Shopping With Wrestlers
Jadyn Takes Over
Disclaimer: I actually own everyone in this chapter: Me and Jadyn. Although the people I refer to, I don't own. So if you sue me, you can have my little sister.
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Jadyn: -walks onto a stage that has appeared in place of the store. She is dressed in a black beret, camouflage tank top with the words BOY SCOUTING printed across it, a camouflage mini
skirt and thigh high black boots. She is carrying a riding crop- Hello, citizens of Fanfiction-Land! My name is Jadyn and you know me as the insane/sarcastic/slightly slutty/pretty damn fun owner of 'The Store'. That's right, my lovelies. We are naming it today. The Store is the place where fun and harassment of various wrestlers has occurred and will continue to occur. But I think you may be getting the wrong impression of me. Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you, the one writing. Get your ass down here!
Sarah: -suddenly falls through her computer screen, landing on the street in front of Jadyn- Huh? What? Where am I?
Jadyn: You're in Fanfiction-Land, honey. And you're here to pay.
Sarah: Pay for what, exactly?
Jadyn: For making them think so horridly of me, that's what, bitch! Now get up! We have some talking to do.
Sarah: -gets up. She fears the riding crop-
Jadyn: Now, lets go from the top. First, Kurt Angle. Why was I such ditz in that chapter?!
Sarah: -nervously- Well, I had just developed the idea of you and I was kind of working you out. Besides, you played some great jokes on him in that chapter!
Jadyn: -chuckles- Yeah, I did. But what about Big Show?! I'm not afraid of him!
Sarah: Well, he *is* rather large. I just figured it might be fun to have you afraid of him.
Jadyn: Okay, but Austin? I would give him beer anytime, anyplace. And maybe more… -eyebrow wiggle-
Sarah: It was funny! And stop being a slut! He's married…
Jadyn: Shut up. Okay, Shane McMahon? You had to let Angle scare him off, didn't you?
Sarah: It wouldn't have out anyway. I hear he's not into that whole chains- and-whips thing.
Both: -shrug-
Jadyn: Moving along, Stephanie? Why'd you even have her come in?
Sarah: Wasn't it fun to diss her? Besides, you needed training for The Rock.
Jadyn: True. Alright, Kane. I could have dealt with him, if you hadn't had him injure me so badly! Do you know I have permanent back damage?
Sarah: Price of being a bitch. Trust me, I've had a wired jaw.
Jadyn: Christian and Edge. All I can say is, what the hell was that chapter?
Sarah: -grimace- I know. Not one of my better ones.
Jadyn: The Rock's chapter, I have no complaints about. Except that you had me working with that annoying chick, Tammie.
Sarah: HEY! That's my best friend!
Jadyn: Chapter nine, Taker. Do you know how mean he was?
Sarah: -sigh- He's the Undertaker. Didn't you expect him to be mean?
Jadyn: Well, maybe a little bit. But what about the Hardyz and Lita? I want Jeff. Well, okay, both of them.
Sarah: Sometimes we all must pay sacrifices. -begins humming Creed's "My Sacrifice"-
Jadyn: Okay, Chris Jericho? You just had to let him get taken away by Steph.
Sarah: -shrug- He was her little slave at the time.
Jadyn: Triple H? Why couldn't I just feed the dog to Zuni and keep Hunter? Huh? Huh?
Sarah: Not a bad thought… -plot bunnies attack her. She gets the Idea to make a smut fic starring Hunter and herself-
Jadyn: -attacks plot bunnies with a fire poker- Anyway, explain Chapter Thirteen. Al Snow *and* DDP? And those teeth… I still get dizzy sometimes.
Sarah: Well, I couldn't think of much for you to say to The Snowman, -cuddles her very unhappy-looking Al Snow muse- so I got rid of him quick. And I am absolutely fascinated Señor Page's teeth. They are so SHINY!! -is easily amused by shiny/sparkly objects- So you got hypnotized. I refuse to explain further.
Jadyn: -senses there is another reason for that chapter- Test, I had fun with. But I have to ask about your choice in, er, alternative films. I mean, Rocky Horror? Groundhog Day? *Hairspray*?
Sarah: Hey, stop insulting me! -poutpout-
Jadyn: -sigh- Moving on, Booker T. That dumbass? I wouldn't touch him clothes with a three-hundred foot pole, let alone let him enter my store!
Sarah: But look at what you gave him!
