Disclaimer: Dude Love: I know there's been a big delay to this chapter,
well, it wasn't Jazzmaster's fault, it was Mr Socko's!
Mr Socko: Shut up you are nothing more than a puppet.
Dude Love: Jazzmaster still does not own me or any other WWE characters! Anywho, chapter 2 is here and the third chapter will be up quite soon after.
Mr Socko: This story sucks Mick, like you do.
Dude Love: Enjoy!
Kurt was still in McMahon's office with a look of sheer disbelief on his face.
"Vince, I'm not sure you understand the situation - I'm an Olympic gold medallist!" emphasised Kurt.
"YOU'RE the one who doesn't understand - You're fired!" yelled Vince. Security arrived and removed Kurt from the building. Head of security Nailz made sure Kurt didn't cause any more trouble before heading off to his job as a prison guard where he made sure mad criminal Big Bossman didn't escape in order to have a nightstick match with him again.
Angle sat outside wondering how WWE had changed so much in such a short time. More importantly, how had everyone forgotten him? He was wondering what to do when a limo pulled up and the driver signalled for him to get in. Kurt hopped in the back and saw none other than Jerry Lawler, dressed as a jester and looking more miserable than normal.
"King?" asked Angle.
"No, I was sent by his royal highness to take you to the palace. I'm Jester Jerry Lawler."
The limo began moving as Kurt began explaining to Lawler who he was.
"...and that's how I retained my title in the six man hell in the cell at Armageddon..."
"Okay, we're here, thank goodness," muttered Lawler.
They got out and headed up the steps of the palace as Kurt told the story of how he won the WWE title for the second time. After a short walk they arrived at the throne room. JR was sitting on the throne with a crown on his head.
"Here's the guy you asked me to fetch, King," said Jerry.
Angle looked around, his expression saying "What the heck?"
JR nodded and dismissed Jerry, who bowed and walked away.
"Okay mister, what's going on? I want answers!" demanded Kurt.
"I know what's happened Kurt. GTV cameras saw you coming out from under the ring."
"GTV? I thought that was replaced by F-View? Who was behind it anyway?"
"It was RAW's number one guy, Godfather. Godfather TV. But that's not important Kurt. You've been transported into another reality. This is like an alternate world to you. I brought you here so I could help you get back home."
"Is that why no-one remembers me?"
"That's right Kurt. In this world you're nothing more than a pizza delivery boy. Although the latest issue of "Pizza-delivery monthly" claims that you're the best pizza delivery boy in the business."
"That's horrible! How do I get back to my own reality?"
"Well, you can't just crawl back under the ring."
"Why not?"
"It could send you to any number of alternate realities. Maybe one so bad that Maven is world champion."
"Anything but that!"
At this point Mick Foley walked into the royal chamber.
"If it were done when it is done, then it were well it were done quickly...what, you egg, young fry of treachery..."
Angle turned around and squinted at Foley.
"What the heck is he talking about?" asked Kurt.
JR waved Foley out of the room.
"He's this world's equivalent of your Shakespeare," said JR.
"What are we talking about Shakespeare for? Last time I checked HE didn't have any Olympic gold medals," said Kurt.
"Mick Foley has Olympic gold. He won a medal in gymnastics."
"Oh for crying out loud. I have to get out of this world! What can I do?"
"There's only one way Kurt. You have to go see the wizard.
"Who?"
Now Booker T, Kevin Nash and Chris Jericho come in and line up in front of King JR.
"We're off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of the WWE! Because because because because... because...um.. because..." they sang.
"Just follow the yellow brick road Kurt!" shouted JR as Angle ran out of the palace.
Kurt ran down the yellow brick road as fast as his legs would carry him. On his way, a witch stepped out in front of him. Her name was Ivory, and she was liked by no-one. She waved a purple veil in front of Kurt's face.
"Get out of my freakin' way!" yelled Kurt.
"Be my friend! Love me! Loooooovvvvee meeeeee..." she reached out to try and grab him but Kurt leapt out of the way and Angle-Slammed her on the yellow-brick road. Then he locked in the ankle-lock until she tapped out and crawled away.
With that obstacle removed he continued his journey until a lion leapt out onto the road.
"Arrgh! Don't eat me!" begged Kurt. He got down on his knees and started crying. When nothing happened to him, he looked up and saw what the lion really was. "Wait a minute - you're not a lion. You're Brock Lesnar dressed up as a lion! What the heck do you think you're doing?"
Lesnar started shaking violently.
"Please don't hurt me. I... dressed up as a lion to try and make myself braver, but it doesn't work. I'm still so afraid."
"Whatever. Bye!" said Kurt before moving to get past him.
"Wait! Please take me to see the wizard. He can make me the next big thing." said Lesnar, grabbing on to Kurt's leg.
"Fine, if you let go of my leg right now you can come," said Kurt.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" said Lesnar while jumping up and down. Angle ran off. "Hey, wait up Kurt!"
