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WWE: High School Style
It was a peaceful day in the cafeteria at WWE High, until…
Wall shudders, and then shudders again. Suddenly, it crashes down revealing Batista on the other side.
Batista: BATISTA HUNGRY! AAAHHHHH!
He runs to the front of the line, tips up the entire lunch line, and eats it all as it slides into his mouth.
Batista: BATISTA STILL HUNGRY! NEED MORE FOOD! RRRAAAAAHHHH!
Batista runs out of the hole he created, looks left and right, then decides to run through the wall in front of him.
Triple H (HHH): What an idiot.
Ric Flair (Flair): You said it champ! Wooooooooo!
HHH: I'm glad we kicked him out of our group.
Flair: My thoughts exactly H! Wooooooooo!
HHH: Do you have to woo at the end of every sentence?
Flair: Of course Game! Wooooooooo!
HHH: Oh well. I guess I have to deal with it. There's a shortage of good lackeys these days.
Flair: Took the words right out of my mouth! Wooooooooo!
MEANWHILE, ACROSS THE CAFETERIA…
Randy Orton (Orton) is sitting down, trying to enjoy a peaceful meal at a table with two chairs facing each other. Suddenly, the lights go out, and The Undertaker's (Taker) music blares from the PA system. He walks into the room.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER…
Taker finally makes it across the cafeteria to Orton's table. He sits down and begins to take off his hat and coat.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER…
Orton: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN'T YOU MOVE ANY FASTER!
Taker: No. I'm old.
Orton: Then why are you still in High School?
Taker: Rolls his eyes back in his head
Orton: Fine, never mind. What do you want now?
Taker: In a deep booming voice Randy Orton, over the summer, you beat me up by blind-siding me after your father distracted me. Now I will constantly bother you until we have another match, which I will inevitably win, because you are now a heel, and I am the most popular face on the second floor, (1st floor is Raw, 2nd floor is Smackdown) so the writers will force you to lose to me. Insert evil Taker laughter here
Orton: If you're the most popular on the 2nd floor, then why aren't you the High School champ?
Taker: Rolls eyes back in head.
Orton: SEE! THIS IS WHY I HATE TALKING TO YOU!
Orton gets up and leaves
Sorry that chapter was so short, but trust me, they will get longer and funnier. Please review and offer CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. No "This story sucks and should be taken to the woodshed and beaten with a cane pole" reviews. Thanks in advance.
P.S. I'm also looking for plot ideas, so if you got any, e-mail me. Just title it WWE High School. And please don't spam.