AN: The question for this chapter: Is there anything about my style here that you would suggest I change? Is there anyone you want added or taken away?
AN: for just one chapter, Dean, could you be Jon Moxley?
Dean sat back and lit a cigarette, to a few protesting groans from the fans. He puffed on it. "Sure, I can be Moxley for a few chapters." he added a bit more rasp to his voice.
"Since you say you are a fan, I certainly hope you saw the promo I did COMPLETELY NAKED that one time. It's all over the internet."
The audience lit up dimly with cell phones as they searched for the video. A few people gasped in shock and surprise that the video actually existed.
"You're welcome, Ladies." Dean responded smugly, as faint popping sounds let him know ovaries were exploding everywhere.
AN: CM Punk, what will it take for you not to be Straightedge anymore?
Punk thought for a moment. "I think the world would have to end."
AN: To Bootista, Will you go away? I hate you.
"Oh, you hate me, do you? Well, I hate you back!" Bautista spit on the microphone as he spoke, making Bray shudder and walk over with a wipe. He dabbed at the microphone before Bautista's spit seeped into the mike.
"I worked so hard to keep these mikes clean, and what do you do, Dave? you spit on them. Control your drool. Please. If you're going to stay here, please don't act like a farm animal."
He said this as he walked back calmly passing the man sitting there in the sheep/lamb/llama mask. Eric Rowan gave him a casual nod.
AN: What's the number one thing you would say NO to?
Bryan thought about the question for a moment. "Drugs." he responded. "Just say NO."
AN:Bray, have you read The Darkness Inside? Any chance you could do that to Dean?
Bray thought about the question for a moment, then responded. "As for that question, I shall be doing nothing at all to Dean, and no I have not read anything by that name. Is it fair to assume it is a fanfiction? I never heard of it."
AN: Yes, i did do my research there, but I didn't know if it was a wwe fanfic, or a fanfic about something else, or a movie, or a news article, or a TUMBLR story...
AN: To TJ, were you mad at Natalya for flirting with Dean on Total Divas?
TJ steepled his fingers, and thought for a moment. "That was probably just good TV. I mean, I married her, and I love my dearest wifey. No amount of flirting, real or fake, is going to change the way I feel about her."
A chorus of "aww" went out over the fans as Natalya teared up and hugged Tyson.
Orton asked Tyson, "Wait a second, When did you get here?"
AN: Dean, you did a promo naked, would you be wiling to do another one for your fans?
Dean grinned and replied, " Why, yes I would be willing to do another video. But, alas, the PG ratings of the aired show, and current "obligations", don't allow me to be naked at this time."
Graves breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he would have surely had to rip his own clothes off and Fuck Dean hard if he ever saw him in front of this many people naked. It just played into too many of his fettishes.
AN: Hey Shield, could you Triple Powerbomb my boyfriend on a lit table? He said some mean things about you and said that you guys suck.
Rollins made a face and backed away from the mike. Reigns was too busy feeling guilty and trying not to look it, so Ambrose answered. "
Hello, Guest. If you really want us to slam your boyfriend through a table that is on fire, let me ask you this: are the things he said really that bad? That's three levels of unnecessary pain. First, the Triple Powerbomb hurts by itself. Then you add a table. Then you add fire? Hon, him saying we suck is just an opinion. Anyone's entitled to an opinion. We might fool around and get burned ourselves. Would you want that? To make Romie there get a skin graft because you wanted your boyfriend to learn a lesson? Now, we can Triple Powerbomb him, but not through a lit table. That's a bit much."
Rollins rolled his eyes. "This, from a guy who took a chainsaw to the forehead. When Ambrose says something is a bit much, it's a bit much."
AN: Undertaker, is there any wrestler you have not fought at Wrestlemania that you wanted to rest them in peace?
The Undertaker appeared directly behind Kane.
