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Date Posted: 22:16:25 07/16/05 Sat
Author: "Nature Boy" Ric Flair
Subject: Return of the General Manager
In reply to: Live From San Francisco, California 's message, "Brand Monday Night Raw" on 22:06:53 07/16/05 Sat


Woooooooooo!







~The crowd “Woooooo’s” as the General Manager, “The Nature Boy” Ric Flair struts out, in a three piece suit! He stops partway down the ramp and breaks out a loud “WOOOOOO” of his own before strutting down the rest of the ramp. Once at ringside, he goes to shake a fans’ hand, but pulls his hand away and slicks his hair back before entering the ring, calling for a mic, fixing his watch and bracelet and begins to speak.~


“SAN FRANCISCOOOOOOO… get on your hands and knees and bow before me because THE NATURE BOY is HEEEEEEERE! Every year, the weeks following WrestleMania are always interesting, but by God, this year we’ve outdone ourselves! Next week, we’re gonna have a by God WEDDING on Monday Night Raw when my son David makes a REAL women out of that Randi McMahon girl! Take her to Space Mountain, my boy, WOOOOOOOOO!”

~The crowd pops as Ric continues.~ “On top of that, last week, Jesse Hart walked out onto MY show while I took a week off, and he ran his mouth about how he’s taking over Raw, taking Randy Orton’s Heavyweight title, and taking over the wrestling WORLD.”

~He loosens up his tie as his face reddens.~ “HART, I’ve been in this business longer than you’ve been alive, so if you want a war, then by God, I’ll GIVE you a war!” ~The crowd gets behind the GM.~ “I’m Ric Flair, Dammit, and NOBODY WOOOOOOO’s but ME! WOOOOOOOOO!”

~Ric tosses his suit coat aside and bounces off the ropes, dropping a knee to the mat before going on.~ “YOU SONAFABITCH! Don’t you DARE forget just who in the hell I am! You can go to war with the McMahon’s… the Jarrett’s… Rhodes, Von Erich’s, and whoever the hell else you want, but you do NOT go to war with the Flair’s! I am the Nature Boy, Ric Flair, dirtiest player in the by God game, and Raw is going to EAT… YOU… ALIVE!”

~He now tears buttons off of his shirt, getting REALLY into it.~ “AAAAAND… to top it all off… the McMahon’s have decided that EVERY UCW superstar’s contract is OPEN for negotiations! Talent is free to go where they want if they can get signed! EVERYONE is a FREE WOOOOOOO AGENT!”

~He takes his shoes off and tosses them into the crowd, sweat sprinkling from his forehead like a waterfall.~ “If you wanna lose, go to Smackdown! But if you wanna win, I’ll sign you all… ESPECIALLY you, JOHN CENA!”

~The crowd BLOWS up just for Cena’s name, and Ric goes on.~ “I’m calling you out right here, right now. Monday Night Raw wants the Doctor of WOOOOOO Thuganomics! Monday Night Raw wants the United… States… Champion! Monday Night Raw wants Jooooohn… CENA! And if you wanna win, you do what my guest has just done, and that’s sign with RAW! So let me now introduce to you, the NEWEST member to Brand Monday Night Raw…”












If Ya Smeeeeee… If Ya Smeeeeee… If Ya Smeeeeeellalalalaloooooow!

WHAT THE ROCK…

Iiiiiiiiiiiiis Coooooooking!







~The crowd simply EXPLODES as The Great One himself marches down the ramp and to the ring, THE ROCK!~


JR: MY GAWD! MY GAWD! THE ROCK is RAW! THE ROCK is RAW!


~Rock enters the ring and goes from side to side, hyping up the crowd as Flair applauds in approval. Rock then takes a mic and goes to speak, but is halted as the crowd chants…~


“ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY!”


~He waits them down and finally speaks.~ “FIIIIIINALLY… The ROCK… Haaaaaaaaas Come BACK… Hooooooooome!” ~The crowd cheers loudly.~ “Don’t get The Rock wrong, Smackdown! is The Rock’s namesake, but Monday Night Raw is the PREMIERE Brand in Sports Entertainment, and with The Rock being the most ELECTRIFYING man in both Sports AND Entertainment… it’s a no brainer, baby!”

~He continues to pace around the ring, wearing black track pants and a white undershirt.~ “On Smackdown!, The Rock has done it all… DONE IT ALL… but on Raw, besides WHUPPIN’ Ric Flair’s CANDY ASS… The Rock… has just… begun!”

~Ric’s eyes widen, and he screams over the mic.~ “You didn’t beat my Candy Ass, NOBODY beat my Candy Ass!”

~The crowd gets a chuckle out of Flair’s wording, and Rock simply continues.~ “Ric, Ric, Ric… WrestleMania has come and gone, and by God, The Rock says to all of the boys in the back, that the People’s Champ is BACK… so I’ve got just TWOOOOOO Woooooords for ya… BRING IT!”

~Ric now starts to undo his pants, getting ready to fight when a fog horn comes on over the speakers, signaling the arrival of John “Bradshaw” Layfield!~














"Let me tell you something right now, you ungrateful jet-setting, Tinseltown BASTARD!" ~JBL comes storming from the back of the arena, mic in hand.~ "You don't CALL out the boys in the back! One of the things you may have forgot, between play fighting actors and being Travolta's faggot sidekick, is just who and what the hell we ARE!?"

~Rock holds a hand up and cuts him off.~ "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! The Rock ain't forgot who you are! Hell, The Rock might be the only one who REMEMBERS who you are, Justin 'Hawk' Bradshaw, you leather chap wearin', ass tappin', shower raping cowboy SUMBITCH!" ~The crowd BLOWS up from that one!~

JBL: "To hell with what I was...what I am NOW? Is a wrestling GOD. And that's the right word...a WRESTLING, God. Ric, you can sit here, and think that he's gonna make you a dollar for the next month...SURE, that's fine. He can do that. And then where's he gonna go...back to Hollywood...back to Christopher Walken, and Doom, and Johnny Knoxville. You think...for one minute, you can call out the "boys" and think we're taking your bait? The fans might want you here, so they can cheer, and say "They saw the Rock once." But what about you, Naitch? You right along with em? You want to look back, and say you spent all that money...to see the Rock once?"

~Flair, who's still all riled up, spits all over the mic.~ "I'm the by God General Manager, and I can do what I want without explanation, I'm RIC FLAIR!" ~He paces around the ring.~ "And you, JBL, have been a waste of money! You, JBL, are no wrestling God, you're a wrestling JOKE!" ~The crowd goes wild.~ "And you wanna talk about seeing The Rock, well you can see him right NOW! Ring the bell! WOOOOOOO!"

~Ric climbs out of the ring as Rock bounces on his toes, calling JBL on and telling him to "Just... BRING IT" as we go to a commercial break!"~

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