Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own WWE or its wrestlers. I own myself.
Daddy owns himself. And...I guess that's it.
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me!) and I really thank you all for that! Hopefully I can fit some of you
guys in a chapter or something. Enjoy! (if possible)
[After three days with Booker T and Goldust, Kylrane goes nuts. They leave, and it's Stephanie's turn to choose a superstar to watch the poor kid. Eric Bischoff, who's all tense from that public job evaluation, is there, as well as Vince and Shane McMahon.]
Vince: Have you chosen yet, Stephanie?
Steph: I've got two people in mind. John Cena and Dawn Marie.
Shane: Oh please, if you send Dawn Marie the kid will be traumatized for life. And John Cena...that Vanilla Ice wannabe is going to rap that girl to death.
Eric: I already have my next choice for this job, and I'm ready to send them right away.
Vince: Shutup Bischoff. Stephanie, please make your choice.
Kylrane's dad: And make sure the person's not a bonehead!!!
Steph: Aw, damn, you choose Eric. While you still have your job.
Eric: I resent that deeply. Anyway, I choose Rico and Randy Orton.
Kylrane's dad: WHAT?!
Vince: Well...if your daughter calls you with any complaints, tell us and I will personally choose another person to watch over her.
[Somewhere, in an airport]
Goldust: [searching all over] Booker, have you seen my American Express Gold Card??
Booker T: No.
[Back at Kylrane's house. She's on the internet, with Goldust's credit card.]
Kylrane: OOH! I CAN BUY MYSELF AN ELECTRIC GUITAR! I'M GONNA BE A ROCK STAR!!!! Oh, hey, I'll get myself this T-shirt first...hehehe... [the doorbell rings. She checks it and groans. To figure out who the hell was going to be watching her, she'd been watching and researching WWE wrestlers. At her door was Randy Orton and Rico.]
Randy Orton: My shoulder is at 92% mobility!! I'm so great, and I'm so cute!!! Love me, pity me, adore me! I need fans!
Rico: Oh my, this house needs such redecorating! My dear girl, your outfit is so not up to the trends, no bohemian chic whatsoever. Or are you going for that emo look??
Kylrane: [looks up at the ceiling] WHY? [looks back at the two morons] You, lame rookie boy, shut up. Nobody gives a damn about your stupid shoulder. And you, sideburns, EMO IS NOT A STYLE!!! EMO'S A TERM FOR A MUSIC THAT SHOULDN'T BE LABLED ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR REALLY GOOD! Well, ok, I only like Dashboard Confessional, but....
Rico: Yeah. Did you know aqua would be such good carpet for this house? We need to get working straight away!
Orton: I need to tell my fans to email me and tell me I'm a good wrestler because I'm really just a dork!
Kylrane: ARGH...[remembers the numbers she got off of Booker T's cell phone.] ah, excuse me! [She had copied most of the numbers off of Booker's phone onto her own. She dials Vince McMahon.]
Vince: Vince McMahon here.
Kylrane: Mr. McMahon, this is Kylrane.
Vince: Who?
Kylrane: Roy's daughter! The one who was stuck with Booker T and Goldust for the past few days!! Now I've got Rico and Randy Orton, and I want them out NOW!!
Vince: What kind of postition are you in to demand things from Vincent K. McMahon?! Do you know who I am damnit?!
Kylrane: I know that you are currently desperate to fix the insurance policies of WWE talent, writers, producers, etc. And my Daddy's been doing that work for you. If my Daddy hears how I've been so mistreated by the people you send me here, he'll come straight back to New York, leaving you screwed.
Vince: [thinking] You've got some nerve.
Kylrane: Damn right I do. I've eaten Beefaroni every meal for like four days.
Vince: [sighs] Damnit, fine. Who do you want?
Kylrane: [thinking] Quite frankly, I don't really know.
Vince: The Hurricane?
Kylrane: Unreliable. He'll run off to fight crime in an instant. I need to be paid attention.
Vince: Undertaker?
Kylrane: Isn't he like coming back on Royal Rumble? He can't watch me. He'll be too pissed.
Vince: A-Train.
