**Still on RAW (can you tell which is my favorite show?)**
Eric Bischoff walked to the ring, smiling as he ate a piece of cheese (you never heard it was good for your teeth?). As his music played, one lone redhead said "I love that song!" He got into the ring, took his beloved mic, and then patted his hand on his chest, right over his heart.
"You people, you know I love ya!" he said, walking around and nodding to them. "Which is what gave me my next idea. Stephanie McMahon may have her talented wrestlers, better gimicks, and a fresher announce team than RAW, but we've got Mini-Dust!" The crowd was silent, and he laughed. "You see, I know how you all love that little beaten scamp, and I've decided to give you more of the things you love!" Like more Triple H, he thought, and then turned his smile up a notch. That was a keeper, definitely! I'll file that away to use next week.
"But first, before I explain this, I'd like to invite Mini-Dust to the ring. C'mon out, you gold frea-I mean, friend of mine." Sometimes those words were so hard not to confuse...
Goldust's music hit, and little Mini-Dust walked out unaccompanied. He held a mini-baseball bat close to his side, and quickly walked down to the ring. Pausing to look left and right (hoping to see if the Island Boys were about to attack him, but instead seeing that thing they call a crowd barrier), he entered the ring.
Taking the microphone, Mini-Dust stepped back and looked around again. "Yeah," he said in a surprisingly deep voice. "Whaddya want?"
After the camera stopped shaking from the deep voice, Bischoff smiled and leaned down on one knee. "I just love kids!" he gushed, pinching a cheek and then giving Mini-Dust a pat on the back. Unfortunately, it knocked him over and into the ring post. Bischoff suddenly stood up, jumped away and screamed. "Your three minutes are up!!"
The crowd looked around, waiting for Rosey and Jamal. Nothing came, until some people (and the camera) caught sight of a tiny ripple in the crowd. It reached the ring barrier, and out jumped... a Mini-Rosey and a Mini-Jamal! The ran after Mini-Dust, who ran backstage and hid behind regular sized Goldust.
"I could eat you like an..." pause for a chest rub and air-bite, "ice creeeeeeeeam cone!" Goldust said, and for once in his life, someone shook with fear. Mini-Rosey stepped away, but Mini-Jamal ran up and kicked his knee.
"Your three minutes are up again, bitch!" he said, in a much softer and sweeter voice than Mini-Dust. After only a second (not even three!) the normal Rosey and Jamal appeared again, and laid the Smack... I mean, kicked Goldust ass. Booker T was nowhere to be seen, leaving Goldust to wonder as he made friends with the floor.
**Later that night**
"I am the Game! I am the Heavyweight champion! I do not fight losers like D'lo Brown, I make losers lose to me! And then I call them losers! And hasbeen! Are you even listening to me, Eric? I have a sledgehammer, I'll sledge you good if you mess with the Game!" Triple H was livid, yelling in Bischoff's face, while Ric Flair stood nearby and mouthed "Whoo" to himself.
Shaking his head, and ignoring the pulsing vein in the Champ's arm (which seemed to be getting bigger, hmmm), Bischoff pointed his best finger and gave his "I'm mad at you so I won't smile nicely" smile. "Listen, Triple H. I understand you don't want to wrestler D'lo. Hell, even Big Show turned down the offer! But, I had to make a deal to get him off the announce team on Sunday Night Heat, and he wanted a match against you. Just go out there, you've got Ric Flair here to help you cheat. I know he's not much-", Flair looked hurt, while Triple H mouthed 'you're damn right', "-but his multicoloured robes have blinded the best of them!"
Pouting/Smirking/Being bitchy for a second, Triple H finally shook his head in disgust and walked away. Flair paused for a second, and then stood in Bischoff's face. "Now, I know we have a lot in common, but don't you ever say Triple H "isn't much" again!" And, feeling proud, he crippled his way off camera, silently laughing about being on WWE tv longer than Hulk Hogan.
**During the impressive- no, wait- surprisingly NOT visually handicapped Blindfold Match between Triple H and D'Lo...**
There was brilliant cheating on both parts. Triple H cheated and pulled off his see-through hood. D'Lo cheated the audience out of a good match. All was right in the wrestling world for another week... (yes, I'm ignoring the rest of the show).