"I have been fortunate to always be able to choose my opponents. If there was someone I wanted to face, I could have picked them. But usually I chose my opponents with an eye to my own condition, and with respect to my streak, so when I chose Brock Lesnar, I knew he would be the last for the Streak. Now, there's no telling what the future holds for the Undertaker, but I guarantee that I will not become that clown at the circus that everyone has dunked. I know when I am too old to do this when that day comes, I will say goodbye like so many others, and I will leave, but a part of me will stay."
A gong sounded, and as soon as the Undertaker had arrived, he left.
AN: Sorry for the roundabout answer, but i really feel no one on this panel needs that level of an endorsement. They should be able to stand alone, because even having the Undertaker say he wanted to fight you could be a heavy burden to bear for anyone.
AN: Sheamus have you ever thought about getting a tan?
Sheamus had by this point gone back to holding Reign's hand, grinning widely still that Reigns had returned, and he chuckled merrily at the question, before answering, "Of course, ah've tought of gettin a tan, bu' sadly, ah only have tha amount of melanin ah was born wit. No amount of tinkin can give me a tan."
AN:Cena and Bryan, do the Bella twins ever switch places in order to confuse you?
Cena and Bryan gave each other a confused look. "Why does everyone keep saying that?" Cena asked. "Mine has boobs, yours doesn't."
Bryan looked a bit miffed. "Okay, mine has a wedding ring, and yours gives away the milk for free."
Orton raised his hands in sarchastic shock. "Ooh. Burn!"
Cena gave Daniel a dimpled 'you win' expression, and answered, "There are several ways to tell Nikki and Brie apart. Nikki has larger breasts than Brie, Brie has different tattoos than Nikki, Nikki likes name brands more than Brie, Brie likes natural things more than Nikki. There's one wasy way to tell them apart, though. Get them to say 'Oh my god.'. Nikki's omg is just different than Bries, and no matter how they try to imitate each other, it's distinctive."
AN: Dave, why are you such a douche?
Bautista looked at the audience member and shook his head. "I am a public figure, paid to make you hate me. I am doing exactly what I am here to do. I am here to make people hate me. Deal With It!"
AN: AJ, The Flash, or The Human Torch?
"Ah, the old Marvel vs DC question. I would have to say, on powers alone, The Human Torch, on series design alone, The Flash, but in the age old question of DC vs Marvel, I have to pick DC. Because Batman. That's why. The DC universe, or the multiverse, goes through a lot of trouble to point out, even though, like, Batman's complete lack of superpowers, or Superman's weakness to Kryptonite, they give their characters a needed weakness. Marvel creates heroes like The Human Torch that, yeah, they're cool, but they don't have specific weaknesses like that. Of course, The Human Torch would be weaker arround water, but even in some cases he can overcome that... I would have to say, choosing right now, I'd have to say The Scarlet Speedster wins this one."
AN: Punkers, did you really bang Chris Hero?
Punk crossed his fingers and legs, and held his crossed fingers up. "No, I did not bang Chris Hero..." he said slowly, then uncrossed his fingers and legs. "See?"
AN: Erick, Why don't you talk? Luke talks, and God knows Bray talks his cute little ass off, but not you. Why is that?
Erick just shrugged.
"He's not really a talker." Luke said for him.
Eric gave him an appreciative look.
AN: Kane, let's say I have a really crazy ex that's stalking me and trying to kill me. Are you he type to stick around and handle him or would you take off and leave me hanging?
"That's really a tough one to answer. I'd say I would take off and handle him, because all my cattle brands are back home, but mostly because I wouldn't want you to see when i cut the skin off his bones and let him die of shock. I'd like to think I would be more of a gentleman than to do that in front of you. But after that, I would stick around, and maybe make a pair of slippers, or a smoking jacket out of his skin. And then, I would leave THAT hanging on the front door, so any of your other exes would get the idea, because if they mess with you, they're next."
AN: That's it for today, folks. Sorry for the spelling errors, I am working from my old shitty computer, and there is no spell check. PLEASE don't hesitate to send in any and all questions to the review section, or to my inbox, any thoughts are much appreciated.
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