Kylrane: PLEASE, NOT HIM!!! SO HAIRY!!! AUGH!!
Vince: [desperate] Kane?
Kylrane: The one that makes fire come out of the turnbuckles?
Vince: Yeah. He can cook and clean.
Kylrane: Can he make fire come out of anything he wants?
Vince: Probably.
Kylrane: ALRIGHT!! Hey, can you send someone who will be my test dummy?
Vince: Test dummies?
Kylrane: Science fair project: How high up does a human have to jump from so a hole forms at impact?
Vince: No, I can't send you someone to do that. Royal Rumble. But afterwards, I'll see if one of the Hardyz will do that...
Kylrane: YES!! Ok, then. Please hurry. Rico is color coding the spice cabinet.
Vince: Yeah, yeah. Goodbye. And never call this number again.
Kylrane: You can thank Booker T, I got this number from him. [click]
Orton: Are you a fan of mine? Shake my other hand, my shoulder isn't at 100% mobility yet, but if you send me more get well emails....
Rico: Randy, you'd have so many more female fans if you cut your hair again! All that hair is in the way of that handsome face!!
Orton: You're right! The ladies can't see my gorgeous eyes well enough! But I like the hair, so if the fans would send some "To cut or not to cut" emails....
Kylrane: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!! AUGH!!
Rico: But I haven't even gone over wardrobe with you yet!
Kylrane: I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, I SAID GET OUT!!
Orton: My fans will be so displeased.
Kylrane: Like you have any! Go away!!
Rico: [sniffs] We don't have to take this, Randy. Let's go. [They storm out, all bitchy]
Kylrane: [looks up] Has my luck been running out since the scholarship? [Doorbell rings. She jumps, and flings the door open.] I SAID GET OUT YOU FREAKS!!
Kane: [scratches head] Erm, I never got in.
Kylrane: [ogles for a moment.] Eh, that was really fast. Go Vince McMahon. [Kane goes into the house] Can you make fire come out of that bush over there?? And I'm hungry!!
There. Hope it's ok. By the way, I couldn't really think of any good Smackdown! people to send over to the house, so I had to do that. Any suggestions? Pretty please?? =P Tell me what you think!
[After three days with Booker T and Goldust, Kylrane goes nuts. They leave, and it's Stephanie's turn to choose a superstar to watch the poor kid. Eric Bischoff, who's all tense from that public job evaluation, is there, as well as Vince and Shane McMahon.]
Vince: Have you chosen yet, Stephanie?
Steph: I've got two people in mind. John Cena and Dawn Marie.
Shane: Oh please, if you send Dawn Marie the kid will be traumatized for life. And John Cena...that Vanilla Ice wannabe is going to rap that girl to death.
Eric: I already have my next choice for this job, and I'm ready to send them right away.
Vince: Shutup Bischoff. Stephanie, please make your choice.
Kylrane's dad: And make sure the person's not a bonehead!!!
Steph: Aw, damn, you choose Eric. While you still have your job.
Eric: I resent that deeply. Anyway, I choose Rico and Randy Orton.
Kylrane's dad: WHAT?!
Vince: Well...if your daughter calls you with any complaints, tell us and I will personally choose another person to watch over her.
[Somewhere, in an airport]
Goldust: [searching all over] Booker, have you seen my American Express Gold Card??
Booker T: No.
[Back at Kylrane's house. She's on the internet, with Goldust's credit card.]
Kylrane: OOH! I CAN BUY MYSELF AN ELECTRIC GUITAR! I'M GONNA BE A ROCK STAR!!!! Oh, hey, I'll get myself this T-shirt first...hehehe... [the doorbell rings. She checks it and groans. To figure out who the hell was going to be watching her, she'd been watching and researching WWE wrestlers. At her door was Randy Orton and Rico.]
Randy Orton: My shoulder is at 92% mobility!! I'm so great, and I'm so cute!!! Love me, pity me, adore me! I need fans!
Rico: Oh my, this house needs such redecorating! My dear girl, your outfit is so not up to the trends, no bohemian chic whatsoever. Or are you going for that emo look??
Kylrane: [looks up at the ceiling] WHY? [looks back at the two morons] You, lame rookie boy, shut up. Nobody gives a damn about your stupid shoulder. And you, sideburns, EMO IS NOT A STYLE!!! EMO'S A TERM FOR A MUSIC THAT SHOULDN'T BE LABLED ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR REALLY GOOD! Well, ok, I only like Dashboard Confessional, but....
Rico: Yeah. Did you know aqua would be such good carpet for this house? We need to get working straight away!
Orton: I need to tell my fans to email me and tell me I'm a good wrestler because I'm really just a dork!
Kylrane: ARGH...[remembers the numbers she got off of Booker T's cell phone.] ah, excuse me! [She had copied most of the numbers off of Booker's phone onto her own. She dials Vince McMahon.]
Vince: Vince McMahon here.
Kylrane: Mr. McMahon, this is Kylrane.
Vince: Who?
Kylrane: Roy's daughter! The one who was stuck with Booker T and Goldust for the past few days!! Now I've got Rico and Randy Orton, and I want them out NOW!!
Vince: What kind of postition are you in to demand things from Vincent K. McMahon?! Do you know who I am damnit?!
Kylrane: I know that you are currently desperate to fix the insurance policies of WWE talent, writers, producers, etc. And my Daddy's been doing that work for you. If my Daddy hears how I've been so mistreated by the people you send me here, he'll come straight back to New York, leaving you screwed.
Vince: [thinking] You've got some nerve.
Kylrane: Damn right I do. I've eaten Beefaroni every meal for like four days.
Vince: [sighs] Damnit, fine. Who do you want?
Kylrane: [thinking] Quite frankly, I don't really know.
Vince: The Hurricane?
Kylrane: Unreliable. He'll run off to fight crime in an instant. I need to be paid attention.
Vince: Undertaker?
Kylrane: Isn't he like coming back on Royal Rumble? He can't watch me. He'll be too pissed.
Vince: A-Train.
Kylrane: PLEASE, NOT HIM!!! SO HAIRY!!! AUGH!!
Vince: [desperate] Kane?
Kylrane: The one that makes fire come out of the turnbuckles?
Vince: Yeah. He can cook and clean.
Kylrane: Can he make fire come out of anything he wants?
Vince: Probably.
Kylrane: ALRIGHT!! Hey, can you send someone who will be my test dummy?
Vince: Test dummies?
Kylrane: Science fair project: How high up does a human have to jump from so a hole forms at impact?
Vince: No, I can't send you someone to do that. Royal Rumble. But afterwards, I'll see if one of the Hardyz will do that...
Kylrane: YES!! Ok, then. Please hurry. Rico is color coding the spice cabinet.
Vince: Yeah, yeah. Goodbye. And never call this number again.
Kylrane: You can thank Booker T, I got this number from him. [click]
Orton: Are you a fan of mine? Shake my other hand, my shoulder isn't at 100% mobility yet, but if you send me more get well emails....
Rico: Randy, you'd have so many more female fans if you cut your hair again! All that hair is in the way of that handsome face!!
Orton: You're right! The ladies can't see my gorgeous eyes well enough! But I like the hair, so if the fans would send some "To cut or not to cut" emails....
Kylrane: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!! AUGH!!
Rico: But I haven't even gone over wardrobe with you yet!
Kylrane: I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, I SAID GET OUT!!
Orton: My fans will be so displeased.
Kylrane: Like you have any! Go away!!
Rico: [sniffs] We don't have to take this, Randy. Let's go. [They storm out, all bitchy]
Kylrane: [looks up] Has my luck been running out since the scholarship? [Doorbell rings. She jumps, and flings the door open.] I SAID GET OUT YOU FREAKS!!
Kane: [scratches head] Erm, I never got in.
Kylrane: [ogles for a moment.] Eh, that was really fast. Go Vince McMahon. [Kane goes into the house] Can you make fire come out of that bush over there?? And I'm hungry!!
There. Hope it's ok. By the way, I couldn't really think of any good Smackdown! people to send over to the house, so I had to do that. Any suggestions? Pretty please?? =P Tell me what you think!