Eric Bischoff walked to the ring, smiling as he ate a piece of cheese (you never heard it was good for your teeth?). As his music played, one lone redhead said "I love that song!" He got into the ring, took his beloved mic, and then patted his hand on his chest, right over his heart.
"You people, you know I love ya!" he said, walking around and nodding to them. "Which is what gave me my next idea. Stephanie McMahon may have her talented wrestlers, better gimicks, and a fresher announce team than RAW, but we've got Mini-Dust!" The crowd was silent, and he laughed. "You see, I know how you all love that little beaten scamp, and I've decided to give you more of the things you love!" Like more Triple H, he thought, and then turned his smile up a notch. That was a keeper, definitely! I'll file that away to use next week.
"But first, before I explain this, I'd like to invite Mini-Dust to the ring. C'mon out, you gold frea-I mean, friend of mine." Sometimes those words were so hard not to confuse...
Goldust's music hit, and little Mini-Dust walked out unaccompanied. He held a mini-baseball bat close to his side, and quickly walked down to the ring. Pausing to look left and right (hoping to see if the Island Boys were about to attack him, but instead seeing that thing they call a crowd barrier), he entered the ring.
Taking the microphone, Mini-Dust stepped back and looked around again. "Yeah," he said in a surprisingly deep voice. "Whaddya want?"
After the camera stopped shaking from the deep voice, Bischoff smiled and leaned down on one knee. "I just love kids!" he gushed, pinching a cheek and then giving Mini-Dust a pat on the back. Unfortunately, it knocked him over and into the ring post. Bischoff suddenly stood up, jumped away and screamed. "Your three minutes are up!!"
The crowd looked around, waiting for Rosey and Jamal. Nothing came, until some people (and the camera) caught sight of a tiny ripple in the crowd. It reached the ring barrier, and out jumped... a Mini-Rosey and a Mini-Jamal! The ran after Mini-Dust, who ran backstage and hid behind regular sized Goldust.
"I could eat you like an..." pause for a chest rub and air-bite, "ice creeeeeeeeam cone!" Goldust said, and for once in his life, someone shook with fear. Mini-Rosey stepped away, but Mini-Jamal ran up and kicked his knee.
"Your three minutes are up again, bitch!" he said, in a much softer and sweeter voice than Mini-Dust. After only a second (not even three!) the normal Rosey and Jamal appeared again, and laid the Smack... I mean, kicked Goldust ass. Booker T was nowhere to be seen, leaving Goldust to wonder as he made friends with the floor.
**Later that night**
"I am the Game! I am the Heavyweight champion! I do not fight losers like D'lo Brown, I make losers lose to me! And then I call them losers! And hasbeen! Are you even listening to me, Eric? I have a sledgehammer, I'll sledge you good if you mess with the Game!" Triple H was livid, yelling in Bischoff's face, while Ric Flair stood nearby and mouthed "Whoo" to himself.
Shaking his head, and ignoring the pulsing vein in the Champ's arm (which seemed to be getting bigger, hmmm), Bischoff pointed his best finger and gave his "I'm mad at you so I won't smile nicely" smile. "Listen, Triple H. I understand you don't want to wrestler D'lo. Hell, even Big Show turned down the offer! But, I had to make a deal to get him off the announce team on Sunday Night Heat, and he wanted a match against you. Just go out there, you've got Ric Flair here to help you cheat. I know he's not much-", Flair looked hurt, while Triple H mouthed 'you're damn right', "-but his multicoloured robes have blinded the best of them!"
Pouting/Smirking/Being bitchy for a second, Triple H finally shook his head in disgust and walked away. Flair paused for a second, and then stood in Bischoff's face. "Now, I know we have a lot in common, but don't you ever say Triple H "isn't much" again!" And, feeling proud, he crippled his way off camera, silently laughing about being on WWE tv longer than Hulk Hogan.
**During the impressive- no, wait- surprisingly NOT visually handicapped Blindfold Match between Triple H and D'Lo...**
There was brilliant cheating on both parts. Triple H cheated and pulled off his see-through hood. D'Lo cheated the audience out of a good match. All was right in the wrestling world for another week... (yes, I'm ignoring the rest of the show).