AN- Thanks for all your reviews and suggestions! I might challenge myself by writing the Hall/Edge match. I like them both, but if I had to choose, Hall would win, of course. Anyway, onto my humorous, but plotless, fic!

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CHRISTIAN- *lounges on the ropes like he did at Royal Rumble........until he hears about what kind of match this is. He falls off the rope.....gracefully, though. Stands up, looking at the author.

CHRISTIAN- WHAT?!? I don't throw tantrums! I DON'T,I DON'T,I DON'T,I DON'T,I DON'T,!!!! *DDP comes out, holding CHRISTIAN by the shoulders.

DDP- Breathe, Christian, Breathe.......

Y2J- *bored, watching a movie on the big screen where the intros are SUPPOSED to be played* RUN, FORREST, RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL- o_O

Y2J- Uh........... *His motto: when all else fails, stick to what you know best......after he looks these words up in the dictionary, of course* I'M THE LIVING LEGEND!!!!!

AUTHOR- *ignoring Y2J's statement....as usual* That's right! A Tantrum Match! Kinda like a street fight...no countouts, tapouts, or disqualifications.

DDP- *whispering to CHRISTIAN; CHRISTIAN nods, smiling. DDP hands CHRISTIAN a box, and points to Y2J. CHRISTIAN walks to Y2J.

AUTHOR, *of course, has turned off Forrest Gump. Hears a request from someone in the back-room. Turns the requested movie on......*

CHUCK AND BILLY- *holding tissues to their eyes* NO, LASSIE, DON'T GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! *they hold each other, tears flowing freely. STONE COLD throws beer on the two.....They take no notice of it.*

CHRISTIAN- *taps Y2J on the shoulder*

Y2J- YOU DARE TAP THE LIVING LEGE--*CHRISTIAN hands him the box, opening it* HEY!!!! A LAPTOP!!!! AWESOME!!! *CHRISTIAN whispers something to Y2J* Forfeit....For the laptop?? *a BRIGHT IDEA pops in his mind..............it quickly diminishes* OKAY!!!!!!!

AUTHOR- Uh.............that's not the kind of match I meant..........Now, the audience that is still with me, and HAVEN'T left the story, they want to see both of you throw a tantrum.....they want to see a match!

Y2J- *runs to THE ROCK, holding his laptop behind his back* HEY!!!! Guess what I got!!!!!!!!!!

ROCK- A brain, Jabroni?

Y2J- NO!! *pauses. There's an insult in there somewhere, he was sure of it. ---- Oh well!* AN AWESOME LAPTOP!! AIN'T IT JUST, LIKE, SO COOOOOL ???

ROCK- No. *shrugs and walks away*

KANE- Need help, you.

Y2J- Huh?

KANE- *rolls his eyes* You need help.

Y2J- Whatever.

AUTHOR- *wonders where this fic is going......* Ummmmmmmmm......okay. I can deal like..

KURT ANGLE- Like a crispin' clean, washin' machine! *proudly smiles to himself. He was getting the hang of this slang stuff*

AUTHOR- Uh......no. Anyway, next match. *pauses* WHAT IS THE NEXT MATCH?!?!?!

KURT ANGLE- ME FOR THE UNDISPUTED CHAM-----

SCOTT HALL- *Comes up and beats KURT ANGLE down*

AUTHOR- Thanks, hun.

SCOTT HALL- No prob.

AUTHOR- Okay, seriously now. I need to quit typing aimlessly. WHO---

STONE COLD- WHAT?!

JIM ROSS- 's Going To Wrestlemania!?!?

AUTHOR- GET YOUR ASS OUTTA THE STORY!!

JIM ROSS- k. *leaves*

AUTHOR- OKAY!!! WHO--don't you interrupt, Stone Cold--EVER OFFERS A MATCH NEXT, WILL HAVE IT!

BILLY- 'Have it'? OHHhhhhhh! I get it!! *CHUCK giggles like a lil school girl and the two high-five each other's hand.....then each other's ass.......*

CHRISTIAN- Uh, hello!! I JUST WON! ME!!!!!!! DON'T IGNORE ME, DAMMIT!

DDP- Calm, CHRISTIAN, calm! Breathe....inhale.......

GOLDUST- *does the inhaley thing* That's my line. I'm the only one that inhales around here!

TRIPLE H- *takes a quick inhale and then hides a dope joint*

DDP- Aren't you supposed to start with a quote, G.D. ?

GOLDUST- Yes, true. But my library of quotes is limited by the AUTHOR's weak intelligence.

