Gonna try something new...
Something with a theme...
Hope ya like it...

Unlimited lines...
All the same other rules...


Let's start this thing, in the ring...
In wrestling style, my words will Sting!...
An armbar, a hammerlock, a reverse chicken wing...
Too bad for you the bell went ding-ding!

A couple of jabs, a heavy right cross...
Man are you startin to frown!
Not a Harley, A Macho, or even Haku...
You're no King and you've got no crown!

The crowd is with me "chanting" my name...
I've got the contract, the belt, and all the fame!
I'm in the ring, but you bailed, outside fretting and circling...
I wait and swing my chain, doing my best "Hercul"-ing!

You finally grow nuts and roll back inside...
But I meet you and greet you with a vicious "Last Ride"...
You start to cry, pull your shirt up to hide...
But like your "Boss", man, I lift you and drop you with a slam from my side!

Since you're a jobber, you lay there and like a fish you twitch...
Now it's time for my finisher, the feared, "Son Of A Bitch"!
On the top rope and pressed over my head...
Death Valley Driver, not on the mat, but the concrete instead!

After that it's 1-2-3, or submission for the tap...
Either way, you've lost, and your career got sapped...
Broken neck, what the heck, maybe Leroy Nieman can dedicate a mural...
But if you're dead, just like Miss Liz, I'll get Lilian Garcia to sing at your funeral...

Out!

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Merkings will occur Monday thru Friday, 8 am thru 5 pm, C.S.T.
For my convenience, not yours!