Turbulent Disorder

Disclamer:I own the… um… the….  Airport and Jaimy!!!! YES!!!!

"WHAT THE HELL! You have GOT to be kidding me!"

That is the first thing that Rob Van Dam heard when he rushed through the Airlines automatic doors and knocking over a guard about to stop a person he thought of shop lifting.

"Hey Rob!" shouted Jeff Hardy sitting on a those comfy airport chairs reading a RAW Magazine.

"So you're saying that I missed my flight to Miami and all other to the same place are already overbooked?" Chris Jericho tried to comprehend though not believing it and red in the face

"Yes sir… You know you should really double check these things." The blond haired flight administrator girl said

"Yo Jeff!" Rob cheerfully said as he took a seat next to him "Ummm… why are you here? I thought you were on the flight to Miami

"No! I left my animal sacrific- I mean pets at the hotel. Now I'm stuck here with Jerkicho, my idiot brother Matthew Version None, some dressed up dude, Trish and Molly, a grammar inclined rapper retard, and a person who looked like he was expelled from the military on a count of steroid abuse."

Rob looked around and saw Jericho in line, Triple H yelling into his cell phone, John Cena b-boxing to himself in the seats across from him, Molly and Trish sitting stiffly not talking, Matt on a laptop, and Brock scaring kids out of their candy money

"Ohhhh…"

"But it's not my fault!" Jericho said trying to shift the blame to someone else as he spent the hour he planned to use to get to the airport double gelling his hair, triple pimple creaming his face, and double checking his insults.

"Sorry sir…"

"Whatever! So Jason-"

"That's Jaimy sir…"

"I don't CARE! Is there any connecting flights that I can get there from?"

"No sir… All other flights from this airport are booked full. It is the Christmas holidays."

"AURGGGHHHH!!!!"

Jericho scoffed out and sat next to them with his head in his hands. "Hey Jericho." Squeaked Rob

He got responded with a glare "Weren't you listening you stoner deadbeat retard ASSCLOWN?! We have NO way to get to Miami. Were stuck here!"

"Relax you hot head canuk." Triple H said as he headed towards them with his cell phone "We don't even need to attend the show!"

"Great. That's just Fine and Dandy! But there's one problem… WERE IN FREAKIN' RENO UNDER 11 INCES OF SNOW!!!" Chris Jericho yelled turning a few heads "

"Relax we will just get a car and head to the nearest hotel."

"Wrong! BEEP! There's no way I'm going to get in a smelly old van in -9 degrees conditions." Jericho complained

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"I can't believe I got in a smelly old van in -9 degrees conditions." Jericho whined

"Yo! Yo! It ain't so bad. Relax', foo!"

"Say what? I couldn't understand a word you said! Take some grammar classes, junior!"

"God! Will you all shut up! Matt Hardy can't hear himself think!"

"Who cares about you Hardy Boy?!"

"Why don't ALL of you SHUT UP!" Brock yelled about to eat the candy he bought with the money he extorted

"What are you going to do? Flex your muscles?"

 "Grrrrrr…" Brock growled

"Will you politically incorrect bitches chill out! Our destination is coming up soon!" Rob said while stretching in the van kicking Jeff repeatedly "Whoa! I didn't think I knew those words! That's cool!"

"Read a book stoner!" Brock grumbled out

"Yo! Check dat hotel out! It be ghetto stylin'!"

"What did you say?"

The van slowed to the parking lot where they got out, took out their bags, and entered the hotel. Jeff sighed and thought to himself that this was going to be a nice safe relaxing stay in a winter wonderland known as Reno.

Poor Jeff

Poor Naïve Jeff

Poor Poor Naïve Jeff

Poor Poor POOR Naïve Jeff

MUWHAHAHAHA!

LtR Pls R&R!

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