They should make another "Godfather" movie...

[Guest TheSmarkzone]

::The Canadian Mafia is sitting around a table...::

 

Lance Storm: If I could be serious for a minute...we have ourselves a big problem up in New York.

 

Test: What's that all a-boot?

 

Lance Storm: It has come to my attention through Chris Jericho over here that we have ourselves...a weasel.

 

Christian: A weasel? Bobby Heean's back?

 

Chris Jericho: No, you ignoramus. The weasel is Pauly Levesque. We gotta take him out! He's holding everybody down. It's bad for the business.

 

Test: But who? We tried to get Bret Hart to take him and his boys out YEARS ago.

 

Christian: Hey...speaking of Bret, wasn't Levesque involved in that Montreal deal? You know, the one where Bret got his brains blown out in the middle of the ring?

 

Test: Nah, he said he didn't know.

 

Christian: I thought you tore this guy's quad, Jericho!

 

Chris Jericho: I did...then he came back bigger than ever and ruined my first run as the undisputed champion!

 

Lance Storm: Shut up, Jericho. We need to be serious here and find the right man for the job.

 

Chris Jericho: The job?! I'll be damned if I'm gonna lay down for that roided freak one more ti...!

 

Test: I'll do it. He held me down for stealing the spotlight from him at SummerSlam '99!

 

Christian: No, I'll do it. Somebody's gotta get to him before he gets to my brother Edge! You know he's planning to hold him down, too.

 

Chris Jericho: Maybe you can just go to New York and talk to Vince, Lance...one Godfather to another!

 

Lance Storm: That will never work. Levesque is fornicating with Vince's daughter. He's in line to be the new Godfather in New York. We need somebody with ruthless aggression. We need somebody from the outside, somebody who can't be tied to us.

 

Chris Jericho: Oh no...not an American?!

 

Lance Storm: Now is not the time for prejudice, Jericho. We need somebody who can take him out and take him out NOW.

 

Test: But who??

 

::Lance stands up...::

 

Lance Storm: Gentlemen...may I introduce to you the new hired hitman of the Canadian Mafia, the answer to all of our problems.

 

::In walks Bradshaw, with a bull rope made for hog-tying over his shoulder and a jumbo-sized bottle of baby oil under his arm...::

 

Bradshaw: Gentlemen, I hear that you have a problem in New York, and I happen to need some beer money. So I got two words for ya...GAME OVER.

[Guest LesnarLunatic]

when do they get to the scene where Test's hand is icepicked to a table and then they kill him and throw him in the river?

[Guest M Nyland]

I think that part already happened....something with Pauly Levesque in a drive-thru wedding chapel.....yeah...it was the scene right after that

[Guest Nevermortal]

Jericho - We're hiring the APA?

 

Test - That seems like a bad idea to me.

 

Bradshaw - I'm gonna make Levesque MY STEPHIE-BABY

[Guest M Nyland]

Vince - "i'm going to make WCW an offer they can't refuse..."

 

HHH(Pauly) - 5 bucks?

[Guest LesnarLunatic]

Bradshaw - You remember that one scene from the Godfather where Sonny was fucking this one girl in a hotel room?

 

Maven - Yeah..

 

Bradshaw - You'll be the girl and I'll be Sonny Corleone.

 

Maven - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Guest M Nyland]

Big Show - "cheeseburgers..."

 

Xpac - "quiet...there weren't cheeseburgers in The Godfather"

 

Big Show - "you suck..."

[Guest Fook_Hing_Ho]

So when do we get to the scene where Bradshaw meets Vince and HHH at WWE New York, goes to the washroom to find the planted bull rope and baby oil, and comes back out to surprise HHH with a sudden sodomization and then take off overseas to WWA?

[Guest M Nyland]

Only in WW_ New York would anyone be able to hide a bullrope and babyoil in the bathroom and nobody would notice or care.....

[Guest TheyCallMeMark]

Paul Levesque leans forward across his desk to a funny looking man on the other side.

 

Paul: Sean, I need you to do a job for me. I'm just not looking as good as I was before I was wounded.

 

Sean: Yes, sir.

 

Paul: Oh, but before you do, I want you to "whack" a kid who's been pressing on my city. His names Chris Irivine.

 

Sean: How'll I do it?

 

Paul: Take him out on one of those glass-bottem boats. Put your hand on top of his head and hold him down. Watch him struggle through the glass - and make sure he doesn't surface, okay?

 

Sean: Sir, yes, sir.

 

Levesque waits until Mr. Waltman leaves, then takes a satisfying puff from his cigar. Chris would be buried once and for all. It would be at least another year before another Canadian threatend his spot again.

[Guest Fook_Hing_Ho]

Only in WW_ New York would anyone be able to hide a bullrope and babyoil in the bathroom and nobody would notice or care.....

 

Hell, only WW_ New York would have Lance Storm working as a FREAKING JANITOR!!!

[Guest M Nyland]

Anything can happen is the WW_!

[Guest CoreyLazarus416]

Dude...serious this up a little bit...and this would most definitely work...

 

I think that's what wrestling needs as far as stables go: A Mafia-style stable, only not just cheap Italian accents (read: THE MAMALUKES).

[Guest buffybeast]

"He's in line to be the new Godfather in New York."

 

What about Shane?

[Guest swan]

Who you think you are, Tommy Fiero?