Jadyn: -pictures the horrible orange dress- Right. Stacy Keibler, though? That ho?
Sarah: -deadpan- You had her 3D'd through at table, Jadyn.
Jadyn: I know! But… Okay, then. The APA! What the hell was that?
Sarah: Ohh, don't you go complaining! You had your own bar and you got to fuck Bradshaw! That is every woman's *dream*.
Jadyn: -mumble- Not mine.
Sarah: Oh, no? Than what do you want?
Jadyn: -sheepish smile- A chapter with Hollywood Hulk Hogan.
Sarah: -goes to hug her-
Jadyn: Hey, don't get carried away just because you're the author and all.
Sarah: Sorry. You got it. A chapter with Hollywood Hulk Hogan coming up.
Both: -say good-bye and Sarah leaves-
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Author Notes/Thanks:
Notes:
I created this chapter for two reasons. One, I had no idea what to do next after 17 chapters. Two, Jadyn was getting bitchy. Damn split personalities.
There will be at least one more chapter, Hogan's. If I get enough praise (hint, hint), I might keep going.
Thank You's:
Kanetastic: Shelly, keep rockin', babe. Glen and Mark *will* come a- knockin'. And, yes, I still wish to beat you senseless for not proposing a quickie when you met Glen. Bad, Shelly, bad!
Coyote-Baybe: So sweet, so demanding, so supportive, and so…frighteningly obsessive. But you got your damn chapter.
Romi The Flair Gurl: How much have I done for thee? Let me add it up… j/k. But I really did like the first chapter of your (coughcopycatcough) story. I couldn't find the rest. Boo-hoo. -cries-
Mystic Queen- No! I will not give Faarooq beer!
Sonar- Yes. Yes, I do read my reviews. Over and over again.
D-E-N-I-S-E - Goldust? Are ya sure? And the ideas come from my insanity… and my hammah (hamster).
DXDiva13- Yeah, I had to diss your man! Whatcha gonna do, huh? J/k!
Death Scribe- Was it really that funny? Did you enjoy your visit to the ER (from your Jadyn-caused collapse)?
AZaReL- Thank you so much. I do, don't I?
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Love, (hugs and kisses)
Jadyn
Jadyn Takes Over
Disclaimer: I actually own everyone in this chapter: Me and Jadyn. Although the people I refer to, I don't own. So if you sue me, you can have my little sister.
~~~
Jadyn: -walks onto a stage that has appeared in place of the store. She is dressed in a black beret, camouflage tank top with the words BOY SCOUTING printed across it, a camouflage mini
skirt and thigh high black boots. She is carrying a riding crop- Hello, citizens of Fanfiction-Land! My name is Jadyn and you know me as the insane/sarcastic/slightly slutty/pretty damn fun owner of 'The Store'. That's right, my lovelies. We are naming it today. The Store is the place where fun and harassment of various wrestlers has occurred and will continue to occur. But I think you may be getting the wrong impression of me. Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you, the one writing. Get your ass down here!
Sarah: -suddenly falls through her computer screen, landing on the street in front of Jadyn- Huh? What? Where am I?
Jadyn: You're in Fanfiction-Land, honey. And you're here to pay.
Sarah: Pay for what, exactly?
Jadyn: For making them think so horridly of me, that's what, bitch! Now get up! We have some talking to do.
Sarah: -gets up. She fears the riding crop-
Jadyn: Now, lets go from the top. First, Kurt Angle. Why was I such ditz in that chapter?!
Sarah: -nervously- Well, I had just developed the idea of you and I was kind of working you out. Besides, you played some great jokes on him in that chapter!
Jadyn: -chuckles- Yeah, I did. But what about Big Show?! I'm not afraid of him!
Sarah: Well, he *is* rather large. I just figured it might be fun to have you afraid of him.
Jadyn: Okay, but Austin? I would give him beer anytime, anyplace. And maybe more… -eyebrow wiggle-
Sarah: It was funny! And stop being a slut! He's married…
Jadyn: Shut up. Okay, Shane McMahon? You had to let Angle scare him off, didn't you?
Sarah: It wouldn't have out anyway. I hear he's not into that whole chains- and-whips thing.
Both: -shrug-
Jadyn: Moving along, Stephanie? Why'd you even have her come in?
Sarah: Wasn't it fun to diss her? Besides, you needed training for The Rock.