To be continued...
Mr Socko: Shut up you are nothing more than a puppet.
Dude Love: Jazzmaster still does not own me or any other WWE characters! Anywho, chapter 2 is here and the third chapter will be up quite soon after.
Mr Socko: This story sucks Mick, like you do.
Dude Love: Enjoy!
Kurt was still in McMahon's office with a look of sheer disbelief on his face.
"Vince, I'm not sure you understand the situation - I'm an Olympic gold medallist!" emphasised Kurt.
"YOU'RE the one who doesn't understand - You're fired!" yelled Vince. Security arrived and removed Kurt from the building. Head of security Nailz made sure Kurt didn't cause any more trouble before heading off to his job as a prison guard where he made sure mad criminal Big Bossman didn't escape in order to have a nightstick match with him again.
Angle sat outside wondering how WWE had changed so much in such a short time. More importantly, how had everyone forgotten him? He was wondering what to do when a limo pulled up and the driver signalled for him to get in. Kurt hopped in the back and saw none other than Jerry Lawler, dressed as a jester and looking more miserable than normal.
"King?" asked Angle.
"No, I was sent by his royal highness to take you to the palace. I'm Jester Jerry Lawler."
The limo began moving as Kurt began explaining to Lawler who he was.
"...and that's how I retained my title in the six man hell in the cell at Armageddon..."
"Okay, we're here, thank goodness," muttered Lawler.
They got out and headed up the steps of the palace as Kurt told the story of how he won the WWE title for the second time. After a short walk they arrived at the throne room. JR was sitting on the throne with a crown on his head.
"Here's the guy you asked me to fetch, King," said Jerry.
Angle looked around, his expression saying "What the heck?"
JR nodded and dismissed Jerry, who bowed and walked away.
"Okay mister, what's going on? I want answers!" demanded Kurt.
"I know what's happened Kurt. GTV cameras saw you coming out from under the ring."
"GTV? I thought that was replaced by F-View? Who was behind it anyway?"
"It was RAW's number one guy, Godfather. Godfather TV. But that's not important Kurt. You've been transported into another reality. This is like an alternate world to you. I brought you here so I could help you get back home."
"Is that why no-one remembers me?"
"That's right Kurt. In this world you're nothing more than a pizza delivery boy. Although the latest issue of "Pizza-delivery monthly" claims that you're the best pizza delivery boy in the business."
"That's horrible! How do I get back to my own reality?"
"Well, you can't just crawl back under the ring."
"Why not?"
"It could send you to any number of alternate realities. Maybe one so bad that Maven is world champion."
"Anything but that!"
At this point Mick Foley walked into the royal chamber.
"If it were done when it is done, then it were well it were done quickly...what, you egg, young fry of treachery..."
Angle turned around and squinted at Foley.
"What the heck is he talking about?" asked Kurt.
JR waved Foley out of the room.
"He's this world's equivalent of your Shakespeare," said JR.
"What are we talking about Shakespeare for? Last time I checked HE didn't have any Olympic gold medals," said Kurt.
"Mick Foley has Olympic gold. He won a medal in gymnastics."
"Oh for crying out loud. I have to get out of this world! What can I do?"
"There's only one way Kurt. You have to go see the wizard.
"Who?"
Now Booker T, Kevin Nash and Chris Jericho come in and line up in front of King JR.
"We're off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of the WWE! Because because because because... because...um.. because..." they sang.
"Just follow the yellow brick road Kurt!" shouted JR as Angle ran out of the palace.
Kurt ran down the yellow brick road as fast as his legs would carry him. On his way, a witch stepped out in front of him. Her name was Ivory, and she was liked by no-one. She waved a purple veil in front of Kurt's face.
"Get out of my freakin' way!" yelled Kurt.
"Be my friend! Love me! Loooooovvvvee meeeeee..." she reached out to try and grab him but Kurt leapt out of the way and Angle-Slammed her on the yellow-brick road. Then he locked in the ankle-lock until she tapped out and crawled away.
With that obstacle removed he continued his journey until a lion leapt out onto the road.
"Arrgh! Don't eat me!" begged Kurt. He got down on his knees and started crying. When nothing happened to him, he looked up and saw what the lion really was. "Wait a minute - you're not a lion. You're Brock Lesnar dressed up as a lion! What the heck do you think you're doing?"
Lesnar started shaking violently.
"Please don't hurt me. I... dressed up as a lion to try and make myself braver, but it doesn't work. I'm still so afraid."
"Whatever. Bye!" said Kurt before moving to get past him.
"Wait! Please take me to see the wizard. He can make me the next big thing." said Lesnar, grabbing on to Kurt's leg.
"Fine, if you let go of my leg right now you can come," said Kurt.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" said Lesnar while jumping up and down. Angle ran off. "Hey, wait up Kurt!"
To be continued...