AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, this might seem like a kinda stupid story but that's okay. I was bored in Algebra class so that's why I wrote this. Lol. Please read and review!
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"Triple H, my one, my only, my NOSE... Have I got a proposition for you!" Ric Flair said as he burst, a little too energetically for someone as ancient as he, into the lockerroom.
"Really now. What is it?" The Nose said, barely glancing up from his newspaper.
"I figured out what Evolution is missing!"
"Evolution is missing something? Ric, Evolution is EVERYTHING."
"Well, yes, of course my Nose, but not everything."
"It has everything! Haven't you seen Randy's..."
"No, Nose, no! We are missing a woman!"
"Ahh!! Randy's better than a woman!"
"No, wooooooooooo, shut up my Nose! We need something new! You know, you can't....evolve...without a woman!"
"Well fine... Who do you suggest we ask to join out elite, nose-run group?"
Batista walks in and trips over a piece of paper on the floor. "Shit!"
"What? Woooo!!"
"My toe is broken." Batista said.
"Why?" asked HHH.
"Didn't you see me trip?"
"No! I am thinking about the group as a whole, not just you!"
"Fine then!" Batista said then went in the corner and started sobbing.
"Hey, Dave, we might be getting a new member to Evolution. Got any ideas or suggestions?"
"No, I don't care about you anymore!!"
"Aww, Dave, sure you do. Please, do it for the team."
"Why don't you ask RANDY? He's better than me, and bigger..."
"Okay, SHUT UP! Ric, once again, who do you suggest we ask to join our elite group?"
"Umm, you see, my nose, I haven't figured THAT out yet. I thought I would ask yours truly."
"Okat, ask yourself then and tell me what you decide." Trips said exasperately, "And stop smoking the crack!"
"Woooooo! What? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Wooo, wooooooo, wooo woooo!"
"Okay, I've decided."
"Congratulations."
"I think we should invite Victoria!"
"Ack! What! Are you insane?"
"Er....maybe. That's not the point, though.."
"Why would you have Victoria join our elite group?"
"She's really great, I mean...insane like me, a champion like you-u...oops! I mean, Randy, and overall a good competitor. We could probably teach her how to cheat, and whatever else..."
"Ugh....Right, Flair, right. How about Molly Holly?"
"Well...no! She's bald and fat-"
"I am partial to fat women and Molly Holly is not fat so shut up."
"SHUT UP!!" Batista yelled from his corner, "You two sound like two old bitches who can't agree on anything! Just shut up!"
"Maybe you need to leave, Dave. You really just need to calm down."
"No, you don't care aobut me!"
"What! What! You people are breaking the law!" Stone Cold entered the room.
"What! I-"
"Stop taking my f-ing lines, too!"
"Okay, have you seen Randy's..."
"Shut up you sick old bastard!"
"I'm not breaking the law, Steve, so why don't you get out of here?" HHH stated.
"Why don't you make me?"
"Hey, Steve, old buddy, my Nose won't bother you anymore if you just leave right now." Flair said.
"YOUR nose, I think Triple H's nose would bother me before yours..."
Flair stared at him dumbly.
Five minutes later Flair was still staring as Steve dumbly.
"What's wrong with you? Ain't you gunna say anything, anything at all?"
"Triple H is my nose. Triple H is my nose. Triple H is my nose. Triple H is my nose. Triple H is my nose. Triple H is-"
"Argh!! Shut up you silly bastard! How much crack have you been smoking today?"
"Well, I had twelve pancakes."
"Pancakes. You had pancakes. Why do I give a flying fuck about pancakes?!"
"Well, I dunno," he said innocently, "I thought you cared about my welfare..." and he started sobbing.
"What the HELL!" Stone Cold exits the room.
"Heh, that was pretty good, eh, my Nose?"
"Er...sure. Now back to business you retard. Seriously, who should we add to our elite group?"
"Whatcha think about Trish Stratus?"