Jadyn: True. Alright, Kane. I could have dealt with him, if you hadn't had him injure me so badly! Do you know I have permanent back damage?
Sarah: Price of being a bitch. Trust me, I've had a wired jaw.
Jadyn: Christian and Edge. All I can say is, what the hell was that chapter?
Sarah: -grimace- I know. Not one of my better ones.
Jadyn: The Rock's chapter, I have no complaints about. Except that you had me working with that annoying chick, Tammie.
Sarah: HEY! That's my best friend!
Jadyn: Chapter nine, Taker. Do you know how mean he was?
Sarah: -sigh- He's the Undertaker. Didn't you expect him to be mean?
Jadyn: Well, maybe a little bit. But what about the Hardyz and Lita? I want Jeff. Well, okay, both of them.
Sarah: Sometimes we all must pay sacrifices. -begins humming Creed's "My Sacrifice"-
Jadyn: Okay, Chris Jericho? You just had to let him get taken away by Steph.
Sarah: -shrug- He was her little slave at the time.
Jadyn: Triple H? Why couldn't I just feed the dog to Zuni and keep Hunter? Huh? Huh?
Sarah: Not a bad thought… -plot bunnies attack her. She gets the Idea to make a smut fic starring Hunter and herself-
Jadyn: -attacks plot bunnies with a fire poker- Anyway, explain Chapter Thirteen. Al Snow *and* DDP? And those teeth… I still get dizzy sometimes.
Sarah: Well, I couldn't think of much for you to say to The Snowman, -cuddles her very unhappy-looking Al Snow muse- so I got rid of him quick. And I am absolutely fascinated Señor Page's teeth. They are so SHINY!! -is easily amused by shiny/sparkly objects- So you got hypnotized. I refuse to explain further.
Jadyn: -senses there is another reason for that chapter- Test, I had fun with. But I have to ask about your choice in, er, alternative films. I mean, Rocky Horror? Groundhog Day? *Hairspray*?
Sarah: Hey, stop insulting me! -poutpout-
Jadyn: -sigh- Moving on, Booker T. That dumbass? I wouldn't touch him clothes with a three-hundred foot pole, let alone let him enter my store!
Sarah: But look at what you gave him!
Jadyn: -pictures the horrible orange dress- Right. Stacy Keibler, though? That ho?
Sarah: -deadpan- You had her 3D'd through at table, Jadyn.
Jadyn: I know! But… Okay, then. The APA! What the hell was that?
Sarah: Ohh, don't you go complaining! You had your own bar and you got to fuck Bradshaw! That is every woman's *dream*.
Jadyn: -mumble- Not mine.
Sarah: Oh, no? Than what do you want?
Jadyn: -sheepish smile- A chapter with Hollywood Hulk Hogan.
Sarah: -goes to hug her-
Jadyn: Hey, don't get carried away just because you're the author and all.
Sarah: Sorry. You got it. A chapter with Hollywood Hulk Hogan coming up.
Both: -say good-bye and Sarah leaves-
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Author Notes/Thanks:
Notes:
I created this chapter for two reasons. One, I had no idea what to do next after 17 chapters. Two, Jadyn was getting bitchy. Damn split personalities.
There will be at least one more chapter, Hogan's. If I get enough praise (hint, hint), I might keep going.
Thank You's:
Kanetastic: Shelly, keep rockin', babe. Glen and Mark *will* come a- knockin'. And, yes, I still wish to beat you senseless for not proposing a quickie when you met Glen. Bad, Shelly, bad!
Coyote-Baybe: So sweet, so demanding, so supportive, and so…frighteningly obsessive. But you got your damn chapter.
Romi The Flair Gurl: How much have I done for thee? Let me add it up… j/k. But I really did like the first chapter of your (coughcopycatcough) story. I couldn't find the rest. Boo-hoo. -cries-
Mystic Queen- No! I will not give Faarooq beer!
Sonar- Yes. Yes, I do read my reviews. Over and over again.
D-E-N-I-S-E - Goldust? Are ya sure? And the ideas come from my insanity… and my hammah (hamster).
DXDiva13- Yeah, I had to diss your man! Whatcha gonna do, huh? J/k!
Death Scribe- Was it really that funny? Did you enjoy your visit to the ER (from your Jadyn-caused collapse)?
AZaReL- Thank you so much. I do, don't I?
--*
Love, (hugs and kisses)
Jadyn