Sorry I keep using Glen and Mark a lot but they're my favorites, along with Shawn. I'm going to try to use Shawn more…I think he will be in the next chapter. BellaHickenbottom will be glad to know that lol ;) And for iNdy MiLk, Jeff is in this one a little, I will try to use him more too. If you guys want to let me know who you like in silly style you can let me know and I'll try to use them. I already know who TVL and DK and takers dark lover likes so I don't think they will complain that I use Kane and Taker a lot. :) Of course thank you all for the nice comments, I'm really glad people find these funny. It's cool to make people laugh. Thanks to: iNdy MiLk, takers dark lover, Dark Kaneanite, Sinfully Sined, Divine Arion, and TVL for reviews on the last chapter. :D

WWE Silly Style

Chapter 21

Mark was creeping down the hallway in the dead of night. Despite being a big man he was good at hiding in the shadows and making his passage quiet and un-noticed. In his head he was pretending to be Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. He had just watched all three movies twice in one day and was now obsessed with it. He had borrowed them from Finlay who wanted them back. When Mark refused to give them back Finlay clubbed him with his shillelagh and took off with the dvds. Mark was now on a mission to steal the dvds back. Of course, he could just go rent them but he always had nightmares of forgetting to return movies and then horrible creatures in black trench coats and fedora hats would chase him around with machine guns. So if at all avoidable Mark never rented movies. The few times that he did rent movies he used a fake name.

Meanwhile, Glen was also sneaking around making his way quietly to Jeff's room. He was hoping Jeff still had the bong—er—flowerpot. Glen rounded the corner and ran into someone in the darkness. With a loud "OOF!" they both fell over each other.

"Fool of a Took, throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" Mark bellowed quoting a line from The Lord of The Rings.

"Whoah, I must be trippin' and I haven't even been to Jeff's room yet. Gandalf?"

"It is I, Takeralf the badass wizard!" Mark explained. "Glen, what are you doing running into a wizard, don't you know any better?"

"Sorry." Glen said picking himself up and laughing. "Takeralf? Sound's like something guys would yell at a bar, 'taker 'er off, taker 'er off!" Glen mimicked.

"That's not funny."

"Well, move out of my way Takeralf. I'm going somewhere if you don't mind." Glen started to push past Mark but Mark held him back and pretended to raise an invisible staff over his head and then slam it down with a crash.

"You shall not pass!"

"I'll tell Shawn that you rented all the Harry Potter movies on his BlockBuster account and never turned them in." Glen grinned at Mark in the dark.

"How do you know about my deviant acts of video rental?" Mark narrowed his eyes at Glen.

"Chris told me. The Great Jericho knows everything." Glen smirked and shoved past Mark.

"That was weird." Mark mumbled and then continued on to Finlay's room. He knocked on the door then ran and hid in the shadows trying not to giggle.

"Wot? Whose knockin' on me bluidy door?" Finlay peered into the darkness scratching his head. After a few moments he yawned and left the door. Mark managed to rush back before it had closed all the way and stick his toe in to keep it just cracked open. He waited until he heard Finlay snoring softly and then crept into the room. He was doing rather good at this, perhaps after his days with wrestling were over he should consider becoming a bank robber.

Mark spied Finlay's suitcase at the foot of his bed and figured that the movies were probably in there. Mark tip-toed over to the suitcase and quietly unzipped it. He stifled a laugh when he pulled out an adult diaper. Why would Finlay have that? He tossed it aside. Next he found a pink rubber ducky, an extra shillelagh, a copy of Dr. Phil's book 'Love Smart', and a bottle of extra strength Viagra. Mark bit into his hand and snorted at the bottle. Finlay stirred a bit, mumbled in his sleep, but thankfully did not wake up. Finally Mark saw a stash of dvd's and grabbed them. He headed quickly out the door and once in the hallway did a victory dance.

"What in the hell?" Batista was stumbling down the hallway from a fun night out. He pressed a hand to his head. "Take, what are you doing? Last time I saw you dancing in a hallway you were in a woman's nightie."

"Nothing, nothing at all. I didn't steal anyones Lord of the Rings dvds." Mark clapped his hand over his mouth.

"No…what's that then?" Batista snatched the dvds away.

"Hey! Give those back, they're mine…well…not exactly but, give 'em back anyway!"

"Heh, Mark I can't believe you!" Batista laughed. "You actually like this stuff? I could never picture you watching this!"

"I love those movies, don't make fun!" Mark snagged the three dvds back.

