Season End Partaaay!!!

Thinking of ending the season with a "BANG!!!" , Boy Bakla decides to hold a party for everyone, so early on before anyone entered the locker rooms, Boy Bakla egan the task of sending out invites, calling the caterer for the booze and food and decorating the place. With all invites sent Boy Bakla was determined to have a good party going, hopefully get a special someone drunk and get him to bed... But due to the excitement, Boy Bakla sent invites to ALL the wrestlers with no consideration on how they felt about each other... OH NOES!!! Now as the time of the party grows near, the question is not who will come but who will survive...

After a few hours of waiting the first one to step in through the door was...

The door. opnes and suddenly a man enters...It' saske




nice party but were are all the poeple.We must get this party starting....i't was a great season except the part when i went t the hospital but The hell with that...Im back and ready to rumble!Good party Balka u really got stile for partyes.

"party, why if I get my hands on that bakla there will be hell to pay" says FunnyboneSA as he enters wearing a cap to cover his stupid mullet.

"Bakla, next season it is ME vs YOU, so enjoy your party cause there will be no more smiling for you after this" shouts FunnyboneSA as he tips over the table with all the naff cakes and cooldrink piled on it...

"Oh dear, that just won't do." with ample preparation and expectation that something like this would happen, Boy Bakla has prepared back-up food and drinks... In a flash, Boy Bakla was able to re-set the table and the food and drinks and with friendly persuasion of the custodians able to get them to clean up the mess. And the party continues...

"You are asking about girls? I did invite our beautiful interview staff and announcers..." Boy Bakla said with pursed lips...

As time passed, the locker room got filled but now there is an aura of unease as enemies stare each other down with Boy Bakla trying to desperately save the party by inviting Dank to dance...

With an impending brawl at hand, specially between the Carnival and the Horde, Boy Bakla thinks quickly to try to diffuse the matter not wanting his party to go down the drain, taking up some pie he goes about and offers it to everyone but as luck would have it he slips and falls and the pie lands on Mrs. Eunice Winslow who just happens to be entering the area to check up on the party. Boy Bakla paled as he saw the old woman flail around blinded by the pie and she crashes into the table of food sending everything raining down on everyone...

mrs. winslow is sputtering as she is helped to her feet, dripping with pieces of pastry, fruit and drink.

"what. is. going. on. here."

she shoots her question one word at a time like a gun as she glares at the assembled wrestlers, noting how some of them seem to be in the midst of starting a fistfight.

She may be a sweet little old lady, but it was clear that no one wanted to cross Mrs. Eunice Winslow. An uneasy silence resonated through out the locker rooms as no one wanted to make eye contact to a very grumpy old lady who happens to have the power to cancel your contract. Finally Boy Bakla stood up and spoke.

"I'm sorry about this ma'am, I hosted this party to try to have a special occasion where everybody could enjoy the last day of the season. But accidents just kept happening and before we knew it, it was raining food, and everybody became mean, and... and... and..." Boy Bakla started sobbing at the sight of what his beautiful preparations have become.

mrs. winslow shot boy bakla a look which could have halted a herd of rampaging bulls.

"where. do. you. think. you're. going."

the words come out in a lead-heavy, furious heat, directed at a wrestler quietly trying to sneak away from what appears to be an impending explosion. the wrestler whimpers as mrs. winslow's words root him to the spot.

"so. this. is. your. idea," she says to boy bakla.

"what. will. you. do. about. it," she says, shooting an angry glance at boy bakla, then funnybonesa, then pelin and the rest of the partiers. it is not a question.

"Um well, the party was my idea but the fight was all his..." Boy Bakla pointed hastily hoping to shift the attention to... FunnyboneSA!!! "Oops..." Boy Bakla muttered to a fuming Funnybone...

Ashamed of his actions, Boy Bakla grabbed Dank's hand and dragged him to the middle of the room. "C'mon Dankykins let's dance the night away... EH?!!!" Only to discover he dragged a beet red FunnyboneSA to the middle of the room... "Oh fecal matter..." Boy Bakla muttered as the room erupted in laughter at a shamed Funnybone...

