"Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh"
It's About to Get Funky Up In Here!
Cameron and Naomi took to the stage dancing in unison as Brodus Clay joined them. The sounds of "Somebody Call My Mama" filled the arena and they made their way down the ramp. A table was set up in the middle of the ring, and Brodus got in with the lovely ladies. None of them got a microphone. Brodus stopped in front of the table, the camera trained on him. He began to hold up the items on the table. A box of Honey Maid Graham Crackers, a generic wrapped chocolate bar, and a jar of marshmallow creme. Cameron and Naomi looked at each other in a state of panic, and Naomi bailed out of the ring in search of a microphone. Brodus opened the graham crackers, and slathered on a generous helping of marshmallow. He topped it off with his chocolate bar.
Naomi: Brodus, wait! Wait, I think you've misunderstood!
Brodus Clay: Woman! Don't you interrupt me when I'm preparing for a match.
Cameron: But Funky! He's not saying "Feed me...
Brodus Clay: Can't you see I'm having a culinary experience here?! You know better than to interrupt me when I'm having a culinary experience.
Brodus took a giant bite of his Smores and gave a toothy chocolate grin.
Brodus Clay: I see why he likes these.
Naomi: No, no, Brodus. He's not saying feed me smores! He's saying 'Feed Me More!'
Brodus Clay: Feed him more... what?
Cameron: That's really up for debate, he's never been specific.
Brodus Clay: Well if you ask me, he should try some smores. Maybe he likes Burritos. I like Burritos. Pizza? Pizza is good. You got the cheese on there, on the Pepperonis and then you slap a little more cheese on there.
Naomi: I don't think he wants people to feed him food, I think he wants people to feed him his opponents.
Brodus Clay: He's a CANNIBAL?!
Brodus shoved more Smores in his mouth, and Cameron went to comfort him.
Cameron: Come on, Brodus we have to go prepare for your match.
Brodus Clay: No! Stop it! You know I eat when I'm emotional.
Naomi: Brodus, you can beat Ryback! We know you can! Would it make you happy if we brought some of your Funky friends in the ring to eat smores with you, and to have a DANCE PARTY!
Brodus gave a pout. Marshmallow hanging on his lip as he nodded. Cameron and Naomi went to the outside to pick out eight lucky children to come into the ring.
Brodus Clay: It's about to GET FUNKY in here.
"Funky's on a Roll" hit again and Brodus, Cameron and Naomi danced with the kids as this EBWF Exclusive went to a fade out.
OOC: New guy hasn't registered an account. Sorry you had to read this. lol
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