WWE Spring Break in Cancun
Chapter 3
Sun burnt Slutts and Steph's Suffering
Day 1 (wrap up) & Day 2
By- onthaedge487 & live4thaxtreme
Disclaimer- We don't own anyone in this freaking story cause we're broke as hell.
"WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL?! AHHHH! GET THAT RAINBOW HAIRED, SKITTLE EATING JABRONI AWAY FROM THE ROCK! THE PEOPLE'S BATHING SUIT! IT'S RUINED! THE ROCK IS GONNA KICK YOUR CANDY ASS!" Rock shrieked, looking down at the fresh vomit on his bathing suit. He grabbed Jeff by the neck, seemingly about to strangle him.
"Ah, don't kill him Rock, cause if you kill Jeff my dad'll kill me. Plus, who will I tag team with?" Matt asked smiling as he pulled the Rock off the now purple Jeff.
"No Rock, don't kill him. I'll take a crack at it, since I'm a LIVING LEGEND, AND I DON'T APPRECIATE AN ASSCLOWN LIKE HIM THROWING UP ALL OVER ME! SAY YOUR PRAYERS JUNIOR!" Jericho roared, getting up from his position on the ground. He grabbed an ill Jeff by the legs, and flipped him over, putting Jeff into his very painful submission maneuver, the Walls of Jericho.
"Damn, if his legs break I'm gonna be in big trouble with Vince, and in even bigger trouble with dad!" Matt mumbled nervously. He then without hesitation, pulled Jericho off Jeff then quickly grabbed him him off the beach.
For the rest of the day, everyone did their own thing. Edge and Christian scanned the beach for "scorch cakes" to pick up, or at least they tried. Austin spent the night in a local bar, getting drunk, what else? He spent every penny he had and got completely hammered. Hurricane spent the day jumping off very high rocks so he could learn how to fly, but failed and (to everyone's surprise) only suffered several sprains, a few broken fingers, and a concussion. The divas (minus Lita) spent the entire day in the sun, but forgot one important item.
SUNSCREEN! The divas are now suffering from terrible sunburn, so bad that they can hardly move, and look like dried up tomatoes.
Well, if you're wondering about Stephanie, she still hasn't returned from her 'party' with Big Show. Although there was an extremely high pitched shriek coming from Big Show's hotel room that could be heard for at least a mile. Lita, who still hadn't forgiven Kurt for taking her, thong, decided to give him a little payback. She went to his hotel room and stole all his thongs, and then burned them on the beach. When Kurt found out he had a fit and went back to his room in tears. The Rock and Y2J, both went back to their rooms to clean up, swearing they were going to kick Jeff's ass. Finally, Matt had reached the hotel room just in time for Jeff to once again puke.
"Damn, Jeff you're puking again? How much can one person puke? That's like the 7th time! Oh, no not on the rug Jeff! Damnit! I'm not paying for that!" Matt mumbled, catching a glimpse of Jeff vomiting all over the very expensive carpet.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to . . ." Jeff managed to choke out before he could finish he leaned over and hurled in a nearby plant. Matt then cautiously led Jeff to the bathroom in total disgust.
*The next morning *
Stephanie woke up with a giant arm across her stomach. She looked around the hotel room, completely unaware of where she was.
"What the hell?" Stephanie whispered, trying to move the giant arm off of her. She looked over to see who the arm belonged to and nearly screamed. "Oh my god! I though it was just a terrible, horrible nightmare! It really happened! I actually slept with that smelly giant!" She whispered, and finally was able to pull the sleeping Big Show's arm off her.
"Snore, grumble, snore, grumble, drool." Big Show grumbled, in a deep sleep.
"Oh no. Where the hell is my designer jacket? I have to find it! It cost like $700!" Stephanie screeched, and scanned the room. She noticed the sleeve sticking out from under Big Show. "Shit. I'll never be able to get it from under that ton of lard!" Stephanie exclaimed, then proceeded to try as hard as she could to get her jacket from under the Big Show. She pulled and pulled yet it was totally hopeless. Just as she was about to give it one last pull, the sleeping Big Show let *ahem* a huge bomb drop. The stench filled the room, nearly knocking the unexpecting Stephanie over. She quickly ran out of the room as fast as she could.
