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When MVP's in the ring, that can only one thing. Big thangs poppin' little thangs stoppin'. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the view. Because the VIP Lounge is for people better than you! And tonight, I got not one, but five guests for ya'll tonight, and they are all people I am better than. These five guest are each of my opponents at Cyber Sunday in the Elimination Chamber, and I am better than each of them! So please, welcome my first guest, a man I am most definately better than, a man who said he was once gonna save us, but when it was all said and done, we need savin' from him! Please welcome, the former Y2J, a man who I am undoubtably better than, Chris Jericho!

The countdown from ten to zero hits, before the pyro. We then see a mini version of Chris Jericho walking out from the back in a suit, a mullet hairpiece with the hair combed up like a cowlick, and a leash in his hand, pulling on a mini-Lance Cade. The mini-Jericho starts throwing a visible fit at the bouncer, before finally being let in the velvet rope. Finaly the Jericho troll gets into the ring and stands next to MVP.

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Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest, a man who for the past year has gone on the formation from wisecrackin', sarcastic, fan favorite, to some cry-baby, bitchin', moanin' and groanin' former Undisputed Champion, Chris Jericho. And I know you're gonna go rantin' and ravin that I don't respect you, but Chris, what ya' need to know is that at Cyber Sunday, I'ma bloody yo' ass up. I'ma get yo' little cowlick hair, and Drive-By it. Because I am better than you, I am better than yo' bitch Lance Cade, and I am better than all of yo' "Jerichoholics". You wanna embarass me, that's fine. But Chris, you're a guest on my show, my VIP Lounge, and you should be greatful that you are, so Chris, I gotta you ask man, from man to man, how does it feel to be standin' next to greatness like Montel Vontavious Porter, MVP?

The mini-Chris Jericho is about to respond as MVP places the microphone to his face, before MVP pulls back the microphone, much to the jeers of the crowd.

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Nah, Jericho, because I ain't gon' allow you to spiel yo' crap like you always do. Plus, like I said, you ain't my only guest tonight, cause yo' boy, he has another special special guest. This man is very opposite of Chris Jericho, cause this man instead of rantin' and ravin' about his problems, he takes a low profile. And sure, he doesn't have the talent Montel Vontavious Porter has, but he's still well enough that he is also in the Elimination Chamber. And this man, I'ma have to Drive-By much, much worse than Chris Jericho, because this man, he ain't big competition, but he's a big dude. So please welcome my guest tonight, the Animal, Dave Batista!

We then hear the openings of "I Walk Alone" plays over the speaker system, causing a mixed reaction. Soon after, we see a mini-version of Batista, much like Chris Jericho, walking from the back, but actually wearing a mini-version of Batista's shiny trunks. He even does the Batista machine gun pose, and walks down, before taking awhile to get in the ring.

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Ladies and gentlemen, Batista! And unlike Jericho, I ain't gon' run yo' ass down for being so generic and being nothin' more than the standard and most stale wrestler in the world. Nah, I ain't gonna you run down for that, nor am I gon' run you down for your steroid use and your over bearing demeanor. Instead, "Big" Dave, I'm ask you the same question I asked Chris Jericho. How does it feel to know that you are not only in the ring with greatness, but you are in the ring with someone way better than you. How does it feel to be second guessin' your own abilities when you someone as athletically gifted as me. How does it feel to know that the ho you run with ain't got a damn thing and some of the hos that run with Montel Vontavious Porter! How does it feel Dave, to know that at Cyber Sunday you're gonna walk out the Elimination Chamber not only beaten and bloodied, but you gon' be crying tears of discouragement as I will be crying tears of joy when I become World Heavyweight Champion.

MVP then places the microphone in front of mini-Batista's face, but the little Batista just keeps quiet, causing MVP to smirk just a little bit.

