Chyna: Warrior Princess Does Solstice.
An Epic Poem by Strife
Twas the night before solstice and all throught the bar,
Not a creature was stirring...except Steve drunk in a bra,
The stockings were hung by the whisky with care,
In hopes that in the morn they wouldn't be struck with a chair!
With Chyna in her leather,
and Kitty bascially nude,
They had just settled down for a nice bud light brew.
When all of a sudden there came such a WAIL,
Kitty leapt from her chair, drenching Chyna in ale,
Looked out the window and ran to the door,
six gallons of scotch flowed out on the floor.
Chyna sighed, leaped and cleared Steve,
from her bar she did leave,
and landed a few feet from her sidekick Miss Kitty,
Coz right about now she was gettin pretty shitty,
with the loss of her booze, her peace had been shattered,
The culprits, I swear, they were totally knackered.
And what strange sight on the lawn did appear...
But Mr. Ass...and a sled full of beer!
And Mr. Posterier did giggle with glee,
jump about madly before he did see,
Chyna's great fist connecting with his forehead,
knocking him cold and abducting his sled!
But up Billy leapt and he called for Road Dogg,
Together they rushed through the snow and the fog,
To halt this theft; Chyna was on their hit list...
They needed their beer so both could get pissed!
Up the snowy mountain,
Down the icy glen,
The women kicked the crap out of the frightened little men.
Billy started crying,
Road Dogg let out caterwauls,
So Kitty jumped them from behind and Chyna kicked them in the balls!
Twas the night before solstice,
Beer hurtling through the snow,
Chyna and her accomplice had finally began to slow.
Their booty had fallen out,
Their sled had lost a blade,
The sun was rising up,
The night had begun to fade.
Chyna looked at Kitty and gaily back they skipped,
Merry little carols from their luscious, smirking lips,
And as for our two Outlaws...
In the snow they rolled,
Never mess with Chyna when there's alcohol involved!!