rhyming crap? Let me tell you something buddy, you are no Vanilla Ice okay!... I know, you think that because you can throw this Dr. Seuss stuff around that it suppose to make you cool… But anyone can do that! I will prove it by doing my own… Ha!... Think your so great! I'll show you! … HIT IT!!!
Suddenly, a hip hop beat screams out with a blast through the huge pa system…
ThE MaSked CaBanA Hey guys look! It's the MaSked CaBanA! Hittin' DDT's like I was Tito Santana! Hey Kid Money! Don't eat corn, in ya poop it will float. I'll be doing rope flip tricks like Ricky Steamboat! I would end ya career, I could give a damn. Body slammin you chump like “Superstar” Billy Graham! Doing circle's around ya! I don't mean too fool ya! Make ya sh*t turn limp, like hot sex with The Great Moolah! I know ya don't understand it! But that's my science! Toss ya out the ring like Andre The Giant. But ya chances surviving this match are very slim, I'mma smash ya head wit a chain like “Hillbilly” Jim! But sorry yo, this is the end of tha rap, but when we meet, try not to pull none of that Rico crap! … Werd!
The crowd is laughing hysterically at the rap from The Masked Cabana. As he starts dancing in the ring, mocking M.C. Hammer…
ThE MaSked CaBanA But for the rest of you guys in the match. Were the hell are you? I haven't seen you since Bring The Pain. Suddenly, you all disappear. Atleast Kid Monkey had the balls to even show his face in front of every one again. Maybe the Kid does have something after all under his dress. Not balls I suppose, but more like a nice… Loose… Pu..
Suddenly, “Flock Of Seagulls” begins to play over the pa system, when out of nowhere, a midget in a monkey suit darts too the ring…
Kid Monkey (feminine voice) Hey hey hey! Wait one second mister! I will not allow you to speak of me like that! Now if you know whats good for you sissy! Than you would shut your trap, before I…
The Masked Cabana rushes Kid Monkey, and gores him into the mat. The Cabana then violently picks his broken body from the canvas, and turns him upside down. Slam!!! The Masked Cabana hits him with “The End” (A massive impacted tiger driver)! Kid Monkey twitches on the mat, as the Cabana looks over his body. The Cabana then picks the microphone back up, after walking over his lifeless body.
ThE MaSked CaBanA This is just a preview boy! This is just a taste, of a visual massacre! Something I will… No… I promise too inflict on you… Tomorrow at Anarchy! Make you stand… Your last stand…
“St. Anger” by Metallica begins to blast over the pa system, as The Masked Cabana walks out of the ring, and down the aisle. He walks backstage, as EMT's rush to take care of Kid Monkey. Fade to logo.
