Disclaimer: Anything that appears to be familiar is not mine. I own nothing, unfortunately.
Meet our first bachelor!
The sky was clear and the sun was up, blazing through the air. It was going to be another hot day, according to the bachelor laying on his couch.
He had always loved adventure, even as a small child. And as he matured he began to actually become addicted it. Then he learned to skateboard. Skateboarding was one of his greatest activities now. As a teen, he was excited by the sheer thrill of landing those moves.
Until he broke his leg. Then he realized that skateboarding was not an all time career. He spent the rest of that year developing his artistic skills, which he also had a flair for. He learned to play the guitar, which fueled his passion for music, wrote poetry, and painted. He had always been a fan of color, as you could tell from his hair.
It was after that year, the colorful young man discovered his new passions, art and music. He decided at the mature age of sixteen, that he would become a musician or an artist. Either way, he knew for sure that he would not attend college.
But reality kicked in, and he realized that the chance of making it big was close to impossible. He decided that he would go to college, like his older brother, and see how things would turn out.
Due to money issues he and his brother had to get jobs, to pay for books, and bills. They worked together at a music , which was great since they shared an interest in music.
He ran a hand through his long tresses of blue hair and smiled. He had never thought about cutting his long locks, which were shoulder length, just like most of his friends and companions.
At one time in history, he had had his hair short and blonde. Now that he looked back on it, his hair did not look right short and plain, or at least, not in his opinion.
He ran his hand through his hair once more and checked his cellphone. He was late? But he couldn't be, there had to be time left. He stood up abruptly and started grabbing his books and papers from his table, angry at himself for wasting so much time.
As he bolted into his home one of his papers flew out of his hair and went sailing into the sky when the wind suddenly picked up.
He frowned. Lucky him. He'd have to worry about that later, he told himself before closing the door and disappearing into his he was scared of now was getting chewed out by his boss, Eric Bischoff. The man was not pretty when he was angry.
The paper flew through the sky and eventually landed on the ground, which was not too far away from its original location. At the top of the paper, it said the name of its owner:
Jeff Hardy
Meet Bachelor Number Two
Beep! Beep! Beep!
A large hand escaped from under the covers and slammed the alarm clock that was ringing. It was 5:45 am. He raised his head slightly to only realize that he wasn't in his own room. That was not his alarm and this was not his bed. The confused man rolled out of bed and got to his feet. He realized he was naked and that his clothes were scattered all over the floor.
He smirked. This meant only one thing. Last night, he had gotten drunk, hooked up with some chick and ended up here…There was a slight problem though. Where exactly was here?
He turned his head and noticed a womanly figure curled up in the sheets. That would be the lucky 'chick'. He cautiously dressed so as not to wake her, found all his possessions, consisting of his wallet, money, keys, and so forth, and slipped out of the apartment room.
He had thought he had gotten everything until he was in the taxi. Until he realized, he had no underwear on. SHIT!
The man sighed and squirmed a little while mentally scolding himself. How in the blue hell do you forget your own underwear? He paid the driver and got out of the car. Standing now in front of his apartment, he entered with his key.
It was still early he supposed, which was why it was so quiet in the building. Better for me, he thought. He did not need anyone asking questions about him coming in so late.
The first thing he did upon entering was sliding on some fucking underwear. Then after that, he made himself a pot of coffee to start him off.
Today was going to be hectic he already knew.
It was blazing hot today!
He was late for something… class?... No! Work?... No! He could not recall what it was.
Perosnally did not feel like going anywhere anyways.
He had a fucking hangover and was probably was not going to answer his phone calls. He knew was going to puke in the next ten minutes and true to his word, he bolted out of the small bedroom and stumbled into the bathroom, vomiting all the contents he had consumed yesterday.
He returned to his room and collapsed on his bed, laying on his left side. Up against the left wall of his room, was a set of drums and a pair of drumsticks. They were personally engrave and it read in bold letters:
Jay Reso
Meet our third Bachelor.
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
He increased the pressure on the pedal and ran a red light. The blonde haired man was going 80 miles per hour, on a road where the speed limit was merely 55 miles per hour. The day was already turning out terrible! He was only fully aware of his band mate, sitting beside him had a petrified look on his face. Wussy, he could not help but think.
He nearly ran another red light. He just hoped that he would not get pulled over by a cop. He was already 20 minutes late to their tryout and was sweating like a pig, due to the heat.
So, yeah, he speeding and driving like a madman because he was running late. It wasn't a crime… OK, it actually was, but he'd ignore that if you did.
He hit another tight curve and almost flew off the side of the bridge. Wow, he really needs to remember NOT to do that anymore. He saw the club come into view ahead of him and began to slow down. He immediately saw his friend relax and let out a came to a halt in a handicapped parking space. His partner looked at him as if to say, 'You aren't handicapped!'
"Shut up Adam and get out of the car. If it makes you feel better, I'd be happy to break a limb of yours."
"No thanks, Chris." Adam Copeland replied, also known as Edge by friends.
And there you have it.
Chris Jericho
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