Finally!! Well, here it is. The comeback of Little Angel 19. ::sigh:: It
took long enough for my computer to not crash on me each time I tried to
upload something. (let's hope it stays that way…) Well, here's a new fic
from my part. I hope you like it, and all reviews are *very* appreciated!
^_^V Enjoy!
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"Rock, take care of that-"
"Would you shut up, man!? Shit, this damn pain in my elbow is enough, I don't need you to come telling me what to do, and what not to do…" The Rock looked at his bandaged elbow and then looked down at the floor, sighing. "I'm sorry, man. You're just trying to give me some advice and here I am feeling too sorry for myself to even listen…"
His friend, a crew member that he had known since he had come in the business, smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, I understand. You gonna be ok?"
Rock nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. If not, the next two weeks I have to take off is going to make me be ok…"
As his friend left he just sat down on one of the benches from the locker room. His elbow was hurting like hell, but he tried to block it out. He couldn't believe a dumb ass mistake from a jackass had caused a bone in his elbow to set out of place, or something like that. He had been too busy thinking what he was going to do to that son of a bitch to even listen to what the EMT was saying, but the words "You won't be able to compete in a while" were the only things that stayed and burned in his mind.
Rock sighed and looked up, looking around. "How could this happen to me again…? For two weeks, I'm going to be taken away from action… Two damn weeks… And all because of…" Anger started to build up in him again and he stood up, looking at his elbow frowning at it. He was tired of bandages. He was tired of not being able to fight for some reason or another. It always gave Vince a reason to not put him in the main matches, just like always. Furiously, he started unbandaging his arm and threw the bandages across the room with his not-hurting arm. He wasn't going to take it anymore. No more nice guy... No more of that.... No more useless matches… Hell, he was The Rock! The Most Electrifying Man in sports entertainment! He knew it, and the rest of the world knew it. They were too damn jealous to even admit it to themselves, let alone say that it was so to the rest. For being one of the best, others wanted to keep him down. Others didn't want The Great One to shine with greatness. They just wanted him to be kept down. Well, no more of that anymore. That was gone and never coming back. There was a reason why The Rock was how he was; fearless and damn sure of himself. Why he was confident and never needed anyone on his side, besides from all the betrayals that he had gone through. He never needed anyone by his side, and the rest showed him why time after time; turning on people can happen in a heartbeat, without a second thought about anything or anyone.
Furious again, Rock flung his locker room door open and started in the search of that son of a bitch. No more… He hadn't even taken the time to put a shirt over his bare upper body or change from the sport shorts he had put on after the EMT's had left. Rock's face was read with anger, and his lips formed a thin line while his right hand formed a tight fist.
"Jericho!" Rock yelled, opening doors through the hallway. "Show your punk ass right out here, you fucking moron. What, too scared to face The Rock!?"
Jericho came out with his cell phone in hand. "What the hell do you want, 'The Rock'? You came to thank me for-"
Before Chris could continue, Rock pushed his way through his locker room and threw him on the lockers; back first. "You think that what you did was the greatest thing in the world, huh? You think you got rid of The Rock with what you did to my elbow!?" Rock's eyes were filled with rage and Jericho saw that as Rock kneeled next to where Jericho was laying. "You just managed to open my eyes, Jericho. You're just a waste of time, and you don't even deserve those titles you have around your waist or me losing my time with a match day after day. I can beat you in a heartbeat, and I will soon enough. You want to talk about what you deserve? You deserve a whooping from here until The Rock gets tired of it, and you know when that'll be…?" Rock sneered as he lifted Jericho from his shirt. "Never, because I've been keeping it in me damn too long to stop myself."
"Rock… Rock come on. That shot to your elbow was just an accident! I never- "
The Rock looked at him in disgust. "If you do something at least have the damn guts to admit it, you punk ass bitch. You want to get rid of me so you can have a clean shot at being the number one in the WWF. You want me crippled, so you can show off just how much power and strength you have here, well, guess what? That's not going to happen any time soon. Whatever you throw at me, whatever that is, it's never going to stop me from whooping your ass just the way you deserve it."
Some referees came in running and separated Rock from Chris, as some other referees checked on Chris' condition.
"Get away from me! That son of a-"
"Rock! What the hell is going on here?!" Vince was just walking in, seeing the whole scene.
"You want to know what's going on, Vince?" Jericho said, standing with the help of some lockers. "That maniac just came barging in and went nuts! *That's* what happened!"
Vince turned to Rock with a glare, which Rock responded with a glare of his own. "I don't care what you do Vince. Suspend me, put me in those dumb ass matches you keep thinking about. I don't care, but whatever you do, you can be damn sure that The Rock is going to come back with full revenge in mind. You can't stop this Vince. You've let it go on for far too long. Keep your golden boy. Your 'undisputed champion'. When *I* come back, you'll see just what I'm going to have in mind. We'll see who the *real* champion will be…"
With that said, Rock glared at them, full aware of the consequences of his actions and went to get his stuff. Vince went over to Jericho, and Jericho turned to look at Vince after seeing The Rock leave. "What are you going to do? Suspend him?"
Vince shook his head, with a smirk. "Naw, not right now. He has to miss two weeks anyway because of that great move you did."
Angle, who had been standing next to one of the referees spoke up, letting his presence be known. "What about when he comes back…?"
