I made it to chapter 4, we'll see how much longer I can stay up though before I fall asleep at my computer and wake up with "sdowfiej" imprinted on my forehead from the keyboard. Reviews keep me awake though!
"But why did he do it?" The voice exclaimed from the other end and Anastasia Johnson had to hold the phone away from her ear. "We need to get an official comment."
"Ma'am, listen to me." She started patiently. "The only person who knows why he did it is him and I can't just put you through to him. I'm sorry but you're going to have to call back later." She slammed the phone down forcefully and her brother jumped. "You." She started, pointing at him. "Get your ass out there or release an official statement or something."
"About what?" The Rock asked innocently. "About my movie?"
"No, not about your movie." Anastasia snapped. "About your damn hair and why you cut it. Do you know how many people have told me that you should just join Team Angle because of the baldness?" She asked loudly, getting the attention from said Olympic Gold Medallist, just as he was passing by.
"Who should join my team?" Kurt asked, peering into the room being occupied by the two siblings.
"My ass." The Rock snapped at him, rolling his eyes impatiently. "Kurt, if we wanted you to be in this conversation then we would have paged you saying 'The Rock and his sister requests an audience with the Olympic jackass and his two wish-they-were-bald-just-to-be-like-Kurt clones'."
Anastasia sat back with her hands resting behind her head as she watched the two shoot insults back and forth.
Kurt finally regained himself after being compared to the American Bald Eagle and glared at the Rock. "Well at least I didn't sell out and lose more then half of my fan base in one night."
As soon as he said that she nearly fell out of her chair because she started laughing so hard.
"You're lucky I'm saving my energy for Sunday for my match against Hogan or I would kick your ass right here, right now." The Rock threatened, not leaving his seat.
"I'll be out here if you need me." She managed out between laughs; trying to ignore the evil look her brother was giving her for obviously being on Kurt's side. She slipped out the room just in time to miss the sound of a chair being thrown across the room and then Kurt stomped out. "Is everything okay?" She asked worriedly.
"Besides the fact that your brother is an idiot?" Kurt asked. "Yup, everything is just peachy freakin' keen."
"Anything I can do?" Anastasia asked curiously.
"Can you make a time machine?"
She immediately looked confused. "What would you want to do with a time machine?"
Kurt looked impatient. "If we had one then we'd be able to go back in time and make sure that your brother was never born. Don't you get it?"
"I do get it." She answered slowly. "And then I'd be an only child. But how would we make a time machine?"
They both thought for a minute and Kurt grinned as a thought came to him. "I know where we can get some plans. Follow me to my room." He instructed.
"Not a problem." Anastasia muttered with a smile as she followed behind him into his locker room. She sat down as he told her to and then watched him put in a tape. "What are we watching here Kurt?"
He sat back in the chair proudly as the image came onto the screen.
The main character with the unusually shaped hairdo grinned and stuck his hand in the air. "Brain blast!" He exclaimed, heading off to his lab with the two friends following him.
"Jimmy Neutron?" She asked.
"This kid is a freakin' genius!" Kurt exclaimed happily. "And he has a time machine so if we watch it enough, we should be able understand the basis on which he built it. Trust me." He added when seeing the skeptical look on her face.
"Okay Kurt." She said quietly, propping her feet on the table as the cartoon went on. "I'll trust you this time."
*~*~*
"There has been some weird, messed up shit going on today." The Undertaker muttered to the black-haired tattoo artist the WWE had taken to their liking. He held up his arm for the guy and rested his head back against the cushion as the needle touched down to his skin.
"And things are just about to get weirder." Reed Michaels said under his breath as the queen of the trailer park herself came in, sitting down unceremoniously on one of the chair.
"Hello boys." Nidia said, snapping her gum a couple of times before continuing. "What are you all up to this fine afternoon?"
Reed motioned to the tattoo needle in his hand and the Undertaker refused to look at her, keeping his attention instead on one of the posters on the wall.
She stared, undaunted, at the 11-year veteran and then turned her attention back to Reed. "Sweetie, I have a special request that I was wondering if you could do." She started, then cupped her hand around his ear and proceeded to fill him in.
