OOC: After drawing the men’s Last Survivor match, I found out DJ had dropped The Acclaimed, but since they’re in the match I thought it might be fun to have a go at writing as them. This is probably just a one time thing, but I hope you enjoy reading!
The following music video was uploaded to YouTube, courtesy of The Acclaimed. Most of the song is performed by Max Caster, with occasional input from Anthony Bowens.
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
There’s five surprise entrants, first of them at number one,
Well all of y’all be warned, when Acclaimed get you you’re done!
At number 2 it’s Riddle, everybody’s favourite bro,
Let’s hope there’s no drug tests though, or else you’ve gotta go!
Up next it’s D-Von Dudley, oh my brother testify,
But Bubba’s out much later, so get your table and say bye!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
At number 4 it’s Orton, Mr. RKO, the Viper,
Watch out for Randy, Max, we both know that he’s a sniper!
Nah man, he used to be, but the Viper’s been tamed,
Longest reigning Tag Champs, sure, but Randy you’re still lame!
What about Adam Cole, bay bay? He used to be elite!
That’s all in the past though, Bowens; Cole keeps getting beat!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
At 6 it’s Penta Jr, the masked Mexican freak,
Your face paint don’t fool me, El Zero, I know yo’ ass is weak!
He’s got a friend out next though Max, it’s Powerhouse, Will Hobbs.
Powerhouse don’t scare me, man, his name should be Will Jobs!
Then I come in at number 8,
It’s gonna be so freakin’ great!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
Out after you it’s Ricky Starks, old friend of Hobbs, what’s the sitch?
Who cares man? Ricky sucks right now. Roshambo? More like RoshamBITCH!
After him, it’s Penta’s brother, dWo filling the ring,
I’ll clear their asses out though, trust, Ray Fenix ain’t winning this thing!
And neither is Brock Anderson, Arn’s boy, the Horseman wannabe;
You winning would be horseshit, Brock, no chance you’re going over me!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
After Brock, glass shatters, and the crowd go nuts for Stone Cold,
But Austin’s knees are shattered, so’s his mind, that dude is SO OLD!
The nostalgia trip continues, after Austin, it’s Dwayne Johnson!
Seriously? Stay away Dwayne please, Hollywood is all you’ve got son!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
We’re past the halfway point now, and Rollins is out next,
He used to be so talented, what happened? I’m perplexed!
He’s still the Breakout Champ, so show him some respect.
Nah, he hasn’t earned it; he comes near me, he’ll get decked!
Well after him, it’s Rey Mysterio, Mr. 619!
His knees are worse than Austin’s, dude! He ain’t even worth my time.
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
After Rey, it’s Bray... or will it be The Fiend?
That mask of yours ain’t scary man, you should be called The Fraud!
Oops, that didn’t rhyme; don’t care. You mad? Tweet me your rage!
And speaking of not caring, at 19 it’s Christian Cage.
The Coalition’s over, Christian broke Alexa’s heart.
Don’t be sad Alexa, Cage held you back from the start!
I’m in at number 20, so I’ll deal with him, don’t worry.
When Bowens gets his hands on you Cage, trust me, you’ll be sorry!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
We’re up to 21 now, ten to go, we’re almost done,
And up next it’s Alex Shelley, Motor City Machine Gun!
I respect you Alex, but this won’t be your night,
Your best days are behind you, you ain’t up for this fight!
After him it’s Hook, you don’t wanna make him mad!
That’s true, that kid is tough, but I’m more scared of his dad!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
At 23, it’s MJF, my heart just skipped a beat,
Oh Maxwell, you know I’d love to sweep you off your feet!
Those abs are fine, you should be mine...
Focus, Max! We don’t have time.
You’re right, I’m sorry; this ain’t a love story,
It’s about The Acclaimed and our night of glory!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
Just five left now, at 26, it’s Dom Mysterio,
Your father’s name is all you have, so we’ll just say cheerio!
And then at 27, it’s Gargano, what a nerd,
You make me cringe, Johnny, Rebel Heart? You’re Rebel Turd!
Then after him it’s the other Dudley, Bubba Ray,
Buh-buh-buh-buh-bitch more like, we’ll send him on his way!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
Up next it’s Holliday, who loves his lawyer slash father,
Thinks that he’s a smart guy, but he’s really just a bother.
That smug smile he has gives us both major ick,
Do you have daddy issues, Rich? Or are you just a dick?!
And last it’s Roman Reigns, enemy of the masses,
But an ally of Acclaimed, cuz he loves smashing asses!
Big Dog, Tribal Chief, whatever name you use,
We ain’t afraid of you Rome, cuz you’re old news!
Last Survivor, it’s gonna be our night,
We both ready to rumble, but oops, copyright!
Caster or Bowens, gonna get that big win,
Be the last man standing, celebrate by scissoring!
Last Survivor / Ready to Rumble (The Acclaimed RP)
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