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Come on, "Big" Dave, you never got anything to say, and after I copletely verbally assault you, yo' big, muscular, orangotange ass still ain't got notin' to say? Come on Batista, hit me man, hurt me like you like to hurt! Pretend I'm yo' precious lil' slut Layla and throw me around before beatin' me down! Come on Dave, have yo' lil roid rage! That's what I thought Dave, you ain't man enough to hit me, if you can't hit me now, what makes you think you can hit me come Cyber Sunday? Come on Dave, take yo' shot man, take it! Come on----

Suddenly the buzzing noises of "My Time is Now" hits over the speaker system, causing the mjaority of the fans to go crazy, while the others go crazy in a different sense. Suddenly, we see a mini-John Cena coming out, wearing Cena's signature jean shorts, red Cenation jersey in small, and a "You Can't See Me" hat. After some jockying to the fans, mini-Cena eventually gets passed the bouncer, and into the ring.

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Yo, John, I was just gonna announce you man, because you are my third guest on my special Elimination Chamber preview VIP Lounge. And John, I was too busy chumpin' up Batista that I never got a chance to announce you, hype you, or even give any significance to you. So everyone, please welcome my next guest, a man who you either love, or hate, but make no mistake, is almost as untalented as Batista. Because my next guest has got notin' on me, and he probably don't even got nothin' on Chris Jericho. This man is a multiple time WWE Champion, all of which were won by flukes, and come Cyber Sunday, I will prove to everyone just what kind of fluke my next guest is. So everyone, please welcome my next guest, John Cena!

MVP would mockingly point over to the mini-John Cena, causing a pretty mixed reaction from the Tuscan crowd.

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Now John Cena, despite what you may think, I give people chances around here, and I have given you the chance to answer a different question proposed to you that I didn't propose to Batista or Jericho. Because, what I need to know is how some no-talent, chump loser like John Cena was able to ever outshine the cornrow-wearin', saivor-fairen, jaw-droppin' bottle-toppin' modern mack like MVP. How is someone who's ring skills includes first five moves, then six, then four, the five again, all the while getting injury after injury! Really, John, how are you able to eb considered a top guy, when someone much more talented, better lookin', and better than you, such as myself gets nothin' but crap. John, I am the highest paid wrestler on the entire RAW Roster, you ain't nothin'! I am tired of bein' pushed around by chumps like you, with yo' silly wigger crap that you think gets you over, but really just makes you look more like a poser. How are you able to beat me, when it comes to respect, John, tell me that.

MVP would look down at the midget Cena and would kneel down to stare and look at him, causing some decent boos.

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Now look at me, Cena, look at the man I have become, I am better than you, and I'm better than anyone in this ring, and I need to know why in the hell does Montel Vontavious Porter have to beat chump homies like Cryme Tyme, when you can't even beat Randy Orton, and yet you get put in the Elimination Chamber? I'm a playa', and everyone in this arena, everyone in the Chamber are a bunch of playa' haters, and the biggest one is you, John Cena. But you know what Cena, it's aight, because you may be the biggest playa' hater, and you have may have no talent, but at least you're better than my next guest. Because my next guest, once a guru like yo' boy when it came to makin' that paper, but since this economy has become so piss poor, he's forced to give up the fancy lifestyle MVP has. This man, has not only his paper, but he has lost his ability to move, I mean the man's man-titties are bigger than Batista's whore's. Please welcome the former Wrestlin' God, and former Stock Market Genius, John "Bradshaw" Layfield!

The infamous bell of JBL's music's plays, and the fans actually cheer, pretty much knowing what's coming. We then see a midget in a jacket with "Mamajuana" on the back, a towel on top of his neck, and a giant hat on his head, and he is seen rolling out from the side on a big wheel. After doing a goofy dance and all that, he evntually gets passed the bouncer and in the ring.