Reed's eyes got wide and his mouth dropped. "You want me to put what? Where?" He managed out and the Undertaker started laughing at his reaction.
"I could show you where if you wanted me to." Nidia said coyly as she put her fingers to the top button of her shirt. "I'm sure Jamie would be just as pleased with it."
"That's alright." Reed said quickly before she could get her shirt off. "I do know where that is but maybe you could come back some other time, like in a few days. I'm pretty booked up at the moment." He explained to her questioning look.
"Oh, alright I guess." She shrugged dismissively. "I'll come back and visit you in a few days then." She gave them both a small wave and left the room.
As soon as she was gone the Undertaker started laughing at the look that remained on Reed's face. "Boy, are you alright?" He asked. "Your eyes near popped out of your head when she whispered to you. What did she want you to do that was so bad anyway?" He asked curiously.
Reed was about to answer when the door swung open and there stood a very agitated looking Jamie Noble with Nidia right behind him.
"My girl Nidia says to me that you wouldn't give her the tattoo she wanted." He drawled out, shoving his hands into his pockets. "And I'm here to find out why."
"All I told her was that I didn't have any free time to schedule her in." Reed explained patiently. "I'm completely booked for the next couple of days."
Jamie peered at the HBK's younger brother. "Ya really mean that?"
"Yeah."
"No messin' with us now, ya hear? 'Cuz if you don't wanna give my Nidia the tattoo that she wants then just straight out say it so I can start kicking your ass here and now."
"You're not kicking anyone's ass." The Undertaker said suddenly, looming over Jamie and Nidia as soon as he stood up. "So I suggest you take your white trash asses outta here before I throw you out instead." The couple scurried out of the room without another word and he sat back down in the chair.
"I could have taken him you know." Reed muttered as he finished the last letter of the word 'decade'. "It was Nidia I was worried about." He was about to start on the next part when a high-pitch scream sounded form outside and the both raced outside the room.
"What happened?" The Undertaker demanded, grabbing hold of a startled looking Shannon Moore. "Where'd that sound come from?"
"Some girl must be hurt." Shannon rationalized, and then pointed at one of the doors. "I think that it came from in there."
A large crowd had formed at the door and Brock Lesnar pushed everyone aside and tried ramming into the metal door in an attempt to knock it down.
"Let me try." The Big Show insisted as Brock began clutching his shoulder in pain. He tried for a few minutes until Rey Mysterio finally threw up his hands.
He walked over calmly in front of the larger man and easily turned the doorknob and swung the door open.
Albert was looking at everyone with wide eyes, a towel covering his chest from their view.
"What's going on?" Stephanie demanded, pushing aside the crowd so she could assess the situation better.
He didn't answer and instead lowered the towel so everyone could see. Chris Benoit and Edge both grimaced as the infamous chest hair came into view.
"Yeah, that's nothing new." Caitlin commented form her place standing next to Matt Hardy.
Albert turned around and everyone braced himself or herself as he did so. Their fear quickly turned into full-blown amusement when they saw what had happened to his back. Somebody had carefully outlined and shaved into his back hair the words: 'Ha Ha, thanks for the sweater!'
"And you didn't feel that?" The Big Show managed out, trying to stay standing from laughing so hard.
"I was sleeping." Albert muttered, turning a nice shade of pink. "And then I woke up and flipped over when I felt the draft and all I could catch a glimpse of was someone with dark blue hair sprinting out of the room.
Everybody looked at each other and the same thought crossed their minds: Nobody on Smackdown had blue hair; it had to have been from Raw.
*~*~*~*~*
"Why are you following me?"
"I'm not, this is the same way I'm heading. And your fat ass just happens to be in front of me."
"My ass isn't fat." Came the quick reply.
"Says the king of the ass cream, right?" Luke sneered to the back of his older brother.
"Look." Christian snapped, spinning around to face Luke. "I like you being here as much as you do. I have no idea why the felt the need to out you here on RAW, but you are so just do me a favor and pretend that we're not related, alright?"
Luke shrugged. "Fine by me, and believe me, I'd rather be traveling with Edge."
"Nobody's stopping you." Christian answered back, making a sweeping motion with his hands towards the door. "Be my guest."