*In the hallway*
"What the hell is that smell?! Oh my god it's terrible!" Y2J said, making a face and covering his nose. Just then a faint Stephanie, completely oblivious to where she was, ran into him.
"Hey, watch where you're . . ." She warned, trailing off weakly. Stephanie pulled herself up from the floor with absolutely no help Jericho.
"Oh, that answers my question; you're the person giving off that awful, disgusting smell!" Jericho smirked.
"Shut up Jericho! I have had the worst night EVER! It's your entire fault! Stephanie shrieked, as tears welled up in her eyes. Jericho rolled his eyes at the pitiful site before him.
"Oh really Princess? I'm sure you didn't disappoint a paying costumer! Tell the LIVING LEGEND CHRIS JERICHO what happened. I've been dyeing to know." Y2J prodded with that same impish smirk showcased on his face.
"Why should I tell you? You won't give me any sympathy! Oh, and I'm just lucky to be alive! He could have crushed me! Or, I could have died from lack of oxygen from the horrible smell of his fucking fart!" Stephanie snapped, as tears flooded down her cheeks. She desperately tried to wipe them from her face; she didn't want her mascara to run, not like this day could get any worse. Maybe she just didn't want Jericho to see her cry, but that sure wasn't working, as more tears poured out of her eyes.
"EW! HE FARTED? That's gross! I'm surprised you're alive! Plus, you could've always suffocated him with your humungous boobs! Jericho exclaimed, with surprise. He almost (almost being the key word) felt sorry for Steph. He shook any thoughts of actually feeling sympathy towards her out of his head.
"That's it, I need to go to the bar and get myself so drunk I won't remember this AWEFUL incident." Stephanie said, as she turned to walk down the foul smelling hall.
"There's a bar here?" Y2J asked, with a totally clueless expression.
He then shrugged and bolted down the hall after her.
*Meanwhile*
Kurt sat in his room sulking. His thongs were gone, all gone. All thanks to the evil Lita. He wiped the tears from his eyes and started to devise a plan as to how he'd make her pay.
"Oh, she'll pay! It's true, it's true! No one embarrasses the OLYMPIC HERO KURT ANGLE like that and gets away with it! OHH, IT'S TRUE, IT'S DAMN TRUE! My thongs! I still can't believe she took ALL my thongs! I look SO much better in a thong than she does!" Angle whined as he sullenly looked at his empty thong draw. Looking at the draw apparently began to bring back some old memories, and soon our Olympic Hero was hyper ventilating, and shaking wildly. "Breathe in breathe out, breathe in breathe out. I better stop at the store; I'm going to need a lot of milk for this." Angle said, then grabbed a paper bag and breathed into it to calm himself. A dorky smile soon spread on his face.
*Meanwhile*
Five very red and unhappy divas were lounging by the pool area all covered up in robes. They were extremely embarrassed of their sun burns and couldn't move very much.
"Ow! This hurts so much! I'm as red as a lobster!" Stacy whined, as she attempted to move from her lying position in her beach chair.
"I know, we look disgusting!" Torrie agreed, with an apparent look of disgust on her face.
"Good golly, I can't even move! It hurts way too much!" Molly added, a pained look on her face.
"Grrrrrr. I can't believe this. It's your entire fault! Now would you all quit complaining and suck it up!" Jazz growled, pointing a menacing finger at the other divas. They all seemed a bit frightened by Jazz's presence.
"It's not our fault! We didn't ask to be blonde! Oh, these robes are so warm! I'm dying out here!" Trish moaned, shifting uncomfortably.
"I don't care how bad I look; I'm going to remove the robe. It's just too hot out." Stacy declared. She then proceeded to try as hard as she could to get her arm out of her sleeve, and only to cry out in pain.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Stacy!" Torrie warned, shaking her head.
"Hey, look, it's RVD! Maybe he can help you take off your robe, because none of us can. HEY ROB! OVER HERE!" Trish yelled, waving him over frantically, which in turn caused her much pain.
"Um, what are you? I mean who are you?" RVD asked, looking at the divas like they were aliens.
"Gee whiz RVD, it's us, Molly, Trish, Torrie, Stacy, and um, Jazz. Don't you recognize us?" Molly replied, giving him a questioning look.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS? DAMN, YOU GOTTA BE JOKING! YOU GUYS LOOK LIKE GAINT TOMATOES! I MAY BE HIGH, BUT YOU STILL CAN'T PULL THE WOOL OVER MY EYES! RVD yelled, his blood shot eyes practically popping out of his head.
"Look Rob, it's really us. We had an incident, and forgot to use sun block and this is what happened." Trish informed, pointing to her bright red face. "We need your help. We can't move much and Stacy wants to take off her robe because she's extremely warm. That's where you come in."
"Oookay, but it's not contagious, is it?" Rob asked, taking a few cautious steps back.
"GEE WHIZ, IT'S JUST A SUN BURN! GET OVER IT! NOW HELP STACY BEFORE SHE POPS A BLOOD VESSEL TRYING TO GET THAT F*CKING ROBE OFF!" Molly yelled, getting extremely frustrated with the whole situation. She then passed out in shock over the fact that she had raised her voice in anger, and committed one of the deadliest sins . . . she swore.
"Whatever. That's cool, I think." RVD said, loosing his cool, calm and collected demeanor. He hesitantly began to help Stacy take off her robe. Underneath reveled a bright (can't stress that enough) red Stacy in a bikini bathing suit.
"OW! Wow that hurt! Thanks Rob, I feel so much better! I felt like I was in an oven when I was wearing that." Stacy exclaimed, pointing to the robe, not noticing RVD had run away screaming when he had seen what she had looked like after the robe had disposed of. "RVD, do you mind putting some lotion on me? RVD? RVD? Where did he go?" She asked, turning her sore neck ever so slightly.
"He took one look at what was under that robe, he ran away screaming for his momma! Do me a favor and put that robe back on!" Jazz advised harshly.
A/N- Sorry this chap was so bleh! We tried to include as many people as we possibly could which amounted to a kinda boring chap. Hopefully the next chap will be more enjoyable, so bare with us, we're trying! PLEASE READ & REVIEW! We'll give you cookies if you do! Chocolate chip cookies . . . yum, yum!
Chapter 3
Sun burnt Slutts and Steph's Suffering
Day 1 (wrap up) & Day 2
By- onthaedge487 & live4thaxtreme
Disclaimer- We don't own anyone in this freaking story cause we're broke as hell.
"WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL?! AHHHH! GET THAT RAINBOW HAIRED, SKITTLE EATING JABRONI AWAY FROM THE ROCK! THE PEOPLE'S BATHING SUIT! IT'S RUINED! THE ROCK IS GONNA KICK YOUR CANDY ASS!" Rock shrieked, looking down at the fresh vomit on his bathing suit. He grabbed Jeff by the neck, seemingly about to strangle him.
"Ah, don't kill him Rock, cause if you kill Jeff my dad'll kill me. Plus, who will I tag team with?" Matt asked smiling as he pulled the Rock off the now purple Jeff.
"No Rock, don't kill him. I'll take a crack at it, since I'm a LIVING LEGEND, AND I DON'T APPRECIATE AN ASSCLOWN LIKE HIM THROWING UP ALL OVER ME! SAY YOUR PRAYERS JUNIOR!" Jericho roared, getting up from his position on the ground. He grabbed an ill Jeff by the legs, and flipped him over, putting Jeff into his very painful submission maneuver, the Walls of Jericho.
"Damn, if his legs break I'm gonna be in big trouble with Vince, and in even bigger trouble with dad!" Matt mumbled nervously. He then without hesitation, pulled Jericho off Jeff then quickly grabbed him him off the beach.
For the rest of the day, everyone did their own thing. Edge and Christian scanned the beach for "scorch cakes" to pick up, or at least they tried. Austin spent the night in a local bar, getting drunk, what else? He spent every penny he had and got completely hammered. Hurricane spent the day jumping off very high rocks so he could learn how to fly, but failed and (to everyone's surprise) only suffered several sprains, a few broken fingers, and a concussion. The divas (minus Lita) spent the entire day in the sun, but forgot one important item.
SUNSCREEN! The divas are now suffering from terrible sunburn, so bad that they can hardly move, and look like dried up tomatoes.
Well, if you're wondering about Stephanie, she still hasn't returned from her 'party' with Big Show. Although there was an extremely high pitched shriek coming from Big Show's hotel room that could be heard for at least a mile. Lita, who still hadn't forgiven Kurt for taking her, thong, decided to give him a little payback. She went to his hotel room and stole all his thongs, and then burned them on the beach. When Kurt found out he had a fit and went back to his room in tears. The Rock and Y2J, both went back to their rooms to clean up, swearing they were going to kick Jeff's ass. Finally, Matt had reached the hotel room just in time for Jeff to once again puke.
"Damn, Jeff you're puking again? How much can one person puke? That's like the 7th time! Oh, no not on the rug Jeff! Damnit! I'm not paying for that!" Matt mumbled, catching a glimpse of Jeff vomiting all over the very expensive carpet.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to . . ." Jeff managed to choke out before he could finish he leaned over and hurled in a nearby plant. Matt then cautiously led Jeff to the bathroom in total disgust.
*The next morning *
Stephanie woke up with a giant arm across her stomach. She looked around the hotel room, completely unaware of where she was.
"What the hell?" Stephanie whispered, trying to move the giant arm off of her. She looked over to see who the arm belonged to and nearly screamed. "Oh my god! I though it was just a terrible, horrible nightmare! It really happened! I actually slept with that smelly giant!" She whispered, and finally was able to pull the sleeping Big Show's arm off her.
"Snore, grumble, snore, grumble, drool." Big Show grumbled, in a deep sleep.
"Oh no. Where the hell is my designer jacket? I have to find it! It cost like $700!" Stephanie screeched, and scanned the room. She noticed the sleeve sticking out from under Big Show. "Shit. I'll never be able to get it from under that ton of lard!" Stephanie exclaimed, then proceeded to try as hard as she could to get her jacket from under the Big Show. She pulled and pulled yet it was totally hopeless. Just as she was about to give it one last pull, the sleeping Big Show let *ahem* a huge bomb drop. The stench filled the room, nearly knocking the unexpecting Stephanie over. She quickly ran out of the room as fast as she could.
*In the hallway*
"What the hell is that smell?! Oh my god it's terrible!" Y2J said, making a face and covering his nose. Just then a faint Stephanie, completely oblivious to where she was, ran into him.
"Hey, watch where you're . . ." She warned, trailing off weakly. Stephanie pulled herself up from the floor with absolutely no help Jericho.
"Oh, that answers my question; you're the person giving off that awful, disgusting smell!" Jericho smirked.
"Shut up Jericho! I have had the worst night EVER! It's your entire fault! Stephanie shrieked, as tears welled up in her eyes. Jericho rolled his eyes at the pitiful site before him.
"Oh really Princess? I'm sure you didn't disappoint a paying costumer! Tell the LIVING LEGEND CHRIS JERICHO what happened. I've been dyeing to know." Y2J prodded with that same impish smirk showcased on his face.
"Why should I tell you? You won't give me any sympathy! Oh, and I'm just lucky to be alive! He could have crushed me! Or, I could have died from lack of oxygen from the horrible smell of his fucking fart!" Stephanie snapped, as tears flooded down her cheeks. She desperately tried to wipe them from her face; she didn't want her mascara to run, not like this day could get any worse. Maybe she just didn't want Jericho to see her cry, but that sure wasn't working, as more tears poured out of her eyes.
"EW! HE FARTED? That's gross! I'm surprised you're alive! Plus, you could've always suffocated him with your humungous boobs! Jericho exclaimed, with surprise. He almost (almost being the key word) felt sorry for Steph. He shook any thoughts of actually feeling sympathy towards her out of his head.
"That's it, I need to go to the bar and get myself so drunk I won't remember this AWEFUL incident." Stephanie said, as she turned to walk down the foul smelling hall.
"There's a bar here?" Y2J asked, with a totally clueless expression.
He then shrugged and bolted down the hall after her.
*Meanwhile*
Kurt sat in his room sulking. His thongs were gone, all gone. All thanks to the evil Lita. He wiped the tears from his eyes and started to devise a plan as to how he'd make her pay.
