Okay, so I lied. I said that all the parts were going to be out every day
and I lied. I'm not good with deadlines and school has got me stressed.
My computer hasn't been working either, so, that probably added to it. But
they will all be up by Sunday night before the PPV, I promise that. Just
enjoy!
RVD
{So I held my head up high
{Hiding hate that burns inside
{Which only fuels their selfish pride
No one knows the real me. For real. I am human after all people. Not everything is always "cool" and "calm"; what a crock let me tell you. Whoever's idea it was to make me Mr. Cool Laid-back Dude should get shot. Everyone else gets to have fun switching from good to bad and back again and I stay the fan favorite.
Now don't get me wrong. I love the fans. I do this for the fans (and money) and without them there would be no RVD. So I guess I owe it to them. Damn.
*Bam*
RVD was jarred from his thoughts by the slam of a locker right near his head. He found himself ready to calm the other person down but he just shrugged it off, not wanting to be sucked in by his in-ring persona.
Al Snow stood glowering and his gaze shifted to Rob, who was looking down at his hands. "What's your problem?"
"Noth-" He cut himself off. "Fuck it. Just some stuff on my mind."
"Did the all-cool RVD just swear at me?" Al laughed.
"It was his sad attempt." RVD answered. "I hate my character. I wish he would die."
Al's eyes widened. "You know they have doctors who you can have these kind of conversations with. If you pay me some money I'll be sure to try and pick up on the art."
RVD rolled his eyes at the man's lame attempt at humor. "Wasn't that on Frasier before?"
"I think it was the Simpsons."
"Eh, same thing."
Al laughed. "Sure, whatever you say. So how's everything going with you in general? I mean, besides you wanting to kill your alter-ego and everything."
RVD shrugged. "It's alright I guess. I can't wait for the match tonight."
"Ah yes, you gotta love the whole revolutionary, never before seen mystery surrounding the chamber." Al joked.
"You're just jealous." Rob supplied.
Al rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I've had my own TV show for the past three seasons. Boy am I jealous of you."
"So I should just quit while I was ahead?" Rob asked.
"Yeah." Al nodded. "That would probably be wise on your part."
{Should have been dead on a Sunday morning
{Banging my head
{No time for mourning
{Ain't got no time
Once Al Snow had finally went in search of someone else to bother, RVD had gotten up and left the locker room. He had to see this thing for himself. There had been pictures, but there was no way it was going to be a surprise. He made his way down the hall and glanced to his left to see Chris Jericho quickly duck into the Diva's locker room.
"People have different ways of calming down I guess." Rob said to himself quietly, taking a right at the corner. He dodged out of sight of Eric Bischoff, who was strictly forbidding anyone from seeing the chamber a head of time and waited until he was out of sight to get back on track. He approached the curtain with no trouble until he was stopped by one of the security.
"Where are you going?"
"Up there." Rob pointed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The guard shook his head. "Now I have strict orders from Mr. Bischoff. Nobody is allowed up there until show time."
"Do you know how fast I could kick your ass right now and nobody would have the slightest clue, or care for that matter, because you're just a hired security guard?" Rob questioned evenly.
"But I have-"
"He'll forgive you." Rob cut in, pushing past the guard and walking up the stairs. He heard the guy's quiet protests and kept walking past the curtain so he could get a look at this thing himself. He walked to the edge of the top of the ramp and sat down, putting his legs over the side that had yet to be put up.
The structure was being put up as he sat there. Piece of steel after piece of steel. It all kept going up until it seemed halfway done and the workers left for a break.
Rob looked around to make sure no one was watching and jumped down and began walking towards the chamber. He reached it in about ten steps and stood staring up at the nearly completed death trap and felt a chill go up the back of his spine.
"It is impressive." Stephanie McMahon commented, coming to a stop next to him.
He nodded. "Yeah."
"Kinda wish I had been the one to think of it, but what the hell. How are you holding up?" She asked with a sincere look on concern on her face.
"Okay I guess." He shrugged.
"I know you too well and I know that you're lying."
"Damn, you caught on." He deadpanned, not able to keep his gaze off the steel.
"You know, I could say that Stacy was walking up behind you naked and you still wouldn't be able to tear your gaze away from that thing, would you?" She said sarcastically.
He nodded. "Probably. It's just amazing."
They saw the workers coming back and hurried to some seats a couple of rows back so they could still keep up on the progress.
"Hey Steph, can I ask you something?"
"You can ask." She grinned. "Doesn't necessarily mean that I'm going to answer."
"It's nothing like that." He assured.
Stephanie shrugged. "Sure, why the hell not then."
He took a deep breath. "How come, when you and Bischoff were competing for the best wrestlers, I was never a factor and you never tried to get me on Smackdown?"
She opened her mouth, and then closed it again slowly. "I... honestly thought that the best place to develop your talents would be on Raw because they have the better talent." She confessed. "Now what makes you want to know that?"
"Just curious I guess."
Stephanie smiled. "Now can I ask you something?"
Rob looked at her warily. "Sure."
"Are you going to win tonight?"
"I'm going to try."
"You're not going to win anything with an attitude like that." Stephanie instructed with a grin. "I know you're going to win, and now you need to know that you're going to win."
Rob smiled for the first time in a couple of days. "You're right, I am going to win."
{When they say
{You're not that strong
{Well you're not that weak
{It's not your fault
Booker T is coming at ya next!
RVD
{So I held my head up high
{Hiding hate that burns inside
{Which only fuels their selfish pride
No one knows the real me. For real. I am human after all people. Not everything is always "cool" and "calm"; what a crock let me tell you. Whoever's idea it was to make me Mr. Cool Laid-back Dude should get shot. Everyone else gets to have fun switching from good to bad and back again and I stay the fan favorite.
Now don't get me wrong. I love the fans. I do this for the fans (and money) and without them there would be no RVD. So I guess I owe it to them. Damn.
*Bam*
RVD was jarred from his thoughts by the slam of a locker right near his head. He found himself ready to calm the other person down but he just shrugged it off, not wanting to be sucked in by his in-ring persona.
Al Snow stood glowering and his gaze shifted to Rob, who was looking down at his hands. "What's your problem?"
"Noth-" He cut himself off. "Fuck it. Just some stuff on my mind."
"Did the all-cool RVD just swear at me?" Al laughed.
"It was his sad attempt." RVD answered. "I hate my character. I wish he would die."
Al's eyes widened. "You know they have doctors who you can have these kind of conversations with. If you pay me some money I'll be sure to try and pick up on the art."
RVD rolled his eyes at the man's lame attempt at humor. "Wasn't that on Frasier before?"
"I think it was the Simpsons."
"Eh, same thing."
Al laughed. "Sure, whatever you say. So how's everything going with you in general? I mean, besides you wanting to kill your alter-ego and everything."
RVD shrugged. "It's alright I guess. I can't wait for the match tonight."
"Ah yes, you gotta love the whole revolutionary, never before seen mystery surrounding the chamber." Al joked.
"You're just jealous." Rob supplied.
Al rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I've had my own TV show for the past three seasons. Boy am I jealous of you."
"So I should just quit while I was ahead?" Rob asked.
"Yeah." Al nodded. "That would probably be wise on your part."
{Should have been dead on a Sunday morning
{Banging my head
{No time for mourning
{Ain't got no time
Once Al Snow had finally went in search of someone else to bother, RVD had gotten up and left the locker room. He had to see this thing for himself. There had been pictures, but there was no way it was going to be a surprise. He made his way down the hall and glanced to his left to see Chris Jericho quickly duck into the Diva's locker room.
"People have different ways of calming down I guess." Rob said to himself quietly, taking a right at the corner. He dodged out of sight of Eric Bischoff, who was strictly forbidding anyone from seeing the chamber a head of time and waited until he was out of sight to get back on track. He approached the curtain with no trouble until he was stopped by one of the security.
"Where are you going?"
"Up there." Rob pointed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The guard shook his head. "Now I have strict orders from Mr. Bischoff. Nobody is allowed up there until show time."
"Do you know how fast I could kick your ass right now and nobody would have the slightest clue, or care for that matter, because you're just a hired security guard?" Rob questioned evenly.
"But I have-"
"He'll forgive you." Rob cut in, pushing past the guard and walking up the stairs. He heard the guy's quiet protests and kept walking past the curtain so he could get a look at this thing himself. He walked to the edge of the top of the ramp and sat down, putting his legs over the side that had yet to be put up.
The structure was being put up as he sat there. Piece of steel after piece of steel. It all kept going up until it seemed halfway done and the workers left for a break.
Rob looked around to make sure no one was watching and jumped down and began walking towards the chamber. He reached it in about ten steps and stood staring up at the nearly completed death trap and felt a chill go up the back of his spine.
"It is impressive." Stephanie McMahon commented, coming to a stop next to him.
He nodded. "Yeah."
"Kinda wish I had been the one to think of it, but what the hell. How are you holding up?" She asked with a sincere look on concern on her face.
"Okay I guess." He shrugged.
"I know you too well and I know that you're lying."
"Damn, you caught on." He deadpanned, not able to keep his gaze off the steel.
"You know, I could say that Stacy was walking up behind you naked and you still wouldn't be able to tear your gaze away from that thing, would you?" She said sarcastically.
He nodded. "Probably. It's just amazing."
They saw the workers coming back and hurried to some seats a couple of rows back so they could still keep up on the progress.
"Hey Steph, can I ask you something?"
"You can ask." She grinned. "Doesn't necessarily mean that I'm going to answer."
"It's nothing like that." He assured.
Stephanie shrugged. "Sure, why the hell not then."
He took a deep breath. "How come, when you and Bischoff were competing for the best wrestlers, I was never a factor and you never tried to get me on Smackdown?"
She opened her mouth, and then closed it again slowly. "I... honestly thought that the best place to develop your talents would be on Raw because they have the better talent." She confessed. "Now what makes you want to know that?"
"Just curious I guess."
Stephanie smiled. "Now can I ask you something?"
Rob looked at her warily. "Sure."
"Are you going to win tonight?"
"I'm going to try."
"You're not going to win anything with an attitude like that." Stephanie instructed with a grin. "I know you're going to win, and now you need to know that you're going to win."
Rob smiled for the first time in a couple of days. "You're right, I am going to win."
{When they say
{You're not that strong
{Well you're not that weak
{It's not your fault
Booker T is coming at ya next!