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Posted: Jun 24 2012, 12:33 AM
Member No.: 1,824
Joined: 25-March 09
Lethal Injection V
20 Jun 2012
The Oil Palace, Tyler, Texas (seats 8,300)
There is no electric chair, there is no hallway into a lethal injection room. There is only darkness. The masked man has been revealed, and we have moved on. You lick the hot wing sauce off of your fat fucking fingers as you find the Lethal injection stream on DeathRowWrestling.com, then you click it.
Yea you do, you fat fuck.
Buffering. Instead of feeding your pudgy face in your momma's basement, maybe you should get off your ass, get a job, and get some real internet. Of course, that wont matter soon if Death Row moves to a television network, does it?
Of course, that is to be seen.
The stream plays...
WELCOME TO DEATH ROW.
As we fade up from darkness the screams of thousands can be heard. A panoramic shot of the jam packed Oil Palace in Tyler, Texas fills the screen. Backwood rednecks sure like their wrestling and they show it with the intensity in the air.
Of course, their hometown hero FJ Tombs will be in action.
That's enough to make any cousin fucker happy in the pants. We get shots of signs in the crowd.
HOW > DRW
FJ is My Baby Daddy!
Maynard Crane is My Hero
Finally, the camera lowers and sets upon our host for the evening, and every evening. Our amazing commentary team, Waylon Wolf and Tommy Ace, sit obviously excited to have work.
Wolf: Welcome everyone to Death Row Wrestling's Lethal injection five, live from Tyler, Texas in the world famous Oil Palace! I'm Waylon Wolf, and along with me as every show is the one and only...
Ace: TOMMY ACE! Woo! Baby it's good to be back in Texas!
Wolf: Oh yea? You like Texas Tommy?
Ace: Hell no! But I sure as hell like this corn fed heifer who brings me enchiladas every time I call a show here, followed up by some post-show pu...
Wolf: We get it Tommy, you like fat women.
Ace: Cushion for the pushin' Waylon!
Wolf: We have some good matches for you tonight, including a special main event brought to us live via satellite from Huntsville, Texas straight out of the state penitentiary.
Ace: I wonder if anyone is going to drop the soap.
Wolf: I'd advise against it. Of course, maybe the biggest news tonight, Tim Ross addresses the future of Death Row Wrestling! Will he take the unknown potential investor's money, or will he go with Lee Best and join Best Studios?!
Ace: I think he just needs to get in line for government cheese and keep it how it is. Death Row is gritty and dangerous. Who wants to conform to the standard when we can become the standard?
Wolf: I think growth is natural and progression is needed.
Ace: Tomato, Potato.
Wolf: That makes no sense.
Ace: Neither does the fact we are still talking when we have so much action tonight!
Wolf: You have a point there... it's time ladies and gentlemen, for LETHAL INJECTION!
A Beautiful Entrance
The double doors to the back entrance of the arena burst open in the most dramatic fashion, all thatís missing is the solo spotlight and a fog machineÖ
Wait, whatís this? Fog suddenly begins to creep into the halls from the open doors as a lone figure walks through the fog, shoulders back, chest out, arrogance oozing out of every pore when he suddenly breaks out into a hacking cough.
???: Damn it, I told you, less fog!
Coughing and waving his hand frantically in front of his head in an attempt to clear the creeping fog, the figure turns and looks around the hall. Seeing a pair of large black guys standing off the side, the figure casually toss them an object that gleams in the light as it sails into one of their waiting hands.
???: Find a nice spot for me, near the front, will ya.
Confusion turns to surprise, which then turns into glee, as the pair, known as the H-Town Hustlas, rush past the new arrival and out into the parking lot, keys to a new Ford Mustang in hand. The figure, removing his sun glasses, flashes a brilliant smile towards the cameras as he continues to walk down the hall.
???: My nigger, whatís up!?
Tim Ross turns around at the unexpected voice, shock, confusion, and budding anger quickly show on his face as he sizes up the unknown arrival.
Ross: Excuse me motha fucka, what you just say to me?
???: What? Did I say it wrong, my nigger?
Ross: I donít know who you talking to like that nigga, I ainít no manís nigger, especially no white bred faggot like youÖ
???: Wait, Iím confused, Iíve been watching the show and thatís how everyone seems to greet each other around these parts. So donít get your panties in a wad, my nigger, please.
Ross: Say my nigger one more time! I mean it, say my nigger one more time nigga! I swear, Iíll drop you 6 feet into the ground right here, right now! Go ahead nigga, say it!
???: Perhaps weíve gotten off on the wrong foot. Here, Let me introduce myself, as if you donít already know, but Iím ďBeautifulĒ Bobby Dean and Iím pretty famous. Perhaps youíve heard of me?
Not waiting for the still confused Tim Ross to answer, Bobby Dean steam rolls right on through.
Dean: Of course you have, like I said, Iím pretty popular. You know, the ďName that Entertains,Ē or perhaps, the ďMoist Maker?Ē Anyway, Iím finally here.
Ross: Finally here? Whatcha talking about?
Dean: Well, like I said, Iíve been watching the shows and I got to admit, you guys need a name with some actual drawing power. I mean sure you got cVc and CCJ but theyíre no BBD. There is only one ďBeautifulĒ Bobby Dean, and now youíve got him.
Ross: Motha fucka, donít you know, we donít need you around these parts, playa.
Dean: Iím sorry, Iím having such a difficult time understanding you. So, how about we just go ahead and assume youíve accepted my gracious offer to lower my standards by working in these slums for you, and youíll just go ahead and give me the shot at the title I so rightfully deserve. K, thnx, bye.
With that said, the man known as BBD, smiles, nods his head, and turns walking away from the confused Tim Ross. Putting his sunglasses back on his face, BBD walks out into the darkness of the parking lot, looking for his car.
Dean: Wait, whereís my car!? Where are those two Valet drivers!?
Continue to http://www.deathrowwrestling.com/content.php?p=results&id=25 to read the entire show.