"Oh, she'll pay! It's true, it's true! No one embarrasses the OLYMPIC HERO KURT ANGLE like that and gets away with it! OHH, IT'S TRUE, IT'S DAMN TRUE! My thongs! I still can't believe she took ALL my thongs! I look SO much better in a thong than she does!" Angle whined as he sullenly looked at his empty thong draw. Looking at the draw apparently began to bring back some old memories, and soon our Olympic Hero was hyper ventilating, and shaking wildly. "Breathe in breathe out, breathe in breathe out. I better stop at the store; I'm going to need a lot of milk for this." Angle said, then grabbed a paper bag and breathed into it to calm himself. A dorky smile soon spread on his face.
*Meanwhile*
Five very red and unhappy divas were lounging by the pool area all covered up in robes. They were extremely embarrassed of their sun burns and couldn't move very much.
"Ow! This hurts so much! I'm as red as a lobster!" Stacy whined, as she attempted to move from her lying position in her beach chair.
"I know, we look disgusting!" Torrie agreed, with an apparent look of disgust on her face.
"Good golly, I can't even move! It hurts way too much!" Molly added, a pained look on her face.
"Grrrrrr. I can't believe this. It's your entire fault! Now would you all quit complaining and suck it up!" Jazz growled, pointing a menacing finger at the other divas. They all seemed a bit frightened by Jazz's presence.
"It's not our fault! We didn't ask to be blonde! Oh, these robes are so warm! I'm dying out here!" Trish moaned, shifting uncomfortably.
"I don't care how bad I look; I'm going to remove the robe. It's just too hot out." Stacy declared. She then proceeded to try as hard as she could to get her arm out of her sleeve, and only to cry out in pain.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Stacy!" Torrie warned, shaking her head.
"Hey, look, it's RVD! Maybe he can help you take off your robe, because none of us can. HEY ROB! OVER HERE!" Trish yelled, waving him over frantically, which in turn caused her much pain.
"Um, what are you? I mean who are you?" RVD asked, looking at the divas like they were aliens.
"Gee whiz RVD, it's us, Molly, Trish, Torrie, Stacy, and um, Jazz. Don't you recognize us?" Molly replied, giving him a questioning look.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS? DAMN, YOU GOTTA BE JOKING! YOU GUYS LOOK LIKE GAINT TOMATOES! I MAY BE HIGH, BUT YOU STILL CAN'T PULL THE WOOL OVER MY EYES! RVD yelled, his blood shot eyes practically popping out of his head.
"Look Rob, it's really us. We had an incident, and forgot to use sun block and this is what happened." Trish informed, pointing to her bright red face. "We need your help. We can't move much and Stacy wants to take off her robe because she's extremely warm. That's where you come in."
"Oookay, but it's not contagious, is it?" Rob asked, taking a few cautious steps back.
"GEE WHIZ, IT'S JUST A SUN BURN! GET OVER IT! NOW HELP STACY BEFORE SHE POPS A BLOOD VESSEL TRYING TO GET THAT F*CKING ROBE OFF!" Molly yelled, getting extremely frustrated with the whole situation. She then passed out in shock over the fact that she had raised her voice in anger, and committed one of the deadliest sins . . . she swore.
"Whatever. That's cool, I think." RVD said, loosing his cool, calm and collected demeanor. He hesitantly began to help Stacy take off her robe. Underneath reveled a bright (can't stress that enough) red Stacy in a bikini bathing suit.
"OW! Wow that hurt! Thanks Rob, I feel so much better! I felt like I was in an oven when I was wearing that." Stacy exclaimed, pointing to the robe, not noticing RVD had run away screaming when he had seen what she had looked like after the robe had disposed of. "RVD, do you mind putting some lotion on me? RVD? RVD? Where did he go?" She asked, turning her sore neck ever so slightly.
"He took one look at what was under that robe, he ran away screaming for his momma! Do me a favor and put that robe back on!" Jazz advised harshly.
A/N- Sorry this chap was so bleh! We tried to include as many people as we possibly could which amounted to a kinda boring chap. Hopefully the next chap will be more enjoyable, so bare with us, we're trying! PLEASE READ & REVIEW! We'll give you cookies if you do! Chocolate chip cookies . . . yum, yum!