"Whatever floats you dingy." Batista shrugged and wobbled on past Mark who scowled at him. What was so wrong with liking Lord of the Rings? Mark looked down at the dvds in his hand and turned red. They were not Lord of the Rings. The titles read: Stripping 101, Pole Dancing for Beginners, and Finding Nemo.

"Ah man! I can't believe Finlay has this garbage!" Mark left Finding Nemo at Finlay's door and took the other two movies to his room.

"Jeff, open up!" Glen banged his fist on Jeff's door like a maniac.

"Hey, what do you want?" Matt opened the door rubbing his squinty eyes. His dark curly hair fuzzed up all around him. "Don't you know its night time and people are sleeping? You do sleep, right Glen?"

"Sleep is for the weak." Glen said shoving past Matt. "Jeff, wake up!" Glen grabbed Jeff's shoulders and started shaking.

"Aaaaah! I'm being attacked by a monster! Matt, help!"

"It's not a monster Jeff, it's just Glen." Matt grumbled as he climbed back into his bed.

"Huh…oh. What are you doing in my room?" Jeff sat up from bed and ran a hand through his rainbow hair.

"Can I please, please borrow the bo—flower pot?" Glen made a puppy face at Jeff who rolled his eyes.

"No you can't."

"I will choke slam you so hard you'll think you were hit by a train!" Glen shouted.

"Dude, calm down. You act like a junkie."

Glen narrowed his eyes at Jeff and curled his fist.

"It doesn't matter anyway, the security at the airport confiscated it and smashed it to shards." Jeff said with a shrug and yawn.

"Nooo!" Glen wailed. If he had any hair he would have pulled it out.

"Sorry. That's the way the bong crumbles."

"Can you two shut up? Matt Hardy is trying to sleep. Matt Hardy likes his sleep. Matt Hardy gets pissed at little brother when he doesn't get sleep." Matt mumbled from under his covers.

"We have to find Phil and get another flower pot!" Glen shrieked, the remembered Matt and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Must…have…flower pot!"

"Well, Phil didn't show up. No one knows where he is." Jeff explained. "We've all been trying to get a hold of him and he wont answer his phone."

"No, must have! I have bugs crawling under my skin!" Glen started to run his fingers up and down his arms frantically.

"You are such a drama king, you are completely exaggerating. You got stoned one time Glen, get a hold of yourself. You don't have bugs under your skin." Jeff grabbed Glen's hands to keep him from scratching his arms.

"Oh…well maybe I just need to shower then." Glen tore his hand from Jeff's, lifted his arm, and sniffed. "Yeah, definitely need to shower."

"If you guys aren't going to shut up, then I'm going to turn on the t.v. and leave it on all night because Jeff hates it. I'll make it worse, I'll turn it on the news!" Matt growled reaching to the nightstand to grab the remote control.

"No! Matt I swear, Glen was just leaving! Please don't do that to me, I hate the news!"

"Too late." Matt clicked on the t.v. and found a news channel. The low voice of the news anchor came out sternly.

"This just in, professional WWE wrestler Phil Brooks, better known to fans as CM Punk, was arrested today in his Chicago home. Police say they were called to the residence by Mr. Brooks himself after his cat Pandora became stuck in the toilet. When police entered the residence, they allegedly found over two hundred bongs in the possession of Mr. Brooks who claimed the alleged bongs were flower pots. Police have arrested Brooks and are holding him in custody for over two hundred counts of possession of drug paraphernalia. Police also suspect Mr. Brooks of dealing. More information will be released upon further investigation. We contacted Vincent Kennedy McMahon, owner of WWE for a statement regarding Mr. Brooks alleged criminal activity. His statement was: AaAaAaAaRrRrRgGgG! and then there was a loud thump. We suspect he suffered a coronary. Now, onto breaking news! America still hates president George W. Bush…"

Matt switched the t.v. off and turned to stare wordlessly at Jeff and Glen. Suddenly, Jeff and Glen burst out laughing.

"This is not funny, poor Phil!" Matt frowned.

"Who in the hell calls the police when their cat gets stuck in the toilet?" Jeff howled as Glen fell on the floor laughing.

I absolutely love the name Pandora for a cat. If I had a cat I would name her Pandora. Lol, poor Philly. Taker thinks he's Gandalf?

Taker Muse: No, no, I'm Takeralf! Get it right miss fic writer!

Wrestlefan4: Yes sir, please don't turn me into a toad or anything unnatural!

I love LOTR!!! Reviews plz and thnkz!