Paradise by the flash drive
Humor story, I just thought it would be funny to write if someone in the WWE was completely clueless as to how to use a computer. I make no claim in saying they do, this is just to be a funny story as to what would happen if they didn't know anything about it, and the brave souls that try to teach the clueless superstar as to how to use it!
Chapter 1- Logging on
"I still say you are wasting your time, what the hell makes you think I need to learn this crap?"
"You will need to learn it, so sit your ass down and turn it on"
A blank expression came from the man sitting; he stared at what was before him and back to his friend. "You… you do know how to turn it on right?"
"You're the one teaching me about computers"
"Oh God, I am going to need backup on this"
"Kane, what the hell man. What's the big deal? I don't use a computer so why does it matter that I learn now!"
"You learn now so I don't have to teach you later Taker! Things are changing, if McMahon e-mails a memo, how the hell are you going to read it? Let alone open it. Vince has assigned me to teach you how to work a computer and by God you are going to learn how damn it!"
Kane was also silently thinking to himself. "How the hell did I get stuck teaching him?"
The screen turned on the computer after Kane explained to the Deadman to push the button on the keyboard. Matt Hardy had left them his laptop for the time being. The screen became bright and made an odd tune. Taker slowly stared to Kane. "It's suppose to sing" Kane told the Deadman. "Ok, let's send an e-mail"
"How? It says press any key to continue and I don't see no damn any key Kane"
With a roll of the eyes, Kane pressed the space bar. "Any key means you press any key on the keyboard Deadman. Ok now click on that E in the corner"
Taker stares at the computer, "What the hell does it do?"
"Brings you to the internet"
"Oh hell now, I ain't going on the net! There are freaks out there!"
Kane began to rub his hands over his face roughly in frustration. "Unless you blab to everyone that you're the Undertaker, you're pretty much safe Deadman. Now get your ass on the Internet!"
Taker sneers as he reluctantly double clicks the E. A large white screen pops up, startling him at first, until the window automatically opened to hotmail?"
"E-mail account, second lesson. We're going to make one for you"
"Nothing obvious"
"Well duh! That's the whole point for us. You don't see Orlando Bloom posting his e-mail address now do you?"
"What the hell does Orlando Bloom have anything to do with the Internet?"
"Just think if a damn name for it already!"
Kane already shook his head, wondering if he got himself in too deep this time with the Deadman