[ooc: ohmigosh, LJ, I srsly cracked up at that one. best line of the thread. ^.^ ]

raYne steps into the room.

... everyone else steps out.

"WHAT?! They did not!"

Shhh, raYne, remember, no breaking the fourth wall! This isn't Brawlers on a Budget!

"Fuck... what I wouldn't give to have Silicone M. Plants here..."

You want silicone implants? There's a surprise...

"DAMMIT, I meant DOCTOR Silicone M. Plants! The Only World Champion that Matters! ... You know what I mean, dag nabbit!"

You have a bit of a temper, don't you there, raYne? Are you sure you took your meds last night?

"... bite me, Narrator."

I would, but I'm quite sure you'd enjoy that far more than I would...

"... I didn't hire you to be the second coming of Archie Lawson ..."

If I was Archie Lawson, I'd be stretching your limbs in fifty different variations of a pretzel lock... but I'm a voice. In your head.
Randy Orton has bi-polar, ya know... so you both have two things in common... besides being an asshole, of course.

"... I hate you. You do know that, right?"

By now, everyone in the room is looking at raYne, wondering why the fuck he is talking to himself. And why he's wearing more makeup than Joy Giovanni...

"... THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?! ... buncha... hipsters... with your Justin Bieber cd's... and hula-hoops... and John Austin, limited edition action figures with the kung-fu grip..."

Peter is staring blankly at raYne. Which is nothing new for him. It's just that he's usually covered in cheese dust and in a diabetic coma...

"... YOU ALL GO TO HELL!!! You go to hell and you die! ... VIVA LA MEXICO!"

raYne opens the door, steps outside, and slams it behind him. Hunter Payne shouts "VIVA LA MEXICO!".

Scene fades to commercial.

*roll that beautiful bean footage*






































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You gave each one to me.
You have been lost for days--
May you find my darkness."
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