Title: Misadventures of HBK and HHH
Disclaimer: Me no owny, you no suey.
Rating: T for T-related stuff
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Description: Everyone knows what HBK and HHH get into on camera. But what about when the camera goes off? What kind of trouble happens then?
If anyone has wants HBK or HHH to do something, send me your ideas. I will use any and all suggestions. It can be a whole plot or just a few words. I will come up with something myself, otherwise.
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Hunter walked into the locker room, shrugging his bag to the floor before stretching his arms over his head. Shawn was supposed to have met him at the hotel to go over the show that night, but after a call from the Heartbreak Kid that morning, he was meeting him about an hour before the Raw taping. He frowned, looking at his watch.
"5:10," he muttered, walking out of the locker room and through backstage. "He's late." He shook his head with a small grin. "What am I talking about? He's always late."
"Hey! I am not always late!"
Hunter grinned again, turning around. Shawn was standing behind him in a DX shirt cut the way it usually was (only hanging around his neck), his camouflage ring pants, and a worn cowboy hat, his arms crossed and one hip jutting out to the side in a pouting manner.
"Shawn Michaels is never late," he continued. "Besides, you said we were meeting at the hotel this morning!"
"Shawn, you called me this morning before I was gonna meet you and said we were meeting here 10 minutes ago," Hunter argued.
Shawn thought about that for a second. "Oh." He smiled. "Listen, I've a good plan. We should sneak onto Vince's private plane and act like the WWE Chairman for a bit. Then, we can tag his plane with the DX tag!"
"Uh, Shawn?" Hunter put his hand on Shawn's shoulder, the blonde standing up straight again. "We did that 2 days ago." Shawn just stared blankly at him. "You don't remember?" He shook his head. "You puked because of all the cheese and crackers you ate?"
"Oh, I remember now," Shawn said, nodding slightly. "Man, I thought I had a really good plan." His face fell slightly
"I'll meet you in the locker room," Hunter said, walking past the other. He had walked all the way back before he heard hurried steps coming toward him from behind. Now what?
"Hunter! Hunter!"
Shawn ran up to the Game, an excited look on his face. "Hey, Hunter! I've got the greatest plan ever!" he exclaimed excitedly. "We should sneak onto Vince's private plane and act like the WWE Chairman for a bit. Then, we can tag—"
"Shawn, what are you doing?" Hunter interrupted.
"Telling you my awesome plan," Shawn replied, a little confused. "Duh."
Hunter groaned, putting his hand on the Showstopper's shoulder again. "Shawn, you're starting to lose it," he said slowly. "Your plan? We did that last week. Your memory is shot, man." He turned around, walking into the locker room to find his DX glowsticks. And sure enough, a couple minutes later, as he was heading to the Gorilla Position…
"Hunter! I've got an amazing plan!"