SHAMROCK vs. ONYX

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Quarter Final Singles Match Number Four
Mickey "Jackpot" Shamrock
vs.
Onyx

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The scene opens in a house full of people in various states of dancing, caressing and undressing each other. The party has been going on for some time as can be witnessed by the disarray of the house. There's food everywhere, pictures handing side ways on the wall and various forms of clothes hanging from the ceiling fan. Suddenly, SORRY FOR PARY ROCKIN' by LMFAO breaks the scene and shakes the house. The clock on the wall chimes three O'clock by NOBODY seems to care as the party that never stops...never stops.

As the Shufflebot slides by we see a man of Korean descent dancing his way through the crowd. Suddenly, he comes upon a brightly lit entrance guarded by a very large black man.

Large black bouncer: Yo...You ons da list?

The young man grins and begins to dance his famous dance.

Large black bouncer: Oh, sorry, Psy. Right this way.

Psy keeps dancing into the VIP room as the music is hitting massive breakdown. Suddenly, he forgets what he came for and breaks out some slick moves as the crowd joins in. Then, as if remembering what he was doing, he jumps out of the group dance and slides over to the back of the room. On the couch in front of him is two young people, a man and a woman, all over each other. They seem to be one writhing mess right now where you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. Finally, after a long, uncomfortable wait, Psy interupts.

Psy: Yo, Lucky boy!

No response as the make out scene goes into over drive and looks like this might end up being a porno rp.

Psy: : YO, SHAMROCK!

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Finally, the well endowed hottie is shoved off as we see the mustached face of one, Mickey JACKPOT Shamrock, with an annoyed look on his face.

Shamrock: Yo yourself! What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm bizzay here?

Psy folds his arms like a disgruntled child: Dude, if Cold's dad asks me to dance ONE MORE TIME I swear![/color]

Shamrock rolls his eyes as the chick gets up.

Hot Chick: I'm going for something to drink. Want something?[/color]

Shamrock grins: Sure do. Just make sure and bring it back![/color]

Mickey slaps the Hottie on her plum rump hurrying her on. Psy plops down on the couch on her place.

Psy: Man, sorry for the Cock Block, but I had to find shelter.[/color]

Shamrock grins even bigger, as he flips his scarf across his shoulder.

Shamrock: Are you kidding me? You can't COCK BLOCK the ROCK!!

Mickey then points to his crotch with both hands shaped like guns.

Psy and Mickey laugh.

Psy: So, I hear you got a gig in Hollywood! Not to shabby![/color]

Shamrock: Yeah, I figured I would start there and hit the movie studios next. Once Mickey steps foot in Hollywood, it will be a race to acquire the luckiest, most hot property on the face of the planet! But, for now, I'm gonna be slammin' and jammin' in the wrestling ring!

Psy smiles: You gonna be wrestling dudes?[/color]

Mickey frowns a bit: Yeah, haven't seen any chicks on the roster yet. But, give' m time. Once they find out I'M there, they will be lining up for a mustache ride!!

Psy sips something alcoholic and smiles from ear to ear: Aright! Yeah! Oh, who you got up first? Ya know, your opponent?[/color]

Shamrock blows like it's all a joke: ! Some no hair guy with an eyebrow!

Psy: Just one?[/color]

Shamrock: Nah, just has one he can't control. He looks like some Hollywood type athlete who thinks he's a moviestar! Ha! Lotsa muscles, NO SWAG!

Psy grins: Swagless![/color]

Shamrock: Damn straight. Gonna get that pumped up fudge packer and drop him in the END OF THE LINE! Get the one, two, three and, then, back to party central! Cause the party don't stop!

Psy and Mickey point at each other and say together : When you're names SHAMROCK!

Shamrock: Gotta tell the world...NOT sorry for Party Rockin'!!!

Suddenly, the hottie is back with some red solo cups full of a colorful beverage.

Shamrock: Ah, you brought me my favorite party drink!

Mickey hands off the cup to Psy as he jumps right back in on the amazingly built young lady causing her to spill her drink all over the floor.

Psy, still grinning, starts to say something but decides it would be lost on him. He stands up looks around and sings along with the music (kinda under his breath): Sorry for party rockin'...”



He suddenly exits stage left, gangnam style.

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