Vince took a deep breath, not knowing what to answer to his two 'boys'. "I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see…"
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~Little Angel 19 (blueangel879@yahoo.com)
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"Rock, take care of that-"
"Would you shut up, man!? Shit, this damn pain in my elbow is enough, I don't need you to come telling me what to do, and what not to do…" The Rock looked at his bandaged elbow and then looked down at the floor, sighing. "I'm sorry, man. You're just trying to give me some advice and here I am feeling too sorry for myself to even listen…"
His friend, a crew member that he had known since he had come in the business, smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, I understand. You gonna be ok?"
Rock nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. If not, the next two weeks I have to take off is going to make me be ok…"
As his friend left he just sat down on one of the benches from the locker room. His elbow was hurting like hell, but he tried to block it out. He couldn't believe a dumb ass mistake from a jackass had caused a bone in his elbow to set out of place, or something like that. He had been too busy thinking what he was going to do to that son of a bitch to even listen to what the EMT was saying, but the words "You won't be able to compete in a while" were the only things that stayed and burned in his mind.
Rock sighed and looked up, looking around. "How could this happen to me again…? For two weeks, I'm going to be taken away from action… Two damn weeks… And all because of…" Anger started to build up in him again and he stood up, looking at his elbow frowning at it. He was tired of bandages. He was tired of not being able to fight for some reason or another. It always gave Vince a reason to not put him in the main matches, just like always. Furiously, he started unbandaging his arm and threw the bandages across the room with his not-hurting arm. He wasn't going to take it anymore. No more nice guy... No more of that.... No more useless matches… Hell, he was The Rock! The Most Electrifying Man in sports entertainment! He knew it, and the rest of the world knew it. They were too damn jealous to even admit it to themselves, let alone say that it was so to the rest. For being one of the best, others wanted to keep him down. Others didn't want The Great One to shine with greatness. They just wanted him to be kept down. Well, no more of that anymore. That was gone and never coming back. There was a reason why The Rock was how he was; fearless and damn sure of himself. Why he was confident and never needed anyone on his side, besides from all the betrayals that he had gone through. He never needed anyone by his side, and the rest showed him why time after time; turning on people can happen in a heartbeat, without a second thought about anything or anyone.
Furious again, Rock flung his locker room door open and started in the search of that son of a bitch. No more… He hadn't even taken the time to put a shirt over his bare upper body or change from the sport shorts he had put on after the EMT's had left. Rock's face was read with anger, and his lips formed a thin line while his right hand formed a tight fist.
"Jericho!" Rock yelled, opening doors through the hallway. "Show your punk ass right out here, you fucking moron. What, too scared to face The Rock!?"
Jericho came out with his cell phone in hand. "What the hell do you want, 'The Rock'? You came to thank me for-"
Before Chris could continue, Rock pushed his way through his locker room and threw him on the lockers; back first. "You think that what you did was the greatest thing in the world, huh? You think you got rid of The Rock with what you did to my elbow!?" Rock's eyes were filled with rage and Jericho saw that as Rock kneeled next to where Jericho was laying. "You just managed to open my eyes, Jericho. You're just a waste of time, and you don't even deserve those titles you have around your waist or me losing my time with a match day after day. I can beat you in a heartbeat, and I will soon enough. You want to talk about what you deserve? You deserve a whooping from here until The Rock gets tired of it, and you know when that'll be…?" Rock sneered as he lifted Jericho from his shirt. "Never, because I've been keeping it in me damn too long to stop myself."
"Rock… Rock come on. That shot to your elbow was just an accident! I never- "
The Rock looked at him in disgust. "If you do something at least have the damn guts to admit it, you punk ass bitch. You want to get rid of me so you can have a clean shot at being the number one in the WWF. You want me crippled, so you can show off just how much power and strength you have here, well, guess what? That's not going to happen any time soon. Whatever you throw at me, whatever that is, it's never going to stop me from whooping your ass just the way you deserve it."
Some referees came in running and separated Rock from Chris, as some other referees checked on Chris' condition.
"Get away from me! That son of a-"
"Rock! What the hell is going on here?!" Vince was just walking in, seeing the whole scene.
"You want to know what's going on, Vince?" Jericho said, standing with the help of some lockers. "That maniac just came barging in and went nuts! *That's* what happened!"
Vince turned to Rock with a glare, which Rock responded with a glare of his own. "I don't care what you do Vince. Suspend me, put me in those dumb ass matches you keep thinking about. I don't care, but whatever you do, you can be damn sure that The Rock is going to come back with full revenge in mind. You can't stop this Vince. You've let it go on for far too long. Keep your golden boy. Your 'undisputed champion'. When *I* come back, you'll see just what I'm going to have in mind. We'll see who the *real* champion will be…"
With that said, Rock glared at them, full aware of the consequences of his actions and went to get his stuff. Vince went over to Jericho, and Jericho turned to look at Vince after seeing The Rock leave. "What are you going to do? Suspend him?"
Vince shook his head, with a smirk. "Naw, not right now. He has to miss two weeks anyway because of that great move you did."
Angle, who had been standing next to one of the referees spoke up, letting his presence be known. "What about when he comes back…?"
Vince took a deep breath, not knowing what to answer to his two 'boys'. "I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see…"
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Like it? Next chapter will be up soon! ^_^
~Little Angel 19 (blueangel879@yahoo.com)