"Sounds good...why don't you send Randy to ask her, and Dave to chase off Christian?"
"You got it, my Nose! I'll be back soon."
"Oh Flair, tell her to come here and that I just want to talk to her, not WHY I want to talk to her."
Twenty minutes later, Trips is marching back and forth in the room, as no one has returned yet. "He probably got lost," he thought to himself, "I should probably go look for Trish myself.."
So saying...thinking...Trips took off down the hall towards the women's lockerroom.
"Trish! Trish, where are you?!" He yelled around. "Ric, where the FUCK are you?!"
"Hello, my Nose!" Ric said coming out of a closet to his left, and scaring the crap out of him.
"What the fuck! Have you found Trish or what?"
"No, but I lost Randy and Dave already."
"Go figure."
"Firgure what? Figure four? Figure four who? WOOOOOOO!"
"Ugh....just SHUT UP!"
"Okay...okay...WOOOOO!" Flair said through dentured teeth as he walked away.
"Some help he was!" Trips thought to himself, disgusted. He started yelling for Trish again.
"Will you please shut up, you big nose?" Molly Holly yelled out.
"Shut up, baldie, I'm looking for Trish."
"Why, you want a concubine?"
"No, you freak, I want to ask her something."
"Well, she's in the parking lot with Christian. Have fun." She said with a laugh.
"Goody." He thought to himself as he headed for the parking lot. He started yelling for Trish again, once there, and soon a very harried looking Trish appeared.
"What do you want, stupid?" she asked.
"Who you calling stupid, stupid?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Well okay... I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it this time? I'm not going to sleep with YOU." she said looking him over.
"Trish, what are you doing?" Christian asked, walking up to the pair.
"Nothing, Triple H just wanted to talk to me about something."
"Yeah, could you just fuck off for a while, 'peep'?" Trips jumped in.
"Fine. Trish, don't let him take advantage of you!" and he walked away.
"Okay, what the rest of Evolution and myself were thinking was that we need something new, something better...Something like you...to help us dominate the sports entertainment industry. So, whaddaya say?"
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"Triple H, my one, my only, my NOSE... Have I got a proposition for you!" Ric Flair said as he burst, a little too energetically for someone as ancient as he, into the lockerroom.
"Really now. What is it?" The Nose said, barely glancing up from his newspaper.
"I figured out what Evolution is missing!"
"Evolution is missing something? Ric, Evolution is EVERYTHING."
"Well, yes, of course my Nose, but not everything."
"It has everything! Haven't you seen Randy's..."
"No, Nose, no! We are missing a woman!"
"Ahh!! Randy's better than a woman!"
"No, wooooooooooo, shut up my Nose! We need something new! You know, you can't....evolve...without a woman!"
"Well fine... Who do you suggest we ask to join out elite, nose-run group?"
Batista walks in and trips over a piece of paper on the floor. "Shit!"
"What? Woooo!!"
"My toe is broken." Batista said.
"Why?" asked HHH.
"Didn't you see me trip?"
"No! I am thinking about the group as a whole, not just you!"
"Fine then!" Batista said then went in the corner and started sobbing.
"Hey, Dave, we might be getting a new member to Evolution. Got any ideas or suggestions?"
"No, I don't care about you anymore!!"
"Aww, Dave, sure you do. Please, do it for the team."
"Why don't you ask RANDY? He's better than me, and bigger..."
"Okay, SHUT UP! Ric, once again, who do you suggest we ask to join our elite group?"
"Umm, you see, my nose, I haven't figured THAT out yet. I thought I would ask yours truly."
"Okat, ask yourself then and tell me what you decide." Trips said exasperately, "And stop smoking the crack!"
"Woooooo! What? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Wooo, wooooooo, wooo woooo!"
"Okay, I've decided."
"Congratulations."
"I think we should invite Victoria!"
"Ack! What! Are you insane?"
"Er....maybe. That's not the point, though.."
"Why would you have Victoria join our elite group?"
