A/N: Thanks to LittleAngel19 and Mysticqueen for their reviews. None of the characters
belong to me.
The Rock walked into his locker room in a good mood. He had just finished another great
match with Triple H and everyone seemed to go home happy. He tossed his empty bottle
of water into the trash and went to reach into his bag to retrieve his clothes so he could
take a shower. A small quick movement inside the bag caused him to freeze. He frowned
and leaned closer to the opening. Another jerky movement and when Rock realized what
it was, he jumped back.
"Holy shit!!" He yelled as the enormous spider crept outside his bag and onto the bench.
It's large, black, hairy, prickly body with it's long legs bent and raised over its body,
seemed to bounce on the wooden bench. Rock froze, every nerve in his body was
beginning to shake because of the hideous creature that had invaded his private space.
Every time the spider would move, Rock would move back. He quickly looked around,
trying to see if he could use anything for a weapon. Paper cup, no he'll have to get too
close. Towels, no way. His luck the thing would crawl up the towel and onto him. There
was nothing. The spider continued his way down the side of the bench. Rock watched as it
began its slow decent, its ability to walk vertical making it even more eerie. Once it was
on the floor, it began raising it's front legs, feeling the air for someone to which he could
inject his lethal poison to some unexpected human. Rock slowly began stepping back, eyes
wide and heart racing. The spider got sense of the large figure and quickly made a few
steps towards Rock, and Rock quickly took a few steps back, never moving his eyes from
his apparent assailant. He heard footsteps behind him and risked the chance to look to see
who it was.
"Paul!! Come here!!" Rock yelled, seeing the man race past his door, he quickly looked to
make sure the spider hadn't snuck in another few inches. Its hundreds of eyes seemingly
burning a hole in the back of Rock's head.
"What?" Triple H asked calmly at the doorway, then he noticed the spider on the floor.
"God, man, look at that." He said walking over to the spider and stomping on it, smearing
it's goo all over the floor. Rock felt a shiver go down his spine and his face twisted in
disgust 'Ewww' he shuddered 'he actually touched it!'.
"You know, where's there's one, there's usually more." Triple H said, walking back
towards the door. "Oh, what did you want?"
Rock kept his eyes on the dead spider. "Nothing. Nevermind."
"All right. Bye." He said and walked out the door. Rock felt another shudder go through
his body and tried to block out the vision of hundreds of the little things crawling all over
him. Another shudder. He stepped around the arachnid a good four feet and reached over
to grab his bag. As he did so, he got another glimpse of the spider and felt compelled to
get a closer look. He paused and cautiously took a few steps. He licked his lips nervously
before kneeling down next to it. Its legs were sticking up through its torn thorax, and its
backside looked like a popped balloon. Rock remembered what Triple H had said about
there being more and, looking down at the huge, dead arachnid, he prayed to God there
wasn't. Suddenly the nerves of the spider caused one of the legs to jerk up. Without
another thought, Rock grabbed his bags and ran quickly out the door.
~~
*laughs* You should have seen it. That spider wasn't big! It couldn't have been no bigger
then your thumb nail. But, no, in Rock's mind, that thing could eat him alive! God, that
was hilarious. Did you ever think that The Great One, The Most Electrifying Man in
Sports Entertainment could ever have been more scared his life?! Of a spider!? I'm sorry, I
find that utterly hilarious. But, oh! If you think that was something, well listen to what
happened to Stone Cold Steve Austin a few days ago....
~~fades~~
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!! PRETTY PLEASE?????
belong to me.
The Rock walked into his locker room in a good mood. He had just finished another great
match with Triple H and everyone seemed to go home happy. He tossed his empty bottle
of water into the trash and went to reach into his bag to retrieve his clothes so he could
take a shower. A small quick movement inside the bag caused him to freeze. He frowned
and leaned closer to the opening. Another jerky movement and when Rock realized what
it was, he jumped back.
"Holy shit!!" He yelled as the enormous spider crept outside his bag and onto the bench.
It's large, black, hairy, prickly body with it's long legs bent and raised over its body,
seemed to bounce on the wooden bench. Rock froze, every nerve in his body was
beginning to shake because of the hideous creature that had invaded his private space.
Every time the spider would move, Rock would move back. He quickly looked around,
trying to see if he could use anything for a weapon. Paper cup, no he'll have to get too
close. Towels, no way. His luck the thing would crawl up the towel and onto him. There
was nothing. The spider continued his way down the side of the bench. Rock watched as it
began its slow decent, its ability to walk vertical making it even more eerie. Once it was
on the floor, it began raising it's front legs, feeling the air for someone to which he could
inject his lethal poison to some unexpected human. Rock slowly began stepping back, eyes
wide and heart racing. The spider got sense of the large figure and quickly made a few
steps towards Rock, and Rock quickly took a few steps back, never moving his eyes from
his apparent assailant. He heard footsteps behind him and risked the chance to look to see
who it was.
"Paul!! Come here!!" Rock yelled, seeing the man race past his door, he quickly looked to
make sure the spider hadn't snuck in another few inches. Its hundreds of eyes seemingly
burning a hole in the back of Rock's head.
"What?" Triple H asked calmly at the doorway, then he noticed the spider on the floor.
"God, man, look at that." He said walking over to the spider and stomping on it, smearing
it's goo all over the floor. Rock felt a shiver go down his spine and his face twisted in
disgust 'Ewww' he shuddered 'he actually touched it!'.
"You know, where's there's one, there's usually more." Triple H said, walking back
towards the door. "Oh, what did you want?"
Rock kept his eyes on the dead spider. "Nothing. Nevermind."
"All right. Bye." He said and walked out the door. Rock felt another shudder go through
his body and tried to block out the vision of hundreds of the little things crawling all over
him. Another shudder. He stepped around the arachnid a good four feet and reached over
to grab his bag. As he did so, he got another glimpse of the spider and felt compelled to
get a closer look. He paused and cautiously took a few steps. He licked his lips nervously
before kneeling down next to it. Its legs were sticking up through its torn thorax, and its
backside looked like a popped balloon. Rock remembered what Triple H had said about
there being more and, looking down at the huge, dead arachnid, he prayed to God there
wasn't. Suddenly the nerves of the spider caused one of the legs to jerk up. Without
another thought, Rock grabbed his bags and ran quickly out the door.
~~
*laughs* You should have seen it. That spider wasn't big! It couldn't have been no bigger
then your thumb nail. But, no, in Rock's mind, that thing could eat him alive! God, that
was hilarious. Did you ever think that The Great One, The Most Electrifying Man in
Sports Entertainment could ever have been more scared his life?! Of a spider!? I'm sorry, I
find that utterly hilarious. But, oh! If you think that was something, well listen to what
happened to Stone Cold Steve Austin a few days ago....
~~fades~~
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!! PRETTY PLEASE?????
