Disclaimer: Well, I own pretty much nothing. Nothing at all. I didn't even
pay for this computer I'm typing on! Except, of course, for little old me.
That I own. Unless my parents have sold me to someone.
This isn't really a chapter, but it's a 'prelude' to a chapter. Or something. And yes I know it isn't the usual format, but it's not that important. Next chapter will be back to the dialogue format.
Kylrane sat at her computer, bored out of her mind. It was 8:37 PM (or 20:37 if you use military time, I had to go by that when I went overseas to Southeast Asia...) and there was no babysitter around. Thank God. If Jeff Hardy had come yet again, she would've pulled all his multi-colored hair out of his head for reasons beyond his little 'relationship with Trish' storyline the writers from the WWE were rehashing. And if it was that gang of pricks Evolution? Well, she'd have The Undertaker come to her rescue, or Kane, if Taker was peeved at all of the girl's requests. But there was no one. Damnit, she was bored.
Surfing the net was the only thing that came to mind when wondering how to kill time. So that's what she did. Reading fanfictions, downloading music, playing games, and checking out the WrestleMania card was what she was doing, among other things. Suddenly, the doorbell rang out, causing her to jump in surprise. "Shit!!"
She ran to the door and opened it. "What the freakin' hell??"
Spanky (Brian Kendrick, you people!) held out some car keys to Kylrane. "Me an' Rey Mysterio are in that car," he said, motioning to a red Mitsubishi (that was the first car that came to mind...), "But we need you to drive my van to Seattle."
Kylrane opened her mouth, ready to yell "Drive it yourself!" when a thought ran through her mind. "Seattle? You mean to WrestleMania?"
"Yeah! We'll give you total access backstage and whatever else you want. But I can't drive...Rey says I'm stoned." Kylrane walked out onto her stairs and saw Rey Mysterio at the driver's seat, patiently waiting. There were more than a few beer cans in the backseat, however.
Kylrane took the car keys and smiled at Spanky. "Is it ok if I bring a few friends along?"
Spanky nodded vigorously. "As long as the van gets to Seattle, I'm happy!!" They said their goodbyes and Spanky jumped down the steps, raced to the car, and hopped in. "To WrestleMania!! WHOO!!" The car drove off. Kylrane smiled and looked towards the van.
"Looks like it can seat seven. Sweet."
So guess what? I'm taking the first six reviewers (well, if they want to...) to WrestleMania with me. No, not for real, in the fic, damnit! Anyways, if you want to join me on the really short and headache-filled road to WrestleMania XIX, leave the name you want to be referred to, the wrestler you're crushing on, and the wrestler you want to have their ass handed to them in your review. Why? It'll work out, you'll see... So get reviewing!! I'll email you if you're one of the six. ^_^
This isn't really a chapter, but it's a 'prelude' to a chapter. Or something. And yes I know it isn't the usual format, but it's not that important. Next chapter will be back to the dialogue format.
Kylrane sat at her computer, bored out of her mind. It was 8:37 PM (or 20:37 if you use military time, I had to go by that when I went overseas to Southeast Asia...) and there was no babysitter around. Thank God. If Jeff Hardy had come yet again, she would've pulled all his multi-colored hair out of his head for reasons beyond his little 'relationship with Trish' storyline the writers from the WWE were rