WWE Spring Break in Cancun
Chapter 4
Angle's Audacious Plan & the Bangin' Bar
Day 2 (still)
By- onthaedge487 & live4thaxtreme
Disclaimer- U know the drill.
At the local grocery store, Angle roamed the dairy aisle searching for the best nutrient filled milk.
"DARN IT, WHERE THE FRIGDE IS THE MILK?" Kurt yelled, desperately spinning in circles. He stumbled around, until he pointed into someone. "Oooo, look at all the purdy duckies!" Angle exclaimed looking up at the 'duckies' which had resulted from spinning too fast, just as the employee cleared his throat.
"Um . . . sir the milk is right in front of you." The employee said, pointing directly in front of Angle.
"Oh, I knew that darn it." Kurt blushed, as he hastily puts as many cartons of milk as his carriage would hold.
"Damn, I guess you like milk, but you know they cost 10 bucks a carton . . . right?" The employee asked, smirking at the now fuming 'Olympic Hero'.
"I'M AN OLYMPIC HERO AND I SHOULDN'T PAY THAT MUCH MONEY FOR A CARTON OF JOY, I MIGHT AS WELL GO BACK HOME AND MILK MY COW! THEY SHOULD PAY ME TO BUY THEIR MILK!" Angle shouted, angrily taking his carriage to the check-out counter.
"That's one f*cked up bald-headed freak." The employee mused, shaking his head. At the check-out counter, Angle waited impatiently as there was 26 people in front of him.
"Hey, are you Kurt Angle?" Some random child asked with a gleam of hope in his eye.
"Why of course, it's true it's true." Angle answered as he puffed out his chest with pride.
"Do you know The Rock, Hogan, Edge, Hardyz, people like that?" The kid asked eagerly. Kurt's face turned sour at hearing the list of names.
"Who gives a darn about them? Don't you have any other questions for your Olympic hero?"
"Is your head cold now that Edge shaved you bald as a melon? By the way Edge so totally reeks of awesomeness."
"WHAT THE HECK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? MY HEAD DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A FREAKING MELON! FOR YOUR INFORMATION I WOULD HAVE BEATEN EDGE 1-2-3 CAUSE HE JUST PLAIN REEKS! AND I'M NOT BALD! I HAVE REGROWN ALL OF MY HAIR!" Angle screamed, as he adjusted his wig. At this point Kurt so perturbed he was practically throwing a fit.
"YOU SUCK!" The child declared loudly, and proceed to kick Kurt in the leg as hard as he possibly can.
"OW! WHY YOU LITTLE! I DON'T SUCK! I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT!" Kurt shrieked. He was about to get his revenge on the kid when he realizes it's his turn to check out. It takes about 30 minutes for him to get all of his milk paid for and into his rental car.
"That EVIL Lita WILL pay! Mwahahahahaha!" Angle cackled, on his way back to the hotel.
*Meanwhile*
We find Austin surrounded by beer cans at the local bar. Just then two tall men walk in and sit on either side of Austin.
"DAMN. That's a lot of beer." Faarooq exclaimed, eyeing the empty cans surrounding Austin.
"Hey, I got an idea. How bout the three of us have a beer guzzling contest?" Bradshaw suggested as he ordered another round of beers for everyone.
"Beer? What? Got beer? I said got beer?" Austin muttered, as his ears perked up at hearing the word 'beer'.
"Don't worry about that, we got plenty of beer." Faarooq assured him.
The men then guzzled several rounds of beer, and they became very, very drunk, and nearly passed out.
"I, *hiccup* . . . won, *hiccup* . . . again! What? Hiccup . . . I said I won again! What?" Austin slurred all his words and nearly fell off his stool. Just then a very red Molly Holly walked into the bar, and took a seat next to Faarooq.
"Hello, everyone, it's a pleasure seeing you here. I'm rather thirsty, but I don't drink alcohol. I never have in my entire life. What nonalcoholic drink do you suggest?" Molly asked innocently, as she looked to each very, very drunk man.