"She's really great, I mean...insane like me, a champion like you-u...oops! I mean, Randy, and overall a good competitor. We could probably teach her how to cheat, and whatever else..."
"Ugh....Right, Flair, right. How about Molly Holly?"
"Well...no! She's bald and fat-"
"I am partial to fat women and Molly Holly is not fat so shut up."
"SHUT UP!!" Batista yelled from his corner, "You two sound like two old bitches who can't agree on anything! Just shut up!"
"Maybe you need to leave, Dave. You really just need to calm down."
"No, you don't care aobut me!"
"What! What! You people are breaking the law!" Stone Cold entered the room.
"What! I-"
"Stop taking my f-ing lines, too!"
"Okay, have you seen Randy's..."
"Shut up you sick old bastard!"
"I'm not breaking the law, Steve, so why don't you get out of here?" HHH stated.
"Why don't you make me?"
"Hey, Steve, old buddy, my Nose won't bother you anymore if you just leave right now." Flair said.
"YOUR nose, I think Triple H's nose would bother me before yours..."
Flair stared at him dumbly.
Five minutes later Flair was still staring as Steve dumbly.
"What's wrong with you? Ain't you gunna say anything, anything at all?"
"Triple H is my nose. Triple H is my nose. Triple H is my nose. Triple H is my nose. Triple H is my nose. Triple H is-"
"Argh!! Shut up you silly bastard! How much crack have you been smoking today?"
"Well, I had twelve pancakes."
"Pancakes. You had pancakes. Why do I give a flying fuck about pancakes?!"
"Well, I dunno," he said innocently, "I thought you cared about my welfare..." and he started sobbing.
"What the HELL!" Stone Cold exits the room.
"Heh, that was pretty good, eh, my Nose?"
"Er...sure. Now back to business you retard. Seriously, who should we add to our elite group?"
"Whatcha think about Trish Stratus?"
"Sounds good...why don't you send Randy to ask her, and Dave to chase off Christian?"
"You got it, my Nose! I'll be back soon."
"Oh Flair, tell her to come here and that I just want to talk to her, not WHY I want to talk to her."
Twenty minutes later, Trips is marching back and forth in the room, as no one has returned yet. "He probably got lost," he thought to himself, "I should probably go look for Trish myself.."
So saying...thinking...Trips took off down the hall towards the women's lockerroom.
"Trish! Trish, where are you?!" He yelled around. "Ric, where the FUCK are you?!"
"Hello, my Nose!" Ric said coming out of a closet to his left, and scaring the crap out of him.
"What the fuck! Have you found Trish or what?"
"No, but I lost Randy and Dave already."
"Go figure."
"Firgure what? Figure four? Figure four who? WOOOOOOO!"
"Ugh....just SHUT UP!"
"Okay...okay...WOOOOO!" Flair said through dentured teeth as he walked away.
"Some help he was!" Trips thought to himself, disgusted. He started yelling for Trish again.
"Will you please shut up, you big nose?" Molly Holly yelled out.
"Shut up, baldie, I'm looking for Trish."
"Why, you want a concubine?"
"No, you freak, I want to ask her something."
"Well, she's in the parking lot with Christian. Have fun." She said with a laugh.
"Goody." He thought to himself as he headed for the parking lot. He started yelling for Trish again, once there, and soon a very harried looking Trish appeared.
"What do you want, stupid?" she asked.
"Who you calling stupid, stupid?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Well okay... I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it this time? I'm not going to sleep with YOU." she said looking him over.
"Trish, what are you doing?" Christian asked, walking up to the pair.
"Nothing, Triple H just wanted to talk to me about something."
"Yeah, could you just fuck off for a while, 'peep'?" Trips jumped in.
"Fine. Trish, don't let him take advantage of you!" and he walked away.
"Okay, what the rest of Evolution and myself were thinking was that we need something new, something better...Something like you...to help us dominate the sports entertainment industry. So, whaddaya say?"