"Maybe I will. Smackdown is the better show anyway." Luke snapped, slowly losing patience with his brother who, by the rules, should be acting more mature then he was.
"Oh why don't you go marry it already." Christian said disgustedly, a somewhat bitter look on his face as he came to the realization that he probably should have stayed on Smackdown instead of agreeing to Bischoff's promises of air time and titles. "Didn't mention the part about having to be Jericho's bitch." He muttered.
"You're talking to yourself again." Luke said, punching him hard on the shoulder.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" Christian exclaimed, holding his shoulder as he looked at his younger brother incredulously.
"Edge told me to punch you every time you start talking to yourself." Luke explained. "I think it's because he doesn't want to be related to a nutcase so I'm keeping you in line."
"Doesn't seem like you're doing a very good job." A quiet voice said from the side of them and they both turned around to face Molly Holly and Stacy Kiebler.
Luke blushed lightly at the sight of his favorite diva standing a mere foot away from him and gave her a little smile.
"What's that supposed to mean Kiebler?" Christian demanded, glaring at the 5'11 blonde.
"She means it's because you're going around with your jackass of a partner and beating up on hapless women." Luke supplied for her, stealing a glance over towards Molly to see how she reacted towards his defense. She had a grin on her face and he felt like floating.
"Somebody call my name?" An arrogant Chris Jericho called lazily, pushing away from the side of the wall where he was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and Luke immediately felt it his duty to stand between the former Tag-Team Champions and the two girls.
"Get out of the way short stuff." Jericho said patronizingly.
"Sweetie we can handle this." Molly whispered to him quietly. "We've done it before."
"Well now you don't have to. I'm here." Luke said, enforcing it with a nod of his head. "Why don't you two just leave them alone and go get ready to lose to RVD and Kane."
"How'd you know that?" Jericho demanded, tearing his attention away from the blond and brunette to face the 5'9 male standing in front of him. There was no answer and Jericho smirked before pushing him aside easily. He began walking towards the two when he noticed that Christian wasn't next to him; his attention wasn't even on the situation at hand.
"Man, that's my sister." Jericho stated evenly, watching his friend try to tear his attention away from the light brown haired, green-eyed Jesse.
"She's legal." Christian answered with a smirk. "There's no harm in looking."
"Until I kick your ass." Jericho responded, watching as his sister sat, oblivious to anything, reading over some papers for the company wearing a pair of faded low-rise jeans, blue tank top, and a white zip-up sweatshirt pulled over that. "Stop looking at her." He all but whined. "I don't want you going out with her."
"Who said anything about dating?" Christian called over his shoulder as he approached her. "I just wanna have some fun." He teased, then started laughing at the outraged look on his friend's face. "Chris I'm just kidding."
Jericho began to run after him but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Could you tell me where I could find this room?" A small voice asked and he looked down into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen.
He noticed where she was trying to get and had to stop himself from laughing. "Why do you want to go to the Hurri-dork's locker room?"
"Because he's my brother." Rose Helms answered back, a defensive look masking her pretty features. "Now can you tell me or not, I really have to find him."
"I could actually bring you there if you wanted." Jericho said, losing any hard edge he had to his voice when he laid eyes on her. She nodded reluctantly and he smiled which, Rose noted silently, changed the way he looked completely. "And sorry about that joke on your brother's behalf. I was just kidding, we all love the little green weirdo."
Rose frowned and shook her head. "Apparently not everyone. I guess someone switched his shampoos and now he's spent every day of the past two weeks at the stylist trying to get his hair back to normal. Well." She started when she saw the skeptical look on Chris's face. "As normal as he would consider it." They fell into a companionable silence. "You didn't have to do this you know." She broke into the silence after they began walking. "I'm sure I would have stumbled on it sooner or later."
Jericho shook his head. "Probably not. Not to be rude or anything." He said quickly. "But once you get lost backstage there's no hope for you and all you have to do is hope that someone finds you before they all leave."
Rose looked up alarmingly and thought he was being serious for a minute before noticing the smile playing at the corner's of his mouth. "Don't do that!" She exclaimed, hitting him lightly on the arm. "You scared the shit out of me."
