*quick note: I'm making Seaford in California, like 45 minutes or so from San Fransisco...) Plus, I'm making Hell in a Cell that week with the same outcomes and everything...just randomly put in december. It might mess everything up, but sorry!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own WWE (nor do I want to...)
chapter one
(kickin' it - wwe crossover)
"Woah guys!" Milton exclaimed as he raced in the dojo one day, a large grin spreading from ear to ear.
"What?" An irritated Rudy asked, not liking the fact that his red-headed student was late for class.
"WWE Is coming. to. San Fransisco. Next. Week. And I can probably get tickets! If I can afford them..." He cheered and started jumping up and down like a 5-year old girl at Christmas who had just gotten her favorite doll.
"Are you serious?!" Jerry asked, hoping this wasn't some big joke. He didn't know Milton as the prankster, but he was always suspicious. Milton nodded eagerly.
Jack stopped his beating of the dummy for a moment. He seemed to think about something for a moment. "I can get front row seats for all of us. And backstage passes. If you want. It's totally up to you guys." He said nonchalantly, like getting really expensive tickets for 6 people wasn't that hard.
Milton gave him and areyouseriousorareyoujustbei ngfunny look. Jack nodded as if to say I'm-totally-not-kidding. "Oh Christmas Nuts! My dreams are finally coming true! I just feel so excited and la dee da..." He trailed off into his own daydreams muttering inaudible words to himself.
"So Jack, Mr. Rich Pants." Kim started, giving Jack the look that said I-totally-know-somethings-up-you're-not-telling-us. "If you're such a diehard WWE fan, just answer these simple questions right off the top of your head." Jack nodded.
"Favorite wrestler?"
"John Cena"
"Least Favorite?" Kim widened her eyes as the fastness of his pace.
"Dway-I mean the Rock." Kim snorted. One of the biggest rivalries, how come Jack's answers were so generic? Like John Cena, hate the Rock. Like the Rock, hate John Cena. She pushed away her thoughts and continued to the next question.
"Favorite diva?"
"AJ," At this response, Kim rolled her eyes. Of course he liked one of the hottest chicks in the WWE, as messed up as she is, what guy wouldn't?
"Least favorite?"
This time, Jack took a lot longer to respond. "I dunno...probably Layla, no...I dunno. None of them are really bad, at least in my opinion."
Eddie, who had been listening to the conversation, took advantage of the moment of silence. "Jack, my man, how can you hate the Rock? It's impossible. He's my favorite wrestler. And Milton's. And Jerry's. And Rudy's I think. . . "
Jack shrugged awkwardly. "Just...'cause."
"Mhmmm," Eddie said, not believing a single word that came out of Jack's mouth. "I think your favorite and least favorite wrestlers are, in reality, switched. You secretly love the Rock - but you're just too scared to admit it." Jack shook his head. "Oh I think that's the case. Don't try to deny it."
"Can we just stop talking about it?" Jack asked, his voice getting testy.
"Aw, Jack's afraid of getting his true opinions shown to the world..." Milton said, making an exaggerated puppy dog face at Jack.
"You know what, that's it!" Jack exclaimed in anger as he stood out of the dojo.
"Touchy touchy," Milton uttered under his breath as Jack left. Jack glared at him.
If looks could kill, Milton would be dead one thousand times over.
Over the next day or so, the gang saw less and less of Jack. He stopped sitting with them at lunch, and stopped going to practice, and never met their eyes while passing in the halls, and never spoke to them. Not once.
Rudy glanced at his wristwatch for the millionth time in the past minute. "Rudy, Jack's not coming." Kim said. "He hasn't been coming all week, why would he come now?"
As if on cue, Jack strolled in, his karate bag nowhere in sight. "Jack," Milton said as the brunette approached him. Jack dropped the plastic bag he was holding at Milton's feet, then promptly walked out of the dojo, the door's bell giving out a merry little ring. Milton glanced at his feet curiously.
"C'Mon dude, open it!" Jerry cried, his patience disappearing in the ten seconds after Jack left. Milton opened the bag to find lots and lots of paper resting inside. They all had little numbers and letters printed on them.
"Jack came through with our tickets!" Eddie cried happily, plunging his hand into the bag. "There's Smackdown, Raw, Main Event, Saturday Morning Slam, and even Hell in a Cell! Plus there are backstage passes to each of them!"
A chorus of slapping hands filled the dojo as tickets got passed around.
"Jack never does go back on his word," Kim said silently to herself as she looked at her set of tickets. All front row seats. Plus, her name had a little smiley face next to it.
A/N: Sorry if this has bad formatting, I had to type it up in wordpad and Copy N Paste it onto here.
I tried to fix most of the formatting. Sorry (: