**And then, there was Smackdown!**
Kurt Angle was furious. Why did people keep misinterpreting everything he said?! He didn't like little boys, and he didn't want to be on top of Billy OR Chuck! He just liked trying out moves on twelve year olds (like he affectionately called Rey Mysterio) and admired Chuck's hair. Some people are just sick, he was thinking, just as he walked past someone he didn't want to see.
"Squeal!" Chris Benoit chanted, practicing. "Whine! Moan! Shiver! Coo! Plead! Beg! Whoo... oops!" He turned slightly, and grinned. There was tapping boy, right on cue. "I will make you feel pain!" he screamed, and started running after Kurt. "Pain! Discomfort! And then I'll bite you!"
Kurt ran, screaming, to Stephanie McMahon's office. "No! Don't leave any more teeth marks in my outfit! I already have to change it every two weeks already, and that's not including the ones that I ordered saying "I'll Make You Tap Tap Tap"!"
Strutting out in her business attire (no, really!), Stephanie pointed to Benoit with a very... mean? glare. "Now, you listen here! I'm your General Manager! And I do want you to make Kurt moan, and squeal," she paused to take one deep breath. "But I want it to be in the ring!" That said, they both stomped off, and she wiped sweat off her forehead. She could swear she heard cheap saxphone/sex music starting up somewhere...
**Meanwhile, Funaki was doing his job**
"This Funaki. Smackdown! number one anouncer!" he said, and then pointed at the door behind him. "And this door! Door make things behind door not seen! But Funaki show you on Smackdown! what behind door! Coming up next!" As the camera faded away, Funaki wondered what ever happened to his wrestling matches.
**In Rey Mysterio's locker room**
Rey sat on a stool, tying his shoes. He gazed up at the wall, and nodded. "Be the man, Rey. You are the height you believe yourself to be. You are the age you believe yourself to be. You are the people's person, the people's hero, the people's new generation. And, one day, they will forget all about him." He sighed, and then stopped staring at his autographed picture of The Rock. I have funky eyes and better clothes than Rocky, the people love me. His people love me!
Someone knocked on his door, and it turned out to be Edge. He smiled, and then wordlessly returned the container of chest wax he'd borrowed earlier that day. Once that was done, Edge walked out through the arena and watched the match going on. He was shocked! This was... just totally matchilicious! It reeked of talent-osity! Too bad he couldn't say so anymore, he did love his made up words.
**On a million dollar movie set**
The Rock looked in the mirror, and continued tweazing his beloved eyebrow. The other one, having been neglected as the obvious un-favorite for years, was turning grey and had lost it's brother's tradmark arch. After a short People's smile, The Rock walked onto the People's set and looked around in confusion. This was the People's set, the People's camera, the People's movie, and the People's champ... but where had the People gone?
Being a confused Rock, but still as charismatic as the normal Rock, The Rock walked over to The Rock's chair and placed The Rock's candy ass in it. The Rock felt something in the People's- no, The Rock's- stomach. The Rock knew what was The Rock's problem. Something was missing from The Rock's life. Something bigger than the People, something even bigger than The Rock himself. After a moment of The Rock's thinking, The Rock knew what it was. The Rock hadn't become a contemporary artist and a landscape painter! That was what was missing in The Rock's life! There were still things left for The Rock to do!
Having decided to change The Rock's career, The Rock ran out of the building, never to return again. And, though the People were not pleased, they would accept him everytime he decided to return and let him star in another blockbuster movie hit.
**After some big tag team action**
Rikishi hit his head against the wall. Oh no. Stephanie'll figure it out for sure! Stupid, stupid Kish! She'll fire you for sure once she realizes you want to be an Island Boy. They really do have it all... and that's why he learned the Samoan Drop. And had, had... USED it! On Stephanie's Smackdown! In between fearing for his career, Rikishi did a little dance to celebrate. Not the usual one, this was a new one he'd been practicing for weeks. He called it the "Island Boys Shuffle." And he still wondered why no one had clued in yet...
**Smackdown!, Velocity section**
As the young John Cena wondered what happened to his big push, he fought his favorite Star Wars character. What a week this was going to be.
**Sndy Nite Het (did we not mention the price of those damn letters?!**
Like Velocity (please don't tell Bischoff I said that, he promised a three minute warning if I did. Hmm, I wonder if he realizes that it ISN'T a big surprise anymore?), not much happened on Sunday Night Heat. D'lo Brown was no longer wrestling. No one cared, so he made a secret plan with Mr. Sir. Bischoff to be executed on Monday Night. Raven was there (and in a small town, the woodchuck lovers smiled at this) and said some stuff. Like always, no one understood, but thought it was incredibly deep/ meaningful/ frightening. Raven wondered if anyone would ever realize they were just his way of saying he felt unappreciated, and he'd really like to be back on Raw again. He wasn't ungrateful, really! Stupid people and their misconceptions...
Kurt Angle was furious. Why did people keep misinterpreting everything he said?! He didn't like little boys, and he didn't want to be on top of Billy OR Chuck! He just liked trying out moves on twelve year olds (like he affectionately called Rey Mysterio) and admired Chuck's hair. Some people are just sick, he was thinking, just as he walked past someone he didn't want to see.
"Squeal!" Chris Benoit chanted, practicing. "Whine! Moan! Shiver! Coo! Plead! Beg! Whoo... oops!" He turned slightly, and grinned. There was tapping boy, right on cue. "I will make you feel pain!" he screamed, and started running after Kurt. "Pain! Discomfort! And then I'll bite you!"
Kurt ran, screaming, to Stephanie McMahon's office. "No! Don't leave any more teeth marks in my outfit! I already have to change it every two weeks already, and that's not including the ones that I ordered saying "I'll Make You Tap Tap Tap"!"
Strutting out in her business attire (no, really!), Stephanie pointed to Benoit with a very... mean? glare. "Now, you listen here! I'm your General Manager! And I do want you to make Kurt moan, and squeal," she paused to take one deep breath. "But I want it to be in the ring!" That said, they both stomped off, and she wiped sweat off her forehead. She could swear she heard cheap saxphone/sex music starting up somewhere...
**Meanwhile, Funaki was doing his job**
"This Funaki. Smackdown! number one anouncer!" he said, and then pointed at the door behind him. "And this door! Door make things behind door not seen! But Funaki show you on Smackdown! what behind door! Coming up next!" As the camera faded away, Funaki wondered what ever happened to his wrestling matches.
**In Rey Mysterio's locker room**
Rey sat on a stool, tying his shoes. He gazed up at the wall, and nodded. "Be the man, Rey. You are the height you believe yourself to be. You are the age you believe yourself to be. You are the people's person, the people's hero, the people's new generation. And, one day, they will forget all about him." He sighed, and then stopped staring at his autographed picture of The Rock. I have funky eyes and better clothes than Rocky, the people love me. His people love me!
Someone knocked on his door, and it turned out to be Edge. He smiled, and then wordlessly returned the container of chest wax he'd borrowed earlier that day. Once that was done, Edge walked out through the arena and watched the match going on. He was shocked! This was... just totally matchilicious! It reeked of talent-osity! Too bad he couldn't say so anymore, he did love his made up words.
**On a million dollar movie set**
The Rock looked in the mirror, and continued tweazing his beloved eyebrow. The other one, having been neglected as the obvious un-favorite for years, was turning grey and had lost it's brother's tradmark arch. After a short People's smile, The Rock walked onto the People's set and looked around in confusion. This was the People's set, the People's camera, the People's movie, and the People's champ... but where had the People gone?
Being a confused Rock, but still as charismatic as the normal Rock, The Rock walked over to The Rock's chair and placed The Rock's candy ass in it. The Rock felt something in the People's- no, The Rock's- stomach. The Rock knew what was The Rock's problem. Something was missing from The Rock's life. Something bigger than the People, something even bigger than The Rock himself. After a moment of The Rock's thinking, The Rock knew what it was. The Rock hadn't become a contemporary artist and a landscape painter! That was what was missing in The Rock's life! There were still things left for The Rock to do!
Having decided to change The Rock's career, The Rock ran out of the building, never to return again. And, though the People were not pleased, they would accept him everytime he decided to return and let him star in another blockbuster movie hit.
**After some big tag team action**
Rikishi hit his head against the wall. Oh no. Stephanie'll figure it out for sure! Stupid, stupid Kish! She'll fire you for sure once she realizes you want to be an Island Boy. They really do have it all... and that's why he learned the Samoan Drop. And had, had... USED it! On Stephanie's Smackdown! In between fearing for his career, Rikishi did a little dance to celebrate. Not the usual one, this was a new one he'd been practicing for weeks. He called it the "Island Boys Shuffle." And he still wondered why no one had clued in yet...
**Smackdown!, Velocity section**
As the young John Cena wondered what happened to his big push, he fought his favorite Star Wars character. What a week this was going to be.
**Sndy Nite Het (did we not mention the price of those damn letters?!**
Like Velocity (please don't tell Bischoff I said that, he promised a three minute warning if I did. Hmm, I wonder if he realizes that it ISN'T a big surprise anymore?), not much happened on Sunday Night Heat. D'lo Brown was no longer wrestling. No one cared, so he made a secret plan with Mr. Sir. Bischoff to be executed on Monday Night. Raven was there (and in a small town, the woodchuck lovers smiled at this) and said some stuff. Like always, no one understood, but thought it was incredibly deep/ meaningful/ frightening. Raven wondered if anyone would ever realize they were just his way of saying he felt unappreciated, and he'd really like to be back on Raw again. He wasn't ungrateful, really! Stupid people and their misconceptions...