"Don't worry, we'll get ya something." Bradshaw promised as he ordered another round of beers for them all "By the way, what the hell is wrong with your skin? It's so damn red!" He exclaimed, handing her a beer, which he told her was a special kind of juice.
"Um, it's a really bad sun burn. Gee golly gosh, I've put so much lotion on I can move my arms a bit."
"Good, then you'll be able to be in our guzzling contest. It's a contest to see who can drink the be- I mean substance the fastest." Faarooq said correcting himself in mid-sentence.
"Well, that sounds like fun. Just remember, it's just a game, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose." Molly told the group, giving them an innocent look. With that they all picked up their glasses of beer, and on the count of three drank it.
"Goodness gracious that was delicious! What was that exactly? Can I have some more?" Molly asked as she finished her beer in a gulp, while Austin, Farooq, & Bradshaw were only halfway done.
"WHAT?" The three men asked in shock, spewing beer everywhere, and soaking the bartender who was standing in front of them at the bar.
"Hey, that was a new shirt!" The bartender exclaimed brushing himself off. The disgruntled man walked a way in search of a napkin.
"DAMN! Are you telling us that you finished all that beer in less than a few seconds! That means that you beat all of us!" Faarooq stated, shock apparent in his voice.
"WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!" Austin yelled, his eyes bulging in alarm.
"Gee golly gosh, I was thirsty. Did you nice fellas' say that I just drank beer?!" Molly asked, her voice trembling a bit.
"HELL YEAH! Let's have anther round! What? I will beat you! And that's the bottom line cause Stone Cold said so!"
"Well, I suppose so. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have just one more. Okey dokey!" Molly agreed as Bradshaw ordered another round of beers, all in pursuit to guzzle faster than Molly.
Meanwhile a few seats down sat a cranky, and drunken Stephanie, and an amused Y2J. "Will you please, *hiccup*, just leave me alone!" Stephanie shrieked at Y2J who had been annoying her all day.
"Ow, would you please shut the hell up?! Jericho winced from her shrieking. "Anyway, why would I want to leave you alone? You're sooooo much fun to torture! It's so much fun to watch a skanky little daddy's girl feeling sorry for herself. It's good entertainment." He said grinning devilishly.
"Shut up Jericho. Bartender, gemmie another one." Steph ordered, raising her shot glass to the bartender, who slide her another drink.
"Hey Jericho! Come an' join us! What? I said join us. We're guzzlin'! What? I said we're guzzlin'." Austin informed, looking over at Y2J, who sat a few seats down from them. Austin nearly fell off his stool due to the fact he was incredibly drunk.
"UM, I guess so. I mean, there's NEVER any fun without the LARGER THAN LIFE LIVING LEGEND, KING OF THE WORLD, CHRIS JERICHO around, now is there?" Y2J agreed, leaving a drunken, nearly passed out Steph to join Austin, APA, and Molly Holly.
"Good golly Miss Molly! Is that beer you're drinking? Have you been put up to this? Fear not, Citizen Molly, cause Hurricane's here to save the day!" Hurricane said heroically as he hobbled over on his crutch and looking at Molly in sheer shock.
"Leave me alone, hiccup, I don't need any hiccup, help, I'm just fine, I like beer it hiccup, tastes good! Now go away, hiccup, I gotta beat these losers at there own hiccup game of guzzling! BUUUUUUUUUUURP!" Molly said, slurring all her words and belched right in Hurricane's face.
"Nice one Molly! I think you belch louder than Austin! I didn't think ya had it in ya!" Y2J congratulated, patting her forcefully on the back.
After several guzzling contests, all of them being won by Molly by the way, caused Y2J to have a fit, and go into mass hysterics. Soon they all passed out at the bar, along with a passed out Stephanie a few seats down.
Meanwhile in a different part of the bar . . .
"Dude, we're SO totally reeking of awesomeness tonight!" Christian exclaimed excitedly.
"I know dude, just like every other night. We're like SO totally the hottest guys here!" Edge said, looking at himself in a mirror, before passing it to Christian.
"Hey, why don't you guys have a friendly competition? What? I said friendly competition. Hmmm . . . let's see, oh, how bout, whoever drinks more beers in 10 minutes wins, and the loser has to pay the bill, annnnnnnnnd has to run around outside in his birthday suit. What? I said birthday suit." Stone Cold suggested, some how sobering a little, and coming over to the brothers wanting to start trouble.
"Friendly competition huh? I'm in, and reeking of coolness as always. How bout you Edge? Or are you sacred your baby bro is SO totally going to kick your bootay!" Christian said, flashing Edge a smile.
"I'm in, don't worry lil bro." Edge laughed, flashing Christian a smile of his own.
"I'll keep the time on my trusty watch." Austin stated, holding his ear to his beloved watch. After they stocked up on beer, they were ready for their 'friendly' competition.
"Ready, set, go." Austin yelled quickly. Both Edge and Christian began to chug down the beer as fast as they could, both wanting to beat the other.
*10 Minutes Later*
"Do you know what my watch is telling me? It's telling me time is up." Austin said his ear still to his watch. With that E&C stopped drinking and Austin counted the amount of beers each man drank. "We have a winner. What? I said we have a winner! Edge, you won, what? I said Edge won. Christian you gotta pay the bill, and unfortunately run round in ya birthday suit."
"Well dude, at least it's warm out, and nice weather for a jog." Edge laughed, nearly falling to the ground.
"WHAT? HOW COULD I HAVE LOST! HE MUST HAVE CHEATED! ARE YOU SURE YOU COUNTED RIGHT? YOU SO TOTALLY CHEATED EDGE! I'M TELLING GRANDMA EDNA ON YOU! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MOMMY!" Christian begins to cry and throws a tantrum in the middle of the bar, as people stare in shock.
"Like dude, I so totally didn't cheat. You can be such a dorkchop sometimes. If you want I'll get the bill, and for all our sakes, keep your clothes on." Edge said getting out his wallet. He looked ashamedly at Christian who was now sucking his thumb.
"Okay." Christian whispered, wiping his face. They had some more beers to calm Christian down, and they too got completely hammered and passed out.
*At a different table*
"Um, Matt, are you sure it was a good idea to leave Jeff all by himself in the hotel room? I mean think of the things he could damage, the people he could traumatize. He's unsupervised, that should never, EVER happen!" Lita warned. Just visualizing what the room might look like, and the fact that Jeff was possibly alone with sharp objects made her shudder.
"Good point. Well he said he didn't want to come, so I didn't want to force him. Plus the Power Puff Girls were on, and you know he never misses it, no matter what." Matt replied nonchalantly.
"WHAT?" Austin yelled making everyone jump in surprise as he passed by.
"WHAT?" A group people in the bar began to chant, until Matt threw a shoe at them, which oddly didn't belong to him.
Hurricane took it upon himself to join them. He hobbled over on one crutch, with his arm in a sling. "Stand back there's a Hurricane coming through! Fear not, good citizens, I've checked on Citizen Hardy myself, and he's doing just fine."
"Really? Matt asked sarcastically. He had no intention of believing the 'super hero' but figured, why not humor him. "May I ask how exactly did you get hurt?" Matt inquired, looking at Hurricane oddly.
"I, um, was testing my flying ability at the time, but I suppose I just haven't received the powers to fly yet. I have all other Hurri- powers though." Hurricane replied, feeling confident and proud.
"What, may I ask are they?" Lita asked, skeptically. She thought Hurricane was full of it, but she wasn't about to say it . . . not yet.
"Um, I uh, have Hurri-senses, and, um . . ."
"Why'd you even bother asking?" Matt asked, his tone hopeless as he looked at Lita.
"Wazupwitdat? Quit dissin' me! Don't make me use my super powers on you evil doers!"
"Quick Matt, hold me back before I beat him!" Lita yelled, attempting to scramble out of her chair and take a swing at Hurricane. She to her dismay, was held back by Matt before she could get any hits in.
"Bring it, Citizen Lita!" Hurricane challenged, throwing down his crutch, taking off his sling as he made a feeble attempt to stand up.
"That's it bitch . . ." Lita said, as she some how got out of Matt's hold and pounced on Hurricane.
"CAT FIGHT! GO LITA, GO LITA, IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! Matt shouted with enthusiasm. He proceeded to do a little happy dance just for the hell of it. "I ah, mean, no don't fight, violence isn't the answer!" He exclaimed, as he watched Lita kick Hurricane's superhero ass.
"HA! SUPER POWERS MY ASS, YOU HURRI-DORK!" Lita roared, raising her hands in victory.
"I think she broke my other arm! OW! The paaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiinn!!!!!" Hurricane whimpered as he lay on the floor of the bar. Matt quickly scrambled over to help the fallen Hurricane.
"Guys, we can be friends. As entertaining as your little fight was, it doesn't need to happen any more. So what do you guys say? Can we all get along?" Matt asked speaking slowly as if they were 2 year olds. He looked at the pair who were intently glaring at each other and sighed.
"Well, I suppose, we could be friends. I have a better idea! You can be my sidekicks!" Hurricane exclaimed excitedly.
"Hell no! I'm not anybody's sidekick, and I'm sure as hell not your friend!" Lita scolded, glaring at Hurricane.
"Oh, come on Lita! If you cooperate, I'll give you a little surprise lata!" Matt said giving her a nudge.
Excited about what her surprise might be a small smile crept across her face, as she mumbled so softly that she was barely audible. "Surprise? Well . . . okay." She began to go off into her own little world, possibly starting to drool. 'I wonder what my surprise might be! Maybe Matt and I will finally hook up?! Wow, he looks really hot . . .' Lita thought excitedly.
"Pardon?" Hurricane asked, leaning in closer.
"What'd you say Lita?" Matt asked curiously, as he also leaned in closer to hear her answer.
"I SAID FINE! I'M IN, DAMNIT!" She yelled, her face getting a bright shade of red.
"I'm scared. I mean, uh . . ." Hurricane whimpered, his lip quivering.
"Ya didn't have ta yell, geez. Okay Hurricane, we're in." Matt said calmly.
"Why thank you Citizen Hardy, and moody Citizen Lita. I've alwayz wanted a sidekick, and now I have two! But, um Citizen Lita, could you please work on your attitude? Superheros are supposed to be helpful and caring not cold and pardon my French, bitchy." Hurricane informed them, beaming.
"Oh no you don't you son of a . . ."
"Superhero. That's what you were going to say, right Lita? Come on, we betta go. I don't like the fact that Jeff is in the hotel room alone for so long." Matt said, getting Lita to her feet and heading for the exit of the bar. "Bye, Hurricane! Cya lata!" Matt called, as he shouted over his shoulder while putting a hand over Lita's mouth to prevent her from screaming profanities at Hurricane. "OW, you bit me!" Matt yelled, looking at his hand with deep bite marks in it.
"Cya Hurri- Dork!" Lita yelled over her shoulder just as they reached the door.
When Matt got back to his hotel room, he was extremely tired, and all he wanted to do was crash on his comfy bed, but that wasn't to be. He walked in and . . .
"JEFF, WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU DO?"
AN- Whew, that took 4 eva to write! Glad to get that ova with. Ah, the dreaded cliffhanger. We know what Jeff did, & you're gonna think its stupid, but we (live4thaxtreme- What do you mean we?) really wanted to put it in there. Oh, & if you want a certain superstar to appear or do something special just put it in your review *hint hint* and we'll see if we can fit it in, cause we're alwayz lookin 4 ideas! Oh, and those of you who reviewed last time, yes that means you AngryMew2, expect your cookies in the mail. Any who, PLEASE READ & REVIEW, you um . . . get FUDGE brownies this time! *mouth waters* (Sorry if this chap wasn't that funny, it was to set up the next chap)
Chapter 4
Angle's Audacious Plan & the Bangin' Bar
Day 2 (still)
By- onthaedge487 & live4thaxtreme
Disclaimer- U know the drill.
