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Planet Hollywood. The small concert hall located inside of the casino was filled with people seated at their tables, each anxious for the performance of "the King." Oh surely they realized that this was just an impersonator, and that the 'real' King has long been dead -- or do they? Yeah. There are still some air heads out there that think Elvis faked his death and is still out there, somewhere. Still alive. Those that have accepted the fact of his death just simply have been unable to let themselves move on, and attend these so-called concerts to live vicariously through men who, for the most part, fail to truly resemble Elvis and just move their lips to another man's songs.
Kind of pathetic, don't you think?
All of this is lost on these people, mostly older, middle aged women with colored, platinum blond hair, too much jewelry and Elvis t shirts. Sort of if someone had taken a young soccer mom type and let all of the air out of her face. They were simply here for a good time, a strong drink, and to relive their glory days when they would toss a good wank at the fantasy of banging the King.
Emcee: Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome back to the Rock Royal Casino -- The King! Elvis Presley!
"Oh please!"
There is scattered applause as the women hold onto their dignity just a while longer before they assault this poor man with their gargantuan granny panties. The spotlight over the stage comes to life, and the applause slowly dies out in shock at what they see...
A ghoulish clown man (Anthrax ya nimrods!) standing atop the stage, front and center, wearing an Elvis Presley wig and a rhinestone encrusted Elvis jumpsuit. And on each side of him, there was Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister, wearing pink sweaters with leather and spike embellishments and poodle skirts! As the two crazed maniacal females danced about the stage in a hazardous manner, Elvis, er -- ANTHRAX -- started the performance!
Anthrax: Well, since Griffin is gonna leave you!
Well, I found him a new place to dwell!
Well, it's down at the end of Hazard Street!
At the Motel Hell.
Where he'll be so injured, baby
Well, he'll be so injured
He'll be so injured, he could die!
One woman stands up.
Woman: What is this stuff and nonsense!? I want...!
Iron Maiden: SIT. DOWN!!!
Twisted Sister is already off stage, grabbing the woman by the shoulders and practically slamming her back down into her chair before rejoining her pals onstage.
Anthrax: Although the ER is crowded
The doc will find Griffin a room
To treat his broken and bloody body
And let him cry there, in his room
And be in so much pain and misery, baby
Where he'll be so miserable
He'll be so miserable, he could die!
As Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister join hands and dance about onstage, Anthrax is able to surprisingly imitate Elvis's grinding loins with startling accuracy. The woman from before stares at this and finds herself fanning herself before she notices her friends staring at her and she quickly stops and clears her throat.
And somewhere in the backstage area, stuffed in a small closet-sized room, tucked in the sink, is an Elvis impersonator, tied up and gagged.
Anthrax: Griffin of Griffin! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.... None. Well that about does it! You confuse me, Griffy-poo! Usually people don't ask for me personally. Usually they try to avoid me and it hurts my feelings.
Twisted Sister and Iron maiden nod with sad expressions on their faces, bottom lips sticking out.
Anthrax: And here you come along Griffy-kins, and you ask for me. ME! Okay so it didn't look like you were going to get me at first, but here we are! And it's all because of you. Because you LIKE me! Because you wanted to get in the ring with me! Because you wanted to PLAY with me!
Anthrax smiles brightly and his whole body shudders.
Anthrax: That kind of attention? It just does something to a guy. makes me feel tingly all over. So the least I can do, is make you feel the same. Make you feel all warm and tingly. Blood loss will do that to you, you know. Make sure that you know how much I value your sentimentality towards me.
He tilts his head to the left.
Anthrax: It's not easy to say a simple thank you. Words are hard. But I'll make sure you know how much I enjoy our time together. And I'll make sure you remember this special, special evening. It'll be forever marked on your body, and burned into your mind. Good-bye Griffin!
He waves goodbye with his fingers as Twisted Sister and iron Maiden bare their own teeth in grins before howling in their manic glee.
Anthrax: This is going to be fun!
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