Leggo my Eggo.
"You were dead. How can you stand before me now?", Mr. Flynn wondered.
"Not dead, reassigned.", Eric replied.
" I still don't get it. Why me? Why the waffles?"
"Oh.", Eric said. "You want to know all the answers. I had asumed you figured them out already. After all, you are a mental genuis and a man who knows how to break a man's spirt in 892 different ways. But I will tell you..."
"It all started back in 1994, when you were still winning shoots all over the world and a non-factor in this game. I was the head of WCW, a growing, yet clueless, wrestling orginization. As VP of the company, I signed many top wrestling stars over the years: Hogan, Savage, Luger, Hall, Nash, Hart, Disco, the list goes on. It was the first step in my ultimate plan........TO TAKE OVER NOT JUST THE WRESTLING WORLD, BUT THE WORLD ITSELF!!! lol@me!!!"
As Eric continued ranting and raving, Mr. Flynn looked on in confusion. How could this man still be alive? Wasn't he shot, drawn, and quatered? He said he was reassigned, but that's as good as being dead. What does it mean?
".........but then something happened. My ingenuis plan, with no chance of falling apart, failed."
Eric began circling Mr. Flynn, who held his ground.
"It took me a while, but I figured it out. My downfall went back to April 1998. Everyone thinks that WCW's ratings colapse came from the WWF's re-SURGE!!-ance, but it was just coincidence that it took place at the same time....."
Eric stopped and got right in Mr. Flynn's face.
"........That I signed YOU to a multi year, multi million dollar contract! I falied because I didn't push you to be the top star in the federation! I held you back because I was jealous! Goldberg got your spot. That no-talent hack was just in the right place at the right time! I banished you to dark matches and house shows because I knew with your talent, charisma, and natural good looks without hair dye, I would have no choice but to let you carry the ball and run with it! I couldn't do it because Hogan and his friends would've walked!"
Mr. Flynn looked shocked! Could this be true? Eric backed off and talked firmly and menacing, in his best McMahon voice.....
".....and I don't regret it. Everyone knows that Hogan and company bring in the ratings. There was no way I was going to jepordise that. Look at WCW now.... no Hogan, no Macho, no ratings. In the end, I won. Only one problem....."
"What's that, spazmatic one?", Mr. Flynn cleverly replied.
"I still had to take over the world. With no wrestlers behind me anymore after I was removed from power, I came up with a plan so sinister, so evil that no one thought it could be done......."
Mr. Flynn gripped his hands in fists of rage, knowing what Eric was going to say next......
"I stole all the waffles in the world. Plain, blueberry, even chocolate. Now what will youngstera eat for breakfast? Dull, rubbery, disgusting PANCAKES! They can't do it forever, Mr. Flynn. Soon they will need their waffles and beg me for mercy. That's when I become king of the United States! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"Diabolical.", Mr. Flynn said, shaking his head.
"Now you will join me, Mr. Flynn. For you too need your waffles. Join me Mr. Flynn. Join the good guys....."
"Never. I would rather watch nothing but Triple H matches for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week than take part in your evil plan. Prepare to feel the Lightning Foot of doom."
"Have it your way.", Eric said, removing his robe. He had on his trademark leather jacket and jeans. "Now you die. Slowly and painfully."
The two screamed into the air and lunged at each other, ready for the final battle..........
The final battle between good and evil has begun!!--Waffleking
That's so funny!!!--y2jf
