"Pro Wrestler's Night Before Christmas" joke

Twas the night before Christmas, in my house's halls
Stirred many pro wrestlers, partaking in brawls;
Mr. Socko was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Mick Foley soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of roody-poos danced in their heads;
And momma in her doo-rag, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap;

When out on the lawn I heard the glass shatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away through the bedroom Jeff Hardy dashed,
And finished off momma with a senton splash.

The lights from the previous match with Al Snow
Gave the lustre of blunt foreign objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a bird-flipping Rattlesnake chugging a beer,

With a guy so electrifying no one can mock,
I knew in a moment it must be The Rock.
As he raised his eyebrow his people all came,
The millions... and millions... all chanted his name;

Go Rocky! Go Rocky! Go Rocky! they yelled,
Check that candyass into the Smackdown Hotel!
I'm the Great One, Rock said, and you all are proof,
FINALLY The ROCK has come BACK to your ROOF!

Out through the shutters I watched the driveway,
Where the countdown had started for Y2J,
In the den Chris Benoit tried to pin Lash LeRoux
With a German suplex, but he only got two.

And then there was chaos up there on the roof
With the kicking and stomping of two king-sized hooves.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down through the ceiling St. Mick came with a bound.

He was choke-slammed through by Big Show, but smiled anyway,
With one tooth through his lip, and said Have a nice day,
I watched old St. Mick pry thumbtacks from his back,
While Harlem Heat nailed Grandpa with a flapjack.

My home overrun with pro wrestlers and gear,
A yuletide Bill Goldberg with jackhammer and spear,
The man they call Sting all dressed up like the Crow,
And a guy who proclaimed I'm the whole F'N show,

Triple H and New Jack, Boss Man and Sabu,
Candido with Tammy, Too Cool with Fatu,
Rakishi's caboose and his bulbous round belly
Shook when he danced like a bowlful of jelly.

While Gorgeous George fawned over Macho Man Randy,
Ass Man said he had two words for Granny.
The Powers that Be brought me two lumps of coal,
And two powerslams from Creative Control

Who spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a smirk,
To see Mr. McMahon, dressed in casual clothes
Who had brought me a gift of the Godfather's hos.

He sprang to his Porche, said to Shane Let's go,
And they all disappeared faster than ICO-PRO.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, IN THIS VERY HOUSE TONIGHT.