Everything in this story is TRUE, Wrestle Street actually exists and The
Rock, Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan and 'Screaming' Norman Smiley DO live in a
house together. . . honestly
Oh and, don't take this fic too seriously, the wrestlers aren't in character because wrestlers generally DON'T stay in character when they go home (except for the Ultimate Warrior who will appear in another chapter).
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Bobby and Norman are cooking pancakes for breakfast in the kitchen, The Rock is in the bathroom brushing his teeth.
Bobby: Oh great, I dropped a pancake and it landed in the dogs bowl.
Norman: I know, give it to The Rock, he'll never know. [laughs]
Bobby: [Picks up the pancake and wipes off some of the bigger chunks of dogfood] Hahaha, good idea.
The Rock: [Enters the room and sits down at the breakfast table] Mornin' guys.
Bobby: Morning The Rock, here's your breakfast [hands him a plate with the pancake on]
The Rock: Mmmm, pancakes [starts to eat the pancake]
Bobby and Norman both look at each other and start laughing uncontrollably.
The Rock: What's up with you guys? What's so funny? Great pancake by the way.
Bobby and Norman laugh even louder, The Rock looks at them puzzled. Suddenly there is a knock at the front door.
Norman: I'll get it!
Norman answers the door to find Roadkill standing on the doorstep.
Roadkill: Hey, can The Rock come out to play today?
Norman: Wait there Roadkill, I'll go see if he has finished his breakfast. [walks back into the kitchen]
The Rock: Who is it?
Norman: Its that Amish Chicken Plucker guy from down the street, he wants to know if your coming out to play.
The Rock: [excitedly] Ooh, ooh! [quickly swallows the last piece of his pancake then runs to the front door]
Roadkill: Hello The Rock, comin' outside?
The Rock: Yeah yeah! What shall we do?
Norman: [shouting] Make sure your back before 7pm, you've got a pay-per- view tomorrow.
The Rock: Awww . . . okay. . .
The Rock and Roadkill walk down the street together.
The Rock: So?
Roadkill: What?
The Rock: What are we going to do then?
Roadkill: Well I was thinking. . . have you ever played Knock and Run?
The Rock: No what's that?
Roadkill: Well you have to knock on someone's front door then run away before they answer.
The Rock: Tee hee! That sounds fun! Who shall we do it to?
Roadkill: Well how about this house [points to a small run down looking house with blue paint peeling off the front door]
The Rock: Oh no! That's the Berzerkers place, haven't you heard the stories about that place? Everyone says he's crazy and lives alone with a bunch of cats.
Roadkill: Exactly, that's what'll make it so much fun.
The Rock: Hmmm. . . well okay. . . if you say so.
Roadkill: Yeah! that's the spirit, off you go then!
The Rock: What?
Roadkill: Go and knock on his door.
The Rock: On my own?!?
Roadkill: Yeah, what are you? Chicken?
The Rock: No, its just uh. . . I've never played this game before, maybe you should do it first to show me how its done.
Roadkill: [sighs] Okay, I tell you what, lets BOTH knock on the door together.
The Rock: Okay, lets go.
Slowly The Rock and Roadkill creep up the path, stepping over overgrown weeds up to The Berzerkers front door.
Roadkill: Okay then, you knock the door.
The Rock: Me? Why can't you do it?
Roadkill: Look, just stop whining The Rock and get on with it.
The Rock: [gulps] Okay
Slowly the Rock raises his hand to the front door, about to knock on it, his hand it trembling. He pauses.
Roadkill: [whispering] Come on! What are you waiting for???
The Rock: I'm scared Roadkill!
Suddenly the door swings open, The Rock is stood there frozen to the spot with his hand still poised ready to knock the door. The Berzerker storms out, he looks like he has just woken up and his Viking Helmet is on crooked.
Berzerker: {shouting] What are you kids doing here!?!?
The Rock and Roadkill look at each other and scream, then they turn and run as fast as they can down the path. The Berzerker chases after them but stops at his front gate and watches them run down the street.
Berzerker: [shouting] I know who you are The Rock and Roadkill!!! Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan will hear about this, mark my words!
The Rock and Roadkill stop at the bottom of the street completely out of breath.
The Rock: [gasping] Oh my god! Did you see that guy? He looked crazy!
Roadkill: I know, see? I told you Knock and Run was fun didn't I?
The Rock: Yeah I suppose so, but lets not play it anymore I'm tired now.
Roadkill: Okay, but can you stop breathing on me like that? You breath stinks like dogfood or something.
The Rock: Huh? Okay. . . anyway I need a drink, lets go back to my house to get some pop.
The Rock and Roadkill walk back The Rock's place and go through the back door into the kitchen. They get two bottles of coke from the fridge and sit at the table to drink them.
Bobby: [shouting from the next room] The Rock? Is that you?
There was a strange tone to his voice.
The Rock: Uhhhh, yeah its me and Roadkill we came back for a drink.
Bobby: Oh right. Can you two boys step in here for a minute please?
