A/N: Another Story starter from Sin. Extremely goofy, if you don't like OOC wrestlers, don't read. Enjoy! This also has to be the shortest thing I have ever written.

"Shake, Shake, Shake. Shake, Shake, Shake. Shake your booty!!!" Glen sang as he danced around his hotel room not realizing that the guys were standing in his doorway watching him until he turned around and paled.

"No please go on. I want to see how this ends." Mark said with a grin.

Before Glen could say anything in his defense, Paul Wight came sliding into the room in only a white button up shirt and socks. A guitar hero controller thankfully shielding his front. He had sunglasses on and started to rock to "Old Time Rock and Roll." Glen palmed his face as everyone in the door way burst out laughing. He didn't think it could get any worse. He was wrong, Jericho came into the room next with another guitar and started to 'duel' with Paul.

All he wanted to do was play his WII, he didn't even invite Chris or Paul over. They just showed up. It was Chris's idea for him to dance around a minute before picking up the controller, said it would help loosen his muscles. And so he didn't feel stupid for dancing to no music, he suggested singing something that would hype him up. It was the last time he was going to listen to Chris Jericho.

"We stopped by to see if you wanted to go out to the bar to unwind. But I see you've already started." Mark said with a chuckle.

The rest of the guys laughed along with Mark as they left the room. Glen's face was still red and he had the feeling that one of them had gotten the entire thing on tape and that it was going to find it's way onto the net. That's all he needed, the entire world seeing him shaking his ass and singing "Shake your booty." With a growl he slammed the door and looked over at Chris and Paul, whom both had idiotic grins on their faces.

"What?" He bit out.

"Are you ready to rock!?!?!" Chris said as he held out another guitar.

"I guess."

"NO. I SAID...ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!?!?!?!?!" He fairly screamed.

"Dear gods, how did I get into this?" Glen grumbled, but he couldn't deny that excitement was seeping back into his system.

Soon he was rocking out with Paul and Chris, none of them knowing that Mark was watching through the open window, recording it all on his phone.