"Damnit! If I'm locked in this place tonight..."he muttered trailing off. Two month's earlier Chris had fallen asleep after a Smackdown, little did he realize how late he actually slept. An on duty security guard caught him trying to leave. After refusing to believe who Chris was, he took him down to the station. In the end Chris had spent the night behind bar's. That was one night he didn't want to relive. Getting up to retrieve his thing's, he remembered the mental note he had made earlier that day. On an impulse he brought his Video Camera with him. Not quite sure why, since it turned out he didn't even use it. With a small frown he picked up the carrying case and his gym back, then started to the door's. As he reached them he heard a faint tune echoing through the hall's. Curious, he set his bag by the door then, carrying his camera, started towards the music. It became louder as he gotten closer. When he was able to make out the word's, his stomach began to churn.
The Right Stuff The Right Stuff
The first time was a great time
Second time was a blast
The third time I fell in love Now I hope it lasts
I can see it in your walk
Tell it when you talk
See it in everything you do
Even in your thoughts
New Kid's on the Block. Chris shivered at the thought, yet he continued to inch closer and closer to the open door to which the music waved out. The music had shocked him...who was listening to it, and what they were doing down right dumbfounded him.
You got the right stuff, baby
Love the way you turn me on
You got the right stuff, baby
You're the reason why I sing this song
All that I needed was you
Oh girl, you're so right
And all that I wanted was you
You made all my dreams come true
Chorus:
Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh The Right Stuff
Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh The Right Stuff
Vincent K. McMahon danced in the middle of the room, clad in only his boxer's and tee-shirt. He held a microphone in one hand, pretending to sing along with the band. Chris smiled at the sight, remaining in the shadow's he pulled out his video camera and turned it on. He taped Vince as Vince jumped and sang all around the room. Tear's formed in Chris's eye's, he was beginning to wonder how much longer he would be able to contain his laughter.
Your first kiss was a sweet kiss
Second kiss had a twist
Third and your fourth kiss I don't want to miss
I can see it in your walk
Tell it when you talk
See it in everything you do
Even in your thoughts
You got the right stuff, baby
Love the way you turn me on
You got the right stuff, baby
You're the reason why I sing this song
As the song began to wind down, Chris noticed and zoomed in on Vince reaching those high note's and trying to perform the shuffle. His own face was bright red, from laughing silently. Never before in his life had he seen such an awful sight.
All that I needed was you In my life, you're so right And all that I wanted was you You made all - every one of my dreams come true
Chorus (twice) Girl, yeah baby, yeah,
You know you got the right stuff
And girl, yeah baby
You know you know you've got it girl
In my life, you're so right
You made all - you know what you did
As he sung the last verse Vince jumped up, falling into a split.
"That had to hurt." Chris mumbled alittle to loud to which he alarmed Vince of his presence.
"Is someone there?" Vince called out. His own voice uneasy.
Chris simply smiled and turned the camera off, as he slowly slid back to the exit where he left his gym bag, he couldn't help but wonder...
"Would the Fan's be ready for Vince to bust-a-move!"