His voice was stern.
The Rock and Roadkill walk into the living room looking worried. Bobby and Norman are both stood there. They look concerned.
Bobby: Boys, we've just had a call off old man Berzerker from down the street. He said that you two have been harassing him. Is this true?
The Rock: [looking at his feet, shuffling them uncomfortably] Yes. . . . . . its true
Bobby: The Rock! I'm shocked at you! Didn't I tell you not to bother old man Berzerker?
The Rock: Yes sir. . .
Norman: Well? What have you boys got to say about this?
The Rock and Roadkill: We're sorry!
Norman: Its not us you've got to apologize to, its old man Berzerker.
The Rock: What?! No way! I'm not going back there! He's crazy!
Bobby: I've told you before, Berzerker is NOT crazy, he's just lonely. Now go round there and apologize, both of you!
Reluctantly Roadkill and The Rock walk over the old man Berzerker's place and knock on the front door. Soon after Berzerker answers the door and eyes them both suspiciously.
Berzerker: What do you want now?
The Rock: Mr. Berzerker sir, we came to apologize. We're sorry we bothered you earlier, me and Roadkill thought it would be funny to play Knock and Run on your house. We didn't mean any harm.
Berzerker: I think you two had better come in.
The Rock and Roadkill look at each other worriedly before following Berzerker into his house. He closes the door behind them and all three of them stand in his dimly lit hallway.
Berzerker: You guys think I'm crazy don't you?
Roadkill: N-n-no sir.
Berzerker: You don't have to pretend, EVERYONE thinks I'm crazy, I've heard what they say. They say I live on my own with a bunch of cats and I'm not right in the head. Well do you see and cats around here?
Roadkill: No sir.
Berzerker: Come with me, let me show you something.
He leads them into his living room.
Berzerker: Sit down boys.
They both sit down.
The Rock: Wow! Is that a Playstation 2?
Roadkill: Hey, and you have a Gamecube too!
Berzerker: That's right, and I've got an X-Box aswell, look!
The Rock: So that's why you never go outside!
Berzerker: Yeah, I guess I just like my video games a bit too much, but that doesn't make me crazy does it?
The Rock: No not at all!
Berzerker: So, who's for a game of Time Splitters?
The Rock: Me!
Roadkill: Me me!
And so, The Rock, Roadkill and Berzerker play video games until 7pm when The Rock had to go home and go to bed. After the Rock had gone Berzerker and Roadkill talked about The Rocks stinking dogfood breath.
The moral of the story is that you shouldn't judge a wrestler by his gimmick.
Oh and, don't take this fic too seriously, the wrestlers aren't in character because wrestlers generally DON'T stay in character when they go home (except for the Ultimate Warrior who will appear in another chapter).
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Bobby and Norman are cooking pancakes for breakfast in the kitchen, The Rock is in the bathroom brushing his teeth.
Bobby: Oh great, I dropped a pancake and it landed in the dogs bowl.
Norman: I know, give it to The Rock, he'll never know. [laughs]
Bobby: [Picks up the pancake and wipes off some of the bigger chunks of dogfood] Hahaha, good idea.
The Rock: [Enters the room and sits down at the breakfast table] Mornin' guys.
Bobby: Morning The Rock, here's your breakfast [hands him a plate with the pancake on]
The Rock: Mmmm, pancakes [starts to eat the pancake]
Bobby and Norman both look at each other and start laughing uncontrollably.
The Rock: What's up with you guys? What's so funny? Great pancake by the way.
Bobby and Norman laugh even louder, The Rock looks at them puzzled. Suddenly there is a knock at the front door.
Norman: I'll get it!
Norman answers the door to find Roadkill standing on the doorstep.
Roadkill: Hey, can The Rock come out to play today?
Norman: Wait there Roadkill, I'll go see if he has finished his breakfast. [walks back into the kitchen]
The Rock: Who is it?
Norman: Its that Amish Chicken Plucker guy from down the street, he wants to know if your coming out to play.
The Rock: [excitedly] Ooh, ooh! [quickly swallows the last piece of his pancake then runs to the front door]
Roadkill: Hello The Rock, comin' outside?
The Rock: Yeah yeah! What shall we do?
Norman: [shouting] Make sure your back before 7pm, you've got a pay-per- view tomorrow.
The Rock: Awww . . . okay. . .
The Rock and Roadkill walk down the street together.
The Rock: So?
Roadkill: What?
The Rock: What are we going to do then?
Roadkill: Well I was thinking. . . have you ever played Knock and Run?
The Rock: No what's that?
Roadkill: Well you have to knock on someone's front door then run away before they answer.
The Rock: Tee hee! That sounds fun! Who shall we do it to?
Roadkill: Well how about this house [points to a small run down looking house with blue paint peeling off the front door]
The Rock: Oh no! That's the Berzerkers place, haven't you heard the stories about that place? Everyone says he's crazy and lives alone with a bunch of cats.
