Mr. Monday Night
By Cara
Disclaimer: I do not own RVD or the WWF. They all belong to Vince McMahon and Titan Sports.
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A/N Hi. This is my first wrestling fic so please be gentle. And please R&R. If nobody likes it I'm just going to delete it off the site. This story is in progress so please bear with me.
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Profile of Torrance
Name: Torrance Eliza Jones
Birthday: April 19, 2976
Zodiac Sign:
Hair Color: Mousy brown with red streaks
Eye color: Gray
Height: 5'9
Weight: 135
Ring Name: Hellacious
Finishing Move: Hell Freezes Over-Swanton Bomb
Heel or Face: Face
Ring Attire: Pink short shorts with black trim and a matching tank top
Job: Manager of RVD
Theme Song: She's A Bitch by Missy Elliot
To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semiNigga stole my car, why'nt you get my
Give yo' ass a black eye
Oh, say bye-bye
I'mma give your body to the sky
Run through your clique
Nigga, you pissed on trip
I'mma have to bust you in your lips
And the whips better have a whole lotta chips
Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips
She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I roll up my sleeves
1-She's a bitch
You can't see me Joe
Get on down while I shoot my flow
She's a bitch
When I do my thing
Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame
Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop
I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock
I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire
I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar
Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh?
Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh?
Better you runnin' out the door, huh?
You gon' be a long lost soul, whatcha say?
Yippie yi yo, yippie yiy yi yay
Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me
Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May
Got yippie yi yo yippie yi yi yay
55, 65, hike
75, 85, test the mic
95, Missy wild for the night
105, I'mma keep the crown hyped
2-She's a bitch
When they say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got mo' cheese
Back on up while I roll up my sleeve
She's a
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know
Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know
If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know
I'm about to bust like pee, fell me now
Anybody know my skills, what the deal
Anybody feel my skills, it's the real
Anybody wanna fuck with us still
Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill
Repeat 2
Repeat 1