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I wanna thank you JBL, for comin' out of your busy schedule of losin' money in the stock market, and I need to ask you a question. Because much like I posed for Cena, and Batista and Jericho, yo' boy MVP has a questions that's just burnin' to be exposed on the VIP Lounge. What my question is JBL, is how in the hell do you still have a job? I mean look at you JBL, it seems you sat on yo' ass for so long as SmackDown color commentator becoming so bosolete, that you weight about 400 pounds. I mean, when you were SmackDown commentator, you spent yo' time puttin' me over in your speech and eatin', sometimes at the same time, listenin' to them tapes, and hearin' yo' muffled voice makes me think I'm right. But what I really need to ask you, besides those, is why in the hell do I make more money than you, yet somehow you've been able to get yo' main events? Really JBL? Yet me, the most talented, stylish, charismatic superstar on the RAW roster get notin'? Come on JBL, tell me, boy!

MVP would go to begin hassling JBL's midget version, pushing him away, and smirking at the same time, as the four midgets in the ring so far all stand next to each other.

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JBL, I think it would be better if you didn't say a damn thing, because much like yo' boy Chris Jericho, all you ever do is talk JBL, and I damn sure am tired of loudmouths like you. So don't say notin', JBL, because come Cyber Sunday, I'ma give you a Drive-By, and I'ma knock yo' ass out! But you four, ya'll ain't my only guests, because my last guest for tonight is someone I am indeed better than. My next guest's claim to fame ain't about a flashy in-ring style, getting to the fans, it's more about doin' the explicit to a person's bag. It's more about goin' backstage and doin' some token'. It's like hittin' the same damn resthold every other move. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my final guest for tonight, a man who I am way better than, please welcome, "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton!

The fans would actually be in a frenzy after a pause before "Burn in My Light" begins to play, and the fans go crazy. We then see of course, a Randy Orton midget coming out from the back, wearing a miniature version of Orton's trunks, with what appears to be a towel put on the crotch. He even does the Randy Orton pose, but sadly, none of the golden sparks behind him hit. He, like the others, get pass the bouncer, climbing up the steps and into the ring.

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Now Randy, see, unlike my last four guests, I ain't got a question to ask you, because instead, I gotta tell you sometin'. Orton, two weeks ago, you screwed me out of my match with Christopher Daniels, and yet, you go on and blame Montel Vontavious Porter. Nah, it ain't goin' down like that, because I know I'm better than Christopher Daniels, the Fallen Angel, and I'm damn sure better than you, Randy Orton, the Legend Killer. And no matter how many headlocks you can do in the ring, there ain't no way your skill can come up to me, MVP, because I am better than you, Orton, better than John Cena, JBL, Batista, Chris Jericho, the list goes on! And Orton, just to show you how I'ma eliminate you in the Chamber, come Cyber Sunday, well--

MVP would then run full force towards the Randy Orton midget, and would hit him square in the head with a Drive-By Kick, causing the midget to flip backwards and roll away and out of the ring. He'd see the JBL and Batista midgets coming at him, and he'd use two hands to push both down. The Chris Jericho midget would run right into a big boot from MVP, flipping over as well. The JBL midget would get up from the push and MVP would get on his knees to hit a funny looking clothesline on mini-JBL. MVP would then grab mini-Batista up, and would hit a Playmaker, having taken down all the midgets in a matter of a minutes.

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What I did here, ain't notin' compared to what Montel Vontavious Porter is gonna do come Cyber Sunday. When I hit that Chamber, ya'll are gonna see a different MVP then who you think. After I take down all five of you, I'ma grab that World Heavyweight Championship high, and I'ma hold it up. And when I celebrate, and ya'll are remorseful, I'ma go down to Eric Bischoff and ask him to make my contract even higher! And I really will be the Franchise Playaer, because I am half-man, half-amazing and I am better than all of ya'll. And no matter who's in this match, I'ma eliminate them, and I'ma become champion. And finally, all my opponents are gonna find out why I am what I've been sayin' I am this whole time, and that is straight up BALLIN'!

"I'm Comin'" would play over the speaker system, causing MVP to first straighten up his suit, before heading out the ring, walking past his bouncer, as the WWE.com camera's final shot is of the midgets barely moving, ending the scene.