T Bond's Adventure In Cameron, North Carolina
By XtremeHardyzGrl231
©2001XtremeHardyzGrl1231
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Disclaimer: I do not own Team Xtreme or anyone from the WWF or WCW. I do not own Liger…Jeff Hardy owns Liger. I do not own T Bond or Tiny…T Bond owns Tiny. Reading what I just wrote, it sounds like I don't own anything…and for the most part that's true. I'm only in possession of overactive imagination and computer. This story is not intended to offend anyone (or any animal), so please don't sue me. This story is a tribute to one of the funniest fan fic writers ever T Bond, and my favorite wrestler Jeff Hardy.
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Chapter One: Part 1 of 3
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Early One Morning in Burnt Islands, Newfoundland, Canada…
A small "rat looking dog" (Hey, T Bonds words, not mine!) by the name of Tiny looked fondly at his master's sleeping form on the bed. He jumped on the bed onto T Bond and licked his master in consciousness. T Bond groaned and sat up.
"Gross!" T Bond wiped the dog drool off his face. He got out the bed and headed to the bathroom.
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20 Minutes Later…
T Bond turned around to look over his room with his hand on the doorknob, making sure he wasn't forgetting anything. Suddenly the door swung open, yanking T Bond forward. He reached out blindly to steady himself. His mouth dropped open as he saw the "Welcome To Cameron" sign in front of him.
"What the hell?!?", he turned around quickly and saw that his bedroom door was still partially open. He took a step to go back though it, but it slammed in his face. T Bond jumped back in shock as a big sign that said "Access Denied" was slapped on it by an invisible hand.
An evil laugh echoed around him and he swung around wildly to find the source.
"Sorry…hey, at lease I was nice enough to let you shower first." A girl's voice rang out and was accompanied by laughter.
"What the hell?!" T Bond thought he had gone crazy…the voice had come from inside his head!
"Hey now, there's no need for that type of language!"
"Who are you? What do you want?" A large bubble with a girl's face on it appeared above his head.
"Oh come on, there's no reason to freak out, after all, it's all in the name of fun!" The face in the bubble was strangely familiar and right now, it was grinning down at him.
"Who are you?" T Bond asked for the second time. He had seen that face before, but he couldn't figure out where.
"You who I am." The girl's grin grew wider as she continued to stare down at him.
"You wrote that Chef Jeff story didn't you? What's going on here?"
"Yup that's me! I'm Len, otherwise known as XtremeHardyzGrl1231. And since you like my Jeff story so much, I decided that you'd be my next victim, uh I mean, star."
"WHAT???"
"Come on, it'll be fun! Besides, you told me you wanted some adventure right? Well, here it is!"
"No!"
"Too late…the story has already started!" She laughed.
"But I'm a writer!"
"Well, so am I." Len grinned down on him wickedly.
"You little brat!" With that, T Bond hurled a rock at the bubble. He was extremely satisfied at the loud pop the bubble made as it burst.
"Hey! Fine, be that way! Take this!" Suddenly a huge fly swatter came down on his head. T Bond yelped and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The fly swatter whacked him repeatedly as it chased him. T Bond tripped and fell flat on his face. The fly swatter gave him another whack just for good measure. T Bond rolled over on his back and threw his hands up in surrender. Another bubble with Len's face appeared above him.
"I'm in charge, and don't you forget it! Understand?"
"Fine…" T Bond muttered a few choice words under his breath.
"That's better. Now get up and let's get started!" T Bond brushed himself off and glared at Len. In turn, she smiled sweetly…but that didn't fool him. He knew he was going to be in for a long day.
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To Be Continued…
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That's the first part that I have so far. Read and Review...don't make me get the fly swatter!
By XtremeHardyzGrl231
©2001XtremeHardyzGrl1231
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Disclaimer: I do not own Team Xtreme or anyone from the WWF or WCW. I do not own Liger…Jeff Hardy owns Liger. I do not own T Bond or Tiny…T Bond owns Tiny. Reading what I just wrote, it sounds like I don't own anything…and for the most part that's true. I'm only in possession of overactive imagination and computer. This story is not intended to offend anyone (or any animal), so please don't sue me. This story is a tribute to one of the funniest fan fic writers ever T Bond, and my favorite wrestler Jeff Hardy.
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Chapter One: Part 1 of 3
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Early One Morning in Burnt Islands, Newfoundland, Canada…
A small "rat looking dog" (Hey, T Bonds words, not mine!) by the name of Tiny looked fondly at his master's sleeping form on the bed. He jumped on the bed onto T Bond and licked his master in consciousness. T Bond groaned and sat up.
"Gross!" T Bond wiped the dog drool off his face. He got out the bed and headed to the bathroom.
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20 Minutes Later…
T Bond turned around to look over his room with his hand on the doorknob, making sure he wasn't forgetting anything. Suddenly the door swung open, yanking T Bond forward. He reached out blindly to steady himself. His mouth dropped open as he saw the "Welcome To Cameron" sign in front of him.
"What the hell?!?", he turned around quickly and saw that his bedroom door was still partially open. He took a step to go back though it, but it slammed in his face. T Bond jumped back in shock as a big sign that said "Access Denied" was slapped on it by an invisible hand.
An evil laugh echoed around him and he swung around wildly to find the source.
"Sorry…hey, at lease I was nice enough to let you shower first." A girl's voice rang out and was accompanied by laughter.
"What the hell?!" T Bond thought he had gone crazy…the voice had come from inside his head!
"Hey now, there's no need for that type of language!"
"Who are you? What do you want?" A large bubble with a girl's face on it appeared above his head.
"Oh come on, there's no reason to freak out, after all, it's all in the name of fun!" The face in the bubble was strangely familiar and right now, it was grinning down at him.
"Who are you?" T Bond asked for the second time. He had seen that face before, but he couldn't figure out where.
"You who I am." The girl's grin grew wider as she continued to stare down at him.
"You wrote that Chef Jeff story didn't you? What's going on here?"
"Yup that's me! I'm Len, otherwise known as XtremeHardyzGrl1231. And since you like my Jeff story so much, I decided that you'd be my next victim, uh I mean, star."
"WHAT???"
"Come on, it'll be fun! Besides, you told me you wanted some adventure right? Well, here it is!"
"No!"
"Too late…the story has already started!" She laughed.
"But I'm a writer!"
"Well, so am I." Len grinned down on him wickedly.
"You little brat!" With that, T Bond hurled a rock at the bubble. He was extremely satisfied at the loud pop the bubble made as it burst.
"Hey! Fine, be that way! Take this!" Suddenly a huge fly swatter came down on his head. T Bond yelped and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The fly swatter whacked him repeatedly as it chased him. T Bond tripped and fell flat on his face. The fly swatter gave him another whack just for good measure. T Bond rolled over on his back and threw his hands up in surrender. Another bubble with Len's face appeared above him.
"I'm in charge, and don't you forget it! Understand?"
"Fine…" T Bond muttered a few choice words under his breath.
"That's better. Now get up and let's get started!" T Bond brushed himself off and glared at Len. In turn, she smiled sweetly…but that didn't fool him. He knew he was going to be in for a long day.
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To Be Continued…
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That's the first part that I have so far. Read and Review...don't make me get the fly swatter!