At the local grocery store, Angle roamed the dairy aisle searching for the best nutrient filled milk.
"DARN IT, WHERE THE FRIGDE IS THE MILK?" Kurt yelled, desperately spinning in circles. He stumbled around, until he pointed into someone. "Oooo, look at all the purdy duckies!" Angle exclaimed looking up at the 'duckies' which had resulted from spinning too fast, just as the employee cleared his throat.
"Um . . . sir the milk is right in front of you." The employee said, pointing directly in front of Angle.
"Oh, I knew that darn it." Kurt blushed, as he hastily puts as many cartons of milk as his carriage would hold.
"Damn, I guess you like milk, but you know they cost 10 bucks a carton . . . right?" The employee asked, smirking at the now fuming 'Olympic Hero'.
"I'M AN OLYMPIC HERO AND I SHOULDN'T PAY THAT MUCH MONEY FOR A CARTON OF JOY, I MIGHT AS WELL GO BACK HOME AND MILK MY COW! THEY SHOULD PAY ME TO BUY THEIR MILK!" Angle shouted, angrily taking his carriage to the check-out counter.
"That's one f*cked up bald-headed freak." The employee mused, shaking his head. At the check-out counter, Angle waited impatiently as there was 26 people in front of him.
"Hey, are you Kurt Angle?" Some random child asked with a gleam of hope in his eye.
"Why of course, it's true it's true." Angle answered as he puffed out his chest with pride.
"Do you know The Rock, Hogan, Edge, Hardyz, people like that?" The kid asked eagerly. Kurt's face turned sour at hearing the list of names.
"Who gives a darn about them? Don't you have any other questions for your Olympic hero?"
"Is your head cold now that Edge shaved you bald as a melon? By the way Edge so totally reeks of awesomeness."
"WHAT THE HECK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? MY HEAD DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A FREAKING MELON! FOR YOUR INFORMATION I WOULD HAVE BEATEN EDGE 1-2-3 CAUSE HE JUST PLAIN REEKS! AND I'M NOT BALD! I HAVE REGROWN ALL OF MY HAIR!" Angle screamed, as he adjusted his wig. At this point Kurt so perturbed he was practically throwing a fit.
"YOU SUCK!" The child declared loudly, and proceed to kick Kurt in the leg as hard as he possibly can.
"OW! WHY YOU LITTLE! I DON'T SUCK! I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT!" Kurt shrieked. He was about to get his revenge on the kid when he realizes it's his turn to check out. It takes about 30 minutes for him to get all of his milk paid for and into his rental car.
"That EVIL Lita WILL pay! Mwahahahahaha!" Angle cackled, on his way back to the hotel.
*Meanwhile*
We find Austin surrounded by beer cans at the local bar. Just then two tall men walk in and sit on either side of Austin.
"DAMN. That's a lot of beer." Faarooq exclaimed, eyeing the empty cans surrounding Austin.
"Hey, I got an idea. How bout the three of us have a beer guzzling contest?" Bradshaw suggested as he ordered another round of beers for everyone.
"Beer? What? Got beer? I said got beer?" Austin muttered, as his ears perked up at hearing the word 'beer'.
"Don't worry about that, we got plenty of beer." Faarooq assured him.
The men then guzzled several rounds of beer, and they became very, very drunk, and nearly passed out.
"I, *hiccup* . . . won, *hiccup* . . . again! What? Hiccup . . . I said I won again! What?" Austin slurred all his words and nearly fell off his stool. Just then a very red Molly Holly walked into the bar, and took a seat next to Faarooq.
"Hello, everyone, it's a pleasure seeing you here. I'm rather thirsty, but I don't drink alcohol. I never have in my entire life. What nonalcoholic drink do you suggest?" Molly asked innocently, as she looked to each very, very drunk man.
