The Kid

If I could be serious for a minute...

You like your own cum too much I believe...

Wow I can't believe you remember that. Pillman is over Storm, I almost called him Pillman actually but hey, it's yours. Parents wouldn't let me call him any other name than Storm, because it doesn't sound like a wrestling name. DAMN DOG! So many better names than Storm out there.

Guys, this is so half-assed, you can do better.

*yawn* You guys are running out of ideas very quickly. Alot like the WWF, ya know...running old angles into the ground and getting no reaction.

Hey I made that banner...fuckers.

Loners are cool? NEAT!

"Rey Mysterio is the best Mexican wrestler ever!" "Rey Mysterio is the best Cruiserweight ever!" "Goldberg is better than any other wrestler ever." "Benoit sucks, he can't wrestle and he's boring. I hope Goldberg jackhammers him and ruins his career." "Kurt Angle was never in the olympics, those medals are fakes." ......so much more, and thats all from the same two friends of mine. Fuckin idiots, I just smile and nod when they want to talk about wrestling now.

Well, I'm liking this so far, keep my name on the guest list and I'll make up my mind shortly. I'm tired of being Banky's bitch! The Newmania is gonna be runnin wiiiild brotha!

*sigh* This is sad, as much as I like IDRM...just sad.

I haven't read any of the thread because I'm an asshole.

Kenny Chesney-No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems

Oh yeah, Toby Keith is a piece of shit. He's killed country's public perception with the American, Big Dog crap. Country was classy for quite some time, and now him and the Dixie Chicks have ruined it.

Awesome.

He's aged like fine wine...I FUCKING HATE WINE! IT RUINED MY FAMILY AND MY LIFE! ...So yeah, thats not good.

We don't work for Dames, neither does El Cubano really....or does he?! No really, I haven't decided yet.

OMG it's Bradshaw!

::All three B-Teamers stare in unison at the man sitting across from them in the limo with a power bar in one hand and a glass of champage in the other. Caboose, AM and Chave all go to give the man a handshake but he high-fives them instead. Caboose takes in a lung-full of air and is the first to speak.:: Caboose: My gosh...El Cubano, haven't seen you in ages around these parts. El Cubano: Well ya know, I've been busy with chicks and the beach. Writing for popular websites, I know I'm a God to you TSM posters now aren't I? AM: Ehh...not really, I mean you're cool and all and we like the drop-in appearances and stuff... Chave: Let's be honest, your fan fare has come down alot in the years. El Cubano: Whatever, you fools... ::Cubano lights a cigar, filling the car up with smoke.:: El Cubano: You fellas want one? ::AM reaches his hand out to grab one but it is slapped away by Chave.:: Chave: Look Cubano, just tell us what we're doing here in Cincinnati. Everyone knows where Dames is, plus our in-flight move was Scarface. El Cubano: You little ingrate, is it all buisness with you? I'm all about the pleasure, buisness is on the side. Let's head to a club, go have some fun, and then proceed with finding Dames. Chave: No, we're getting on another plane right now...all four of us and heading to Dame's headquarters, we don't need this bullshit to clatter up our plans. ::AM and Caboose are studying their shoes, afraid to look up at either man. Cubano puffs on his cigar and blows the smoke in Chave's face.:: El Cubano: Fine Chave, I'll come with you guys. I'm not lowering myself and being another B-Team crony though. We'll take my private jet. ::Caboose finally glaces up and makes eye contact with El Cubano, irrate.:: Caboose: Why the hell does everyone else in this SAGA have a private jet but us?! This is bullshit! El Cubano: Whatever Caboose, keep mine after we find Dames, I have three. ::The B-Team roll their eyes in unison and slip out of the car...onto another adventure.::

::The B-Team arrives at the Cincinnati, to no fan-fare or gun fights what so ever...they just show up. The group walks through the airport terminal and to baggage claim. Caboose is chugging down a bottle of water as he plods through the airport.:: Caboose: Sooo...AM, how was first class you bastard? AM: Oh it was great, the food sucked, back in my day we had first class meals on our first class flights. I mean, everyone under me pouted about my choice to sit in first class anyways, but come on...we all know they couldn't cut it. Chave: Would you shut the fuck up already?! Caboose: Hey Chave..shh, The Kid is telling us a road story. Chave: Fuck you! AM: Ahh, forget it, you guys can read it in my upcoming biography; "Behind the Screen Name". ::They approach baggage claim and pick up their various bags.:: Caboose: AM, why did you need to bring golf clubs with you? We're hunting for Dames, not playing golf. AM: No it'll work out... ::Caboose and Chave look absolutly puzzled and just stare at AM.:: AM: Fiiiine, we won't have time, I know, I know... Chave: Damn straight! ::The walk out of the airport and go to a waiting limo where the driver is holding a huge sign; "The B-Team". Their bags get placed in the back and they hop into the sleek limo...but someone is already waiting inside for them...:: TBC

Wont touch Houston...still looking for you eh? Here come the plot twists! Nobody else touch the B-Team for awhile...except Chave, lets share and work together. Today's post was brought to you by the letter C and the number 1.

You guys mind if I write in part of the SAGA again? It's just hard to keep it flowing when 3 different people are writing it, never know how it's going to end...

Wrong folder, graphics folder isn't dead.

That's because you're a piece of shit... Anyways, how about ME?! I'm grand!

I miss feeling special.

Get a Fender, can't go wrong with a Fender.