SERIOUSLY, IF I OWNED WWE, WOULD THIS FIC EVER NEED TO EXIST? THE NAME CAYLEN CROFT WOULD AT LEAST BE SPELLED RIGHT!
SO NO, I DO NOT OWN WWE. NOR DO I HAVE DREW MCINTYRE STASHED IN MY CLOSET. HA HA. NOR WILL I EVER COMMIT A FELONY TO OBTAIN THIS GOAL. NOR WILL I EVER KIDNAP ANYONE.
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Based on a true story. So it's like Hollywood, most of this is really made up. But there is a chick named Kaylin out there somewhere who wanted revenge.
Once upon a time, there was a WWE fan by the name of Kaylin Craft. [Name has been changed to kick nose] She loved Smack Down, and since she couldn't get any other wrestling show, the only two shows she could possibly see were Raw and Smack Down. Therefore, ECW [R.I.P.] was the only show in which she didn't have any contact with. She hardly knew the roster.
So when ECW bit the dust, and all the Superstars were moved, she nearly cried. ECW was legendary for BA wrestling. Upon the next night of Smack Down, she discovered something horrible in the wrestling tag team of Trent Beretta and Caylen Croft.
A wrestler had stolen her name, and spelt it wrong.
This was a major offense to her mental well being, and she took it up with her best friend, the Undertaker.
"Mark!" She cried, coming up to him while he was starting his motorcycle, "Some new guy stole my name!"
The Undertaker, in all of his bad ass biker-y-ness, didn't care.
She solved this problem by creating a posse of Superstars who had nothing better to do than mess with the new guy.
In this daring posse, there was the Miz, John Morrison, and Edge. …That was about it. No one else on the roster felt like punking some new guy. Well, C M Punk was willing to lend the Straightedge Society to her, but Kaylin was scared of Luke Gallows so he was rejected.
With their four powers combined, they became Los Vengadores! Or, The Avengers!
Anyway, after Smack down the next week, the Locker Room was secretly invaded by Los Vengadores! Kaylin hid in the lockers, while the other three spent the time looking busy with their lives.
Caylen Croft walked in, not noticing the casualness that sported around the room like a giant elephant. He opened his locker for his clothes, when Kaylin sprung like Edge from the locker.
"You stole my name! Keel him!"
John tied his fluffy hair back, and poured tomato soup in Caylens shoes.
Edge got to work by throwing Caylen's clothes into the showers.
The Miz…just looked awesome.
After bashing his head in, Kaylin got off the name stealer and ran out the door like a giggling fan girl.
It really was too bad that Drew McIntyre had forgotten his boots after Smack Down, and was the first thing Kaylin saw after leaving the locker room.
No one's seen the Intercontinental Champion since.
Not my best work, but I kinda felt bad that Caylen Croft had no fics about him. This is my retribution. If it sucks, and to quote the Rock... IT DOESN'T MATTER!