"He has a tendency to do that." The Hurricane said dryly from the doorway to his room, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach when he noticed the way Jericho was looking at his 19-year-old baby sister.
"Here." Jericho wrote something down on a small slip of paper and pressed it into her palm. "I'll talk to you later." He promised, spinning on his heel and walking back down the corridor whistling some unknown tune.
"You like him?" The Hurricane guessed, turning to the pink haired girl standing to his right and she nodded in response.
"He's so cute!" She exclaimed, disappearing into her brother's locker room before he had a chance to tell her otherwise.
*~*~*~*
"And they want me to write about what?" Jesse Irvine asked herself dutifully as she shuffled through a stack of papers, oblivious to the person standing in front of her until she couldn't see her papers anymore and she looked up. "Can I help you?"
"I was just looking." Christian responded, a small grin on his face.
"At me?" Jesse asked, a confused look on her face as she looked around at her surrounding areas, and then pointed to herself.
"Yes you." He answered. "Are you through looking so surprised or do you want me to leave?"
"Yes." She blurted out, earning an amused look from the blonde Canadian in front of her. "I mean, not yes that I want you to leave because I want you to say. Just yes, I'm done looking so surprised."
"Now that we have all that straightened out." Christian joked, pushing his hair back behind his ears. "Do you want to come out with me later to get something to eat?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?" Jesse asked in a singsong voice, trying to hide the smile that was quickly forming and he nodded. She reached into her purse and pulled out her date book. "Let me see if I can fit you into my busy schedule."
Christian grabbed at it and snatched it away before she had a chance to open it. "Yup, you can fit me in right here." He pointed out to a date. "Right after you pick up Minnie from the groomer's."
Jesse sighed heavily and took her back from his outstretched hand. "Okay, I know this cute little Italian place we can go to after you're all finished doing whatever it is you have to do here."
"Wrestle?" Christian guessed dryly, shifting his bags from one shoulder to another.
"Exactly." She responded with a small grin. "So then I'll see you back here at 6?"
"It's a date." Christian promised to her, waving at her over his shoulder as he got paged to go down to the ring.
*~*~*~*
"So Luke, I'm kind of impressed." Molly Holly stated, looking at the guy sitting across the table from her.
"About what?" He asked, trying to keep the stammer out of his voice sitting this close to his long-time crush.
"The whole scene with Jericho." Molly clarified, wrapping her hands around the coffee mug in front of her. "There aren't many guys who would pay attention to Stacy and me, especially if we were getting tormented by Jericho." She added with a tiny smile. "So thanks."
"Oh it wasn't a problem. I make it my duty to help all girls who are in trouble." He only half-joked, stealing a glance up at her as he took a drink of his soda.
Molly smiled over at him. "Hey, I was kinda curious about something." He nodded his head to urge her to continue. "Why did you have the misfortune of following Christian around? I heard something about you writing for this wrestling magazine but why would they want an article about him?"
"That's a good question." Luke replied, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Why shouldn't they write one about him?"
"It's not like he's done anything special for the company." Molly argued, waving her hands around animatedly. "And I'd be lying if I said that whole stint with the Un-Americans didn't annoy the hell out of me."
"He's my brother actually." Luke blurted out, and then immediately felt bad for tricking her like that when he saw the apologetic look on her face.
"Luke I'm so sorry." She rushed out. "I had no idea and now you're going to hate me because I just completely dissed your brother like that."
"Don't be sorry." Luke said lightly. "I can't stand him and that was the best shot at him I've heard in a while. Would you mind if I used it in the magazine?" He asked, his hand poised above a piece of notebook paper, ready to jot it down.
Molly shrugged lightly, a light pink still tinting her cheeks. "I guess so." She answered, and then tapped her fingers against the wooden table top.
"Anything wrong?" Luke asked after hearing her deep sigh from across the table.
"Actually yes." She said. "I was kinda getting impatient about waiting to see if you were going to ask me out or not." She explained with such straight-forwardness that it almost made Luke fall out of his seat.
I will make it to chapter 5! I will not fall asleep… Like I said before, reviews keep me awake. You don't want me falling asleep right now, do you??