As Vipers announcement concludes, the nWo music begins being piped through the arena. The lights and all eyes turn towards the stage.
"They come from the future
"They come to free you all from the tyranny of the boredom inducing speeches of Kane2000
"They come from Best Buy, where they purchased their upgrades
"They come across your mommas tits
"Representing the New World Order, no longer are they the Outsiders. They are Nobody 3000 and Rage 3000. The Outsiders 6000!!!!
The duo walk out from the back, Rage 3000 utilizing a hand truck to cart out a minifridge with one hell of an extension cord as Nobody 3000 helps himself to a beer. Are wearing black body suits with armor plating. With a signal to drop the lights, the stage lights drop and the red lights lining the suits come up. Suddenly the duo break into. The robot???
Yes Rage 3000 and Nobody 3000, collectively known as The Outsiders 6000 apparently have begun striding down the stage, doing The Robot. As the pair came to the end of the ramp, The lights came up and Nobody 3000 had a microphone in his hand.
"Rage, my compadre?"
"Yeah bro?"
"You know what is even more retarded than us dressing like this and adding a number after our names?"
"Ha ha. What mang?"
"The guy who started it all, of course! I mean really Even just saying his name makes me feel like the collective intelligence of all of these fans is slowly spiraling down the pisser."
"Well we have to call him something. How else is he going to know when we are talking about him?"
"Hmmmmmm. How about Betsy. He looks like a Betsy."
"Betsy it is!"
"So Betsy, we couldnt help but notice that you wanted to refer to us in your little speech to Viper. You know, the speech that bored the audience to tears. By the way, that whole Pathetic and retarded thing. Yeah. That iks the pot calling the kettle black. See, memory serves me correctly, I beat the holy hell out of the schmuck who whooped your ass for those titles. So that obviously begs the question of just how dominant are you. Simple answer is found in one word and one contraction. You. Aint."
"The ONLY dominating thing about you is your body odor. I mean I know you are supposedly some cyborg or some such shit, but seriously, would it kill you to buy some deodorant? You are pathetic Betsy. You make excuses. You cry about how unfair you have been treated, how many times you have been screwed. Hell, you cant even come up with a put down to save your life! I mean seriously, you should re-evaluate your gimmick bubbles, because they need to keep mics as far away from you as possible."
Rage snatched the mic from Nobody, shaking his head.
"Dont mind him. He is just crabby because Lillian is no longer doing announcing. Seriously though... they have these things called toothbrushes? Buy one. What my wordy compadre is trying to say is that maybe it is time that you stop looking for excuses and accept that you are nothing but a sad failure or maybe we should just pummel the hell out of you again, yanno, beat some sense into your goofy ass."