"Don't worry, we'll get ya something." Bradshaw promised as he ordered another round of beers for them all "By the way, what the hell is wrong with your skin? It's so damn red!" He exclaimed, handing her a beer, which he told her was a special kind of juice.
"Um, it's a really bad sun burn. Gee golly gosh, I've put so much lotion on I can move my arms a bit."
"Good, then you'll be able to be in our guzzling contest. It's a contest to see who can drink the be- I mean substance the fastest." Faarooq said correcting himself in mid-sentence.
"Well, that sounds like fun. Just remember, it's just a game, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose." Molly told the group, giving them an innocent look. With that they all picked up their glasses of beer, and on the count of three drank it.
"Goodness gracious that was delicious! What was that exactly? Can I have some more?" Molly asked as she finished her beer in a gulp, while Austin, Farooq, & Bradshaw were only halfway done.
"WHAT?" The three men asked in shock, spewing beer everywhere, and soaking the bartender who was standing in front of them at the bar.
"Hey, that was a new shirt!" The bartender exclaimed brushing himself off. The disgruntled man walked a way in search of a napkin.
"DAMN! Are you telling us that you finished all that beer in less than a few seconds! That means that you beat all of us!" Faarooq stated, shock apparent in his voice.
"WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!" Austin yelled, his eyes bulging in alarm.
"Gee golly gosh, I was thirsty. Did you nice fellas' say that I just drank beer?!" Molly asked, her voice trembling a bit.
"HELL YEAH! Let's have anther round! What? I will beat you! And that's the bottom line cause Stone Cold said so!"
"Well, I suppose so. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have just one more. Okey dokey!" Molly agreed as Bradshaw ordered another round of beers, all in pursuit to guzzle faster than Molly.
Meanwhile a few seats down sat a cranky, and drunken Stephanie, and an amused Y2J. "Will you please, *hiccup*, just leave me alone!" Stephanie shrieked at Y2J who had been annoying her all day.
"Ow, would you please shut the hell up?! Jericho winced from her shrieking. "Anyway, why would I want to leave you alone? You're sooooo much fun to torture! It's so much fun to watch a skanky little daddy's girl feeling sorry for herself. It's good entertainment." He said grinning devilishly.
"Shut up Jericho. Bartender, gemmie another one." Steph ordered, raising her shot glass to the bartender, who slide her another drink.
"Hey Jericho! Come an' join us! What? I said join us. We're guzzlin'! What? I said we're guzzlin'." Austin informed, looking over at Y2J, who sat a few seats down from them. Austin nearly fell off his stool due to the fact he was incredibly drunk.
"UM, I guess so. I mean, there's NEVER any fun without the LARGER THAN LIFE LIVING LEGEND, KING OF THE WORLD, CHRIS JERICHO around, now is there?" Y2J agreed, leaving a drunken, nearly passed out Steph to join Austin, APA, and Molly Holly.
"Good golly Miss Molly! Is that beer you're drinking? Have you been put up to this? Fear not, Citizen Molly, cause Hurricane's here to save the day!" Hurricane said heroically as he hobbled over on his crutch and looking at Molly in sheer shock.
"Leave me alone, hiccup, I don't need any hiccup, help, I'm just fine, I like beer it hiccup, tastes good! Now go away, hiccup, I gotta beat these losers at there own hiccup game of guzzling! BUUUUUUUUUUURP!" Molly said, slurring all her words and belched right in Hurricane's face.
"Nice one Molly! I think you belch louder than Austin! I didn't think ya had it in ya!" Y2J congratulated, patting her forcefully on the back.
After several guzzling contests, all of them being won by Molly by the way, caused Y2J to have a fit, and go into mass hysterics. Soon they all passed out at the bar, along with a passed out Stephanie a few seats down.
Meanwhile in a different part of the bar . . .
"Dude, we're SO totally reeking of awesomeness tonight!" Christian exclaimed excitedly.
"I know dude, just like every other night. We're like SO totally the hottest guys here!" Edge said, looking at himself in a mirror, before passing it to Christian.
