*The door, that leads into the locker room flies open but no one's behind it. The door remains open as the lights start to dim down into pitch darkness. Fog begins to roll through the door, coating the floor with thick, gray mist. Suddenly, a loud thud can be heard as apparently, someone or something has entered the locker room area. Suddenly, "Green Ranger" by J. Cole and Lil Wayne begins to be played in the background and the lights turn back on. Standing side by side, arms crossed, with huge, cocky grins, clad head to toe in over sized boots, ripped jeans that expose the top of the boxers underneath, clock necklaces, blue bandannas, Mets jerseys and grills, is none other than Ron Macoonie and his partner in crime, Skyler Drek.*
Skyler Drek: Yo, yo, yooooooo! Wassup, homies?! Guess who's baaaaaaaaaack?!
Ron Macoonie: Ya'll guessed it! R-Mac and the The Master of Edrektions, Skyler Drek, are here to stay in the IWA!
Skyler Drek: So, let's crank up the beats, find yo-self a shawtie and....
The pair look around at all of the either unimpressed or bewildered faces and they both stop themselves. Drek pulls out a remote from his pants, presses a button and the music stops. Macoonie facepalms himself while Skyler groans in despair.
Skyler Drek: SEE, dude? I told you this wasn't gonna work!
Ron Macoonie: But, it was so obvious that it would! I mean, remember what happened with the last two feds we tried to join? If we were gonna do this place, we had to be something different to throw everyone off.
Skyler Drek: But gangstas?! Really?! You couldn't find a better gimmick to work with than that?!
Ron Macoonie: Well, I said that we could have been billed as Vulcans, who were secretly trained by Spock to take over the wrestling world but you said nooooooooo!
Skyler Drek: No! I said, it would work except that the wrestling demographic isn't very adept in the Star Trek genre so we had to try something else!
Ron Macoonie: So I went with gangstas!
Skyler Drek: Um, hello? Hollywood Homeboys, anyone?!
Ron Macoonie: Oh yeah. Forgot about those guys.
Skyler Drek: *groans* Whatever, dude. The point is, we screwed up big time. There's no way the IWC's gonna get behind us now that we tried to copy someone else's gimmick.
Ron Macoonie: But if you think about it, Hollywood Homeboys are ripoffs of Cryme Tyme.
Skyler Drek: Exactly. There's no way we're gonna be in the same boat. C'mon. Let's take these ridiculous clothes off.
Ron Macoonie: Alright, alright. But I'm keeping the jersey.
Skyler Drek: You don't even like the Mets.
Ron Macoonie: At least they're better than the Cubs.
Skyler Drek: Don't even start with me. (-_-)
Originally Posted by IrkenInvader
#Awesoooommmmmeeeee!
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