tonight's match had literally wore them both out. Chris stretched his aching muscle's, feeling them stiffen to the new movement, begging not to be moved again. Finally he reached a comfortable position, and closed his eye's.
"I don't care." He thought. "I'll stay here the whole night if I have to."
Chris drifted off into a deep sleep, hour's upon hour's drifted by with Chris dead to the world. The shrill ringing of his cell phone, drug him back from his blissful sleep, half awake he reached for it and turned it on.
"'ello.." Chris mumbled into it getting no reply.
"I said ello?" He asked again into the phone.
"Look over by your door Jericho."A voice on the other end came. "You've got a present."
Oddly as it rang, the phone clicked off leaving a confused Chris Jericho on the other end. He had recognized the voice instantly, for it was the same one that had talked to him only two week's prier. Feeling more awake, Chris tried to sit up. His back cracked, bones creaking in several place's.
"I've got to remember to ask for some time off." He mumbled to the empty room. Only after stretching the rest of his body carefully Chris stood up and ran a hand through his long blonde hair.
"Wonder what time it is." He thought glancing at his watch and noticing that it was 2:04 am. As if on cue a soft throbbing thumped at his head, almost at a soft beat. Grimacing some Chris began to head toward the bathroom.
"Maybe some cold water will wake me up." He thought walking towards it, pausing when a white piece of paper laid at his feet. "What the...?"
Chris bent down to pick it up, completely ignoring his back muscle's pleading with him, not to move. Frowning a bit, Chris flipped the paper over and carefully read what was on it. A huge grin plastid his face as he read the five lone word's. Quickly he gathered his belonging's, stuffing everything into his carry bag then quickly flew out the door. The bag in his one hand, and his camera set and ready to go on his other. As he headed down the hallway, still clad in his wrestling attire, he noticed that the soft thudding he once thought was in his head, wasn't. But that it was actually music playing, just a little loud and far away. The sound getting louder and louder, the closer he got the more and more he was able to make out.
Who let the dogs out woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
Chorus:
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
Chris's grin widened as he strode through the hall's, trying to make out where the sound was comming from. Instinctively, he found himself by the main doorway, quickly he dropped his bag, then made his way back into the building. Following the barking dog's, sweating in anticipation of the humor that was instore for him. As he continued to walk toward the sound, Chris found himself walking on a similar path. It was the same path he had used to go to the ring area.
"I wonder who's out there." He thought.
When the party was nice, the party was jumping' Hey, Yippee, Yi, Yo
And everybody havin' a ballHah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo
I tell the fellas "…start the name callin'…" Yippie Yi Yo
And the girls report to the call The poor dog show down
Chorus:
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
Pausing at the curtain, Chris peeked his head into the inner part of the arena. He noticed there were pink and purple, along with some green light's flying in every direction. The ring portion was still in place, except for the rope's, they had been removed. Inside of the ring, laid some prop's the other wrestler's would use for the hard-core match's, such as the trash can's and chair's. The can's laid on their side's, while the chair's sat up right.
"What the..." His said, still confused to what was going on.
I see ya' little speed boat head up our coast She really want to skip town Get back off me, beast off me Get back you flea infested monger
Instrumental Chorus:
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
The song was blasting through the pa, and he was pretty sure picture's flashed on the titan screen. Picture's of all sort's of dog's, and doghouse's.
"Alright! Let's get this show moving!"
Chris's head jerked to where the voice came from, his eye's falling to a whole new site of their own. Off in the left corner of the ring stood Linda McMahon, Mic Foley and the Acolytes. The fact that they were all together, didn't suprise Chris. It was the way they were dressed that did. Both Ron and John still wore their wrestling pant's, but on their head was place fluffy dog ear's and around their neck's...spike collars. He was laughing when he seen the two, but as his eye's traveled on to Linda and Mick they widened in shock and discust.Both Mick and Linda were dressed in whole suit Black Spandex. They each looked to have had a whip wrapped in their hand.
The sight of the four, took Chris's thought's away from him. Lately he had been seeing many of thing's...but this one...
"This one is just plain out there." Chris mumbled and pulled up camera. He taped the foursome talking over some thing's, then preparing for the show. Finally they gathered just infront of the ring, Linda counted to three outloud and then their act began...
Ron and John stood in front of Linda and Mick, the Acolytes instantly feel to their feet allowing Mick and Linda to clip the end's of their whip's to the two's dog collar's. Without a word from the trainer's, the two "dogs" walked to the ring on all four's with their walkers just behind them. Silently they got into the ring, only to have Linda and Mick remove the leash's and sit down on the chair's. John and Ron crawled on the ring each giving a pretend bark once in a while or quickly sniffing the other's rear end. When Linda clapped her hand's once the dogs crawled over to the trash can's and got in as far as they could.
Chris seen the smile on Linda all the way in the back. The foursome sure was enjoying it. Suddenly Linda clapped twice, the dogs instantly coming to attention and moved to their master's.
Instrumental Chorus:
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof
Verse:
I'm gonna tell Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo
To any girls calling them canineYippie, Yi, Yo
Tell the dummy "Hey Man, It's part of the Party!"Yippie Yi, Yo
You fetch a women in front and her mans behind Yippie, Yi, Yo
Her bone runs out now
Chorus:
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
Chant:
Say, A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
Quickly the two dog's crawled over to their master's, John went to Linda and Ron went to Mick. The grin's on the three men's face's caused Chris's stomach to twist. When they went to their master's crossed knee's, trying to nudge them apart with their nose's, Chris felt the wave of nausea hit. The site was sickening, as the song moved on the eager the two dog's became, nudging or licking at their master's leg. Finally the master's stood, relapsing the leash's on to their pet's, the master's walked the two pet's back off of the ring, walking them to where the ring rope's and post's laid. Growling the two dog's stood,
dropped their paint's and urinated on the rope's while their master's patted away on their behind's.
Chris pulled back from the curtain, he had seen enough. Probably enough for a few lifetime's. Grimacing he turned the camera off, then headed back towards the front door. He wanted to forget this night, and he sure as hell wanted to keep away from the rope's and ring pole's the next night.
As Chris walked away, the paper he had received under his door, dropped from his arm...landing on the floor. Chris Jericho, neither noticed, nor cared about it, he continued to walk.
The paper had read: TIME TO LET THE DOGS OUT?
A picture of a dog with his knee's crossed and his hand covering his mouth was above the caption.
Wait for y'all my dogs, the party is on I gotta get my girl I got my myind on
Do you see the rays comin' from my eye
What could you be friend that Benji man that's breakin' them down?
Me and My white short shorts \
And I can't seek a lot, any canine will do I'm figurin' that's why they call me faithful
'Cause I'm the man of the land
When they see me they do…ah-ooooo(howl)
Chorus (5 X's :
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs outwoof, woof, woof, woof