"Hey, why don't you guys have a friendly competition? What? I said friendly competition. Hmmm . . . let's see, oh, how bout, whoever drinks more beers in 10 minutes wins, and the loser has to pay the bill, annnnnnnnnd has to run around outside in his birthday suit. What? I said birthday suit." Stone Cold suggested, some how sobering a little, and coming over to the brothers wanting to start trouble.
"Friendly competition huh? I'm in, and reeking of coolness as always. How bout you Edge? Or are you sacred your baby bro is SO totally going to kick your bootay!" Christian said, flashing Edge a smile.
"I'm in, don't worry lil bro." Edge laughed, flashing Christian a smile of his own.
"I'll keep the time on my trusty watch." Austin stated, holding his ear to his beloved watch. After they stocked up on beer, they were ready for their 'friendly' competition.
"Ready, set, go." Austin yelled quickly. Both Edge and Christian began to chug down the beer as fast as they could, both wanting to beat the other.
*10 Minutes Later*
"Do you know what my watch is telling me? It's telling me time is up." Austin said his ear still to his watch. With that E&C stopped drinking and Austin counted the amount of beers each man drank. "We have a winner. What? I said we have a winner! Edge, you won, what? I said Edge won. Christian you gotta pay the bill, and unfortunately run round in ya birthday suit."
"Well dude, at least it's warm out, and nice weather for a jog." Edge laughed, nearly falling to the ground.
"WHAT? HOW COULD I HAVE LOST! HE MUST HAVE CHEATED! ARE YOU SURE YOU COUNTED RIGHT? YOU SO TOTALLY CHEATED EDGE! I'M TELLING GRANDMA EDNA ON YOU! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MOMMY!" Christian begins to cry and throws a tantrum in the middle of the bar, as people stare in shock.
"Like dude, I so totally didn't cheat. You can be such a dorkchop sometimes. If you want I'll get the bill, and for all our sakes, keep your clothes on." Edge said getting out his wallet. He looked ashamedly at Christian who was now sucking his thumb.
"Okay." Christian whispered, wiping his face. They had some more beers to calm Christian down, and they too got completely hammered and passed out.
*At a different table*
"Um, Matt, are you sure it was a good idea to leave Jeff all by himself in the hotel room? I mean think of the things he could damage, the people he could traumatize. He's unsupervised, that should never, EVER happen!" Lita warned. Just visualizing what the room might look like, and the fact that Jeff was possibly alone with sharp objects made her shudder.
"Good point. Well he said he didn't want to come, so I didn't want to force him. Plus the Power Puff Girls were on, and you know he never misses it, no matter what." Matt replied nonchalantly.
"WHAT?" Austin yelled making everyone jump in surprise as he passed by.
"WHAT?" A group people in the bar began to chant, until Matt threw a shoe at them, which oddly didn't belong to him.
Hurricane took it upon himself to join them. He hobbled over on one crutch, with his arm in a sling. "Stand back there's a Hurricane coming through! Fear not, good citizens, I've checked on Citizen Hardy myself, and he's doing just fine."
"Really? Matt asked sarcastically. He had no intention of believing the 'super hero' but figured, why not humor him. "May I ask how exactly did you get hurt?" Matt inquired, looking at Hurricane oddly.
"I, um, was testing my flying ability at the time, but I suppose I just haven't received the powers to fly yet. I have all other Hurri- powers though." Hurricane replied, feeling confident and proud.
"What, may I ask are they?" Lita asked, skeptically. She thought Hurricane was full of it, but she wasn't about to say it . . . not yet.
"Um, I uh, have Hurri-senses, and, um . . ."
"Why'd you even bother asking?" Matt asked, his tone hopeless as he looked at Lita.
"Wazupwitdat? Quit dissin' me! Don't make me use my super powers on you evil doers!"
"Quick Matt, hold me back before I beat him!" Lita yelled, attempting to scramble out of her chair and take a swing at Hurricane. She to her dismay, was held back by Matt before she could get any hits in.