"get your hands off me, you little #$#$#" FunnyboneSA hisses at boy bakla through clenched teeth, as he hears everybody else laughing at him.

One of his midgets caught up in the moment, jumps up and pulls the cap off FunnyboneSA's head to show his green mullet given to him by boy bakla the previous evening, at the sight of this most of the other wrestlers fall down laughing, and mrs. winslow laughs so hard that she pee's all over the fall.

FunnyboneSA looks around and decides to leave before he kills boy bakla, and with great effort refrains from putting boy bakla in a chokehold, shrugs loose from boy bakla's grasp and instead grabs the closest bottle of dalmatian wine and pours it over his head.

As FunnyboneSA walks out he grabs the bag of magic mushrooms on the table and leaves thinking to himself "these will come in handy someday"

mrs. winslow flatly tells funnybonesa, "you. walk. out. on. me. and. you. can. consider. yourself. unemployed."

ufw's legal counsel then shoots a look at saske. "do. you. see. what. i'm. wearing? it. cost. me. a. lot. of. money. but. now. i. have. pie. all. over. it. and. you. ask. me. to. continue. the. party? what. planet. do. you. come. from?"

she slowly gazes at each wrestler present in the room.

"you're all going to clean up this mess. then you're all going to clean up every room in this building. today the janitors get the day off."

her voice is back to its usual friendly tone. just without the friendliness.

"if you don't want to do this, then i will just bill one of you for the new suit i'll have to buy to replace this one. i'll just pick one of you and dock his pay for the whole month - any one of you. now please get the cleaning gear from ben and start mopping up this place."

mrs. winslow flatly tells funnybonesa, "you. walk. out. on. me. and. you. can. consider. yourself. unemployed."

as FunnyboneSA is about to leave he hears mrs. winslow threaten to fire him if he leaves.

"I am so very sorry mrs.winslow" says Funnybone as he starts wiping up the pee puddle on the floor by her feet, "here let me get you something to cover you up with" Funnybone says as he picks up boy bakla's fur coat laying on the chair "here wipe yourself with this"

"and allow me to get you a refill mrs. winslow" Funnybone say's as he quickly fils the bottom of the glass with some powdered magic mushroom before filling it with some wine.

"here you go, and once again I am sorry, but can you see what boy bakla did to my hair at the last show.... it's...it's...green and he gave me a mullet"

FunnyboneSA quickly made his escape before mrs.winslow started giving him a hardtime, as he walked past gorky pelin he muttered back "boy this is not your fight...stay out of it, sorry for messing with your wine...but it was either that or somoan drop boy backla... and this isn't the place."

"Yes, yes, let us all try and have fun despite our problems with each other." Boy Bakla nervously said aloud. "I can't we all just get along even for one night?" With that Boy Bakla then plays some Cher music on and raises a mic. "Karaoke anyone?"

TheRockAttitude turns red with anger.

TheRockAttitude: GET OUT OF HERE! Bakla! This was a horrible idea, you call all this stuff a party? By the looks of things TheRock can see you holding too many guys hands...

TheRockAttitude then calms down again.

TheRockAttitude: [/color]Now get out before TheRock calls for his tag team partner to come kick your candy asses out of this tea party...

TheRockAttitude gives Eunice the money and steps out of the room.

~SOB "I don't need this abuse... You'll see, next season when I come back it will be different... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Boy Bakla ran out through the locker room doors sobbing...

as FunnyboneSA was walking down the passage, a crying boy bakla came flying past.

"Hey pansyface, remember next season it's on like.... donkey kong" FunnyboneSA shouts at the fleeing boy bakla.

Dank finally show for the party waering sunglasses as his eyes still are burned loks over funnybones and watches Boy Bakla leave.

Dank: He the hell you calling a pansy Funny did you even wrestle tonite you punk.

Dank gets into FB face :Didnt you see what Bakla did out there and you insult him, i dont got to wait til next season man, i cant offically wrestling 2-3 weeks but het that dont s&%t to me man, I see you picking on Bakla again watch your back cos what i did to Chriso will look like a um... pinic yeah thats it a pinic to what i do to you, punk, oh and you lil dwaves dont scare me so whatever.