Roadkill: Exactly, that's what'll make it so much fun.
The Rock: Hmmm. . . well okay. . . if you say so.
Roadkill: Yeah! that's the spirit, off you go then!
The Rock: What?
Roadkill: Go and knock on his door.
The Rock: On my own?!?
Roadkill: Yeah, what are you? Chicken?
The Rock: No, its just uh. . . I've never played this game before, maybe you should do it first to show me how its done.
Roadkill: [sighs] Okay, I tell you what, lets BOTH knock on the door together.
The Rock: Okay, lets go.
Slowly The Rock and Roadkill creep up the path, stepping over overgrown weeds up to The Berzerkers front door.
Roadkill: Okay then, you knock the door.
The Rock: Me? Why can't you do it?
Roadkill: Look, just stop whining The Rock and get on with it.
The Rock: [gulps] Okay
Slowly the Rock raises his hand to the front door, about to knock on it, his hand it trembling. He pauses.
Roadkill: [whispering] Come on! What are you waiting for???
The Rock: I'm scared Roadkill!
Suddenly the door swings open, The Rock is stood there frozen to the spot with his hand still poised ready to knock the door. The Berzerker storms out, he looks like he has just woken up and his Viking Helmet is on crooked.
Berzerker: {shouting] What are you kids doing here!?!?
The Rock and Roadkill look at each other and scream, then they turn and run as fast as they can down the path. The Berzerker chases after them but stops at his front gate and watches them run down the street.
Berzerker: [shouting] I know who you are The Rock and Roadkill!!! Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan will hear about this, mark my words!
The Rock and Roadkill stop at the bottom of the street completely out of breath.
The Rock: [gasping] Oh my god! Did you see that guy? He looked crazy!
Roadkill: I know, see? I told you Knock and Run was fun didn't I?
The Rock: Yeah I suppose so, but lets not play it anymore I'm tired now.
Roadkill: Okay, but can you stop breathing on me like that? You breath stinks like dogfood or something.
The Rock: Huh? Okay. . . anyway I need a drink, lets go back to my house to get some pop.
The Rock and Roadkill walk back The Rock's place and go through the back door into the kitchen. They get two bottles of coke from the fridge and sit at the table to drink them.
Bobby: [shouting from the next room] The Rock? Is that you?
There was a strange tone to his voice.
The Rock: Uhhhh, yeah its me and Roadkill we came back for a drink.
Bobby: Oh right. Can you two boys step in here for a minute please?
His voice was stern.
The Rock and Roadkill walk into the living room looking worried. Bobby and Norman are both stood there. They look concerned.
Bobby: Boys, we've just had a call off old man Berzerker from down the street. He said that you two have been harassing him. Is this true?
The Rock: [looking at his feet, shuffling them uncomfortably] Yes. . . . . . its true
Bobby: The Rock! I'm shocked at you! Didn't I tell you not to bother old man Berzerker?
The Rock: Yes sir. . .
Norman: Well? What have you boys got to say about this?
The Rock and Roadkill: We're sorry!
Norman: Its not us you've got to apologize to, its old man Berzerker.
The Rock: What?! No way! I'm not going back there! He's crazy!
Bobby: I've told you before, Berzerker is NOT crazy, he's just lonely. Now go round there and apologize, both of you!
Reluctantly Roadkill and The Rock walk over the old man Berzerker's place and knock on the front door. Soon after Berzerker answers the door and eyes them both suspiciously.
Berzerker: What do you want now?
The Rock: Mr. Berzerker sir, we came to apologize. We're sorry we bothered you earlier, me and Roadkill thought it would be funny to play Knock and Run on your house. We didn't mean any harm.
Berzerker: I think you two had better come in.
The Rock and Roadkill look at each other worriedly before following Berzerker into his house. He closes the door behind them and all three of them stand in his dimly lit hallway.
Berzerker: You guys think I'm crazy don't you?
Roadkill: N-n-no sir.
Berzerker: You don't have to pretend, EVERYONE thinks I'm crazy, I've heard what they say. They say I live on my own with a bunch of cats and I'm not right in the head. Well do you see and cats around here?
Roadkill: No sir.
Berzerker: Come with me, let me show you something.
He leads them into his living room.
Berzerker: Sit down boys.
They both sit down.
The Rock: Wow! Is that a Playstation 2?
Roadkill: Hey, and you have a Gamecube too!
Berzerker: That's right, and I've got an X-Box aswell, look!
The Rock: So that's why you never go outside!
Berzerker: Yeah, I guess I just like my video games a bit too much, but that doesn't make me crazy does it?
The Rock: No not at all!
Berzerker: So, who's for a game of Time Splitters?
The Rock: Me!
Roadkill: Me me!
And so, The Rock, Roadkill and Berzerker play video games until 7pm when The Rock had to go home and go to bed. After the Rock had gone Berzerker and Roadkill talked about The Rocks stinking dogfood breath.
The moral of the story is that you shouldn't judge a wrestler by his gimmick.