"Bring it, Citizen Lita!" Hurricane challenged, throwing down his crutch, taking off his sling as he made a feeble attempt to stand up.
"That's it bitch . . ." Lita said, as she some how got out of Matt's hold and pounced on Hurricane.
"CAT FIGHT! GO LITA, GO LITA, IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! Matt shouted with enthusiasm. He proceeded to do a little happy dance just for the hell of it. "I ah, mean, no don't fight, violence isn't the answer!" He exclaimed, as he watched Lita kick Hurricane's superhero ass.
"HA! SUPER POWERS MY ASS, YOU HURRI-DORK!" Lita roared, raising her hands in victory.
"I think she broke my other arm! OW! The paaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiinn!!!!!" Hurricane whimpered as he lay on the floor of the bar. Matt quickly scrambled over to help the fallen Hurricane.
"Guys, we can be friends. As entertaining as your little fight was, it doesn't need to happen any more. So what do you guys say? Can we all get along?" Matt asked speaking slowly as if they were 2 year olds. He looked at the pair who were intently glaring at each other and sighed.
"Well, I suppose, we could be friends. I have a better idea! You can be my sidekicks!" Hurricane exclaimed excitedly.
"Hell no! I'm not anybody's sidekick, and I'm sure as hell not your friend!" Lita scolded, glaring at Hurricane.
"Oh, come on Lita! If you cooperate, I'll give you a little surprise lata!" Matt said giving her a nudge.
Excited about what her surprise might be a small smile crept across her face, as she mumbled so softly that she was barely audible. "Surprise? Well . . . okay." She began to go off into her own little world, possibly starting to drool. 'I wonder what my surprise might be! Maybe Matt and I will finally hook up?! Wow, he looks really hot . . .' Lita thought excitedly.
"Pardon?" Hurricane asked, leaning in closer.
"What'd you say Lita?" Matt asked curiously, as he also leaned in closer to hear her answer.
"I SAID FINE! I'M IN, DAMNIT!" She yelled, her face getting a bright shade of red.
"I'm scared. I mean, uh . . ." Hurricane whimpered, his lip quivering.
"Ya didn't have ta yell, geez. Okay Hurricane, we're in." Matt said calmly.
"Why thank you Citizen Hardy, and moody Citizen Lita. I've alwayz wanted a sidekick, and now I have two! But, um Citizen Lita, could you please work on your attitude? Superheros are supposed to be helpful and caring not cold and pardon my French, bitchy." Hurricane informed them, beaming.
"Oh no you don't you son of a . . ."
"Superhero. That's what you were going to say, right Lita? Come on, we betta go. I don't like the fact that Jeff is in the hotel room alone for so long." Matt said, getting Lita to her feet and heading for the exit of the bar. "Bye, Hurricane! Cya lata!" Matt called, as he shouted over his shoulder while putting a hand over Lita's mouth to prevent her from screaming profanities at Hurricane. "OW, you bit me!" Matt yelled, looking at his hand with deep bite marks in it.
"Cya Hurri- Dork!" Lita yelled over her shoulder just as they reached the door.
When Matt got back to his hotel room, he was extremely tired, and all he wanted to do was crash on his comfy bed, but that wasn't to be. He walked in and . . .
"JEFF, WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU DO?"
AN- Whew, that took 4 eva to write! Glad to get that ova with. Ah, the dreaded cliffhanger. We know what Jeff did, & you're gonna think its stupid, but we (live4thaxtreme- What do you mean we?) really wanted to put it in there. Oh, & if you want a certain superstar to appear or do something special just put it in your review *hint hint* and we'll see if we can fit it in, cause we're alwayz lookin 4 ideas! Oh, and those of you who reviewed last time, yes that means you AngryMew2, expect your cookies in the mail. Any who, PLEASE READ & REVIEW, you um . . . get FUDGE brownies this time! *mouth waters* (Sorry if this chap wasn't that funny, it was to set up the next chap)