KURT ANGLE- Oh, it's true! It's DAMN true!

SCOTT HALL and the nWo- *beat the crap out of KURT....again*

AUTHOR- Thanks again, hun! *kisses him passionately*

SCOTT HALL- *kisses back*

*HULK HOGAN & KEVIN NASH roll their eyes. CHUCK & BILLY wonder if they have kissed like that before. The rest..........just ignore the two*

GOLDUST- *Anyway*, I challenge you, Pika....Uh, I mean....DDP!!!

DDP- You're on!! *thinks about this a moment* What kind of match? *CHRISTIAN leaves.....stealing DDP's European title belt when he does*

GOLDUST- An inahling match, of course!

DDP- o_O Uh........................ooooooooookay. *Wonders EXACTLY what GOLDUST has been inhaling....*

TRIPLE H- *takes a quick whiff of his joint again. Sees his boyfriend, KANE, giving him a weird look* I didn't get it from Goldust, honest! *holds up the Golden joint with the name, GOLDUST, clearly written on it* Uh...........damn it.

GOLDUST- *tries to think of a quote* Flesh is a trap.....and magic sets us free!

INFORMATION DUDE- Actual quote from a great movie called, Lord of Illusions.

CHUCK AND BILLY- Why'd Lassie have to go? *both sob uncontrollably. Booker T steals into the controls and rewinds that part over and over. He counts out the many $10 bills he received to do it*

DDP- My friend, that has nothing to do with this match. Think...Positive. *sits on the mat, cross-legged* Meditate with me...........Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm *meditates*

GOLDUST- STOP!!!!!! Too much Positivity!!!!!! Need....weirdness!!! *Searches desperately for weirdness. CHUCK AND BILLY don't count....everyone knows their gay.* I'M MELTING! MELLLLLLTIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! *all his make-up melts off to reveal a skinny nerd with braces and buck-teeth. He quickly runs out of the fic*

JERRY "KING" LAWLER- Well, we've seen The Power of the Punch from Regal, and now we see the Power of Positivity by DDP!

AUTHOR- *thinks a moment.......hmmmm* KING,

KING- I remember the last time a woman said that. No, wait. She was "screaming" it....

AUTHOR- That's nice. Anyway, I think Stacy Keibler is lonely.....

KING- And she screamed and.....WHAT????

STONE COLD- Don't make kick your ass, WHAT??? CAUSE I SAID SO!!

Y2J- That doesn't even make sense, SC.....

KING- YOU SAID STACY WAS WHAT????? LONELY!!!!!...BYE!! *goes to the back room*

DDP- *watches KING run* Wow, he can sure run fast. Must be for something very positive......

SCOTT HALL- Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. *rolls his sexy brown eyes*

KEVIN NASH- Are they brown?

INFORMATIVE DUDE- They are now. AUTHOR can't see his eyes too well on her pics.......

HULK HOGAN- I'M the leader of the nWo.....so how come SCOTT gets so much on here?

KEVIN NASH- Because he's young and sexy *pauses* according to the AUTHOR, I mean. And you're old and not so sexy.........according to the AUTHOR, of course.

HULK HOGAN- *gives him a weeeeeeeiiiiird look* I'M STILL HOT! *stretches into what he perceives to be a sexy pose* AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I BROKE MY HIP!!!!!!

KEVIN NASH- Like I---uh, I mean, the *AUHTOR*----said, you're not so young and sexy anymore.

EDGE- *walking around, passing out free bottles of his Shampoo*

SCOTT HALL- Loser. *adjusts his perfect hair* He can't even compete with my hair.

INFORMATIVE DUDE- *wonders why he isn't getting paid for this....* A match between Edge and Scott Hall was an idea from one of the reviewers.....

Y2J- Ass Clown, I'll give you $50 to leave this fic for good.

INFORMATIVE DUDE- Let me see the money.....

Y2J- *hands him the money* Now, leave.......

INFORMATIVE DUDE- Why would I want to? I've made $1,000 from a lot of wrestlers to leave. They all fall for the same trick.......

Y2J- What trick?

INFORMATIVE DUDE- My point exactly.........

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AN- Well, that's enough for the second chapter. Let me know what you think, as usual! And to answer your question of why I make fun of HHH: BECAUSE HE'S A LOSER!!! As for his "hotness", Scott Hall can kick his ass any day..................wait. IDEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *evil laughter* Serious HHH bashing next time......

If there's any particular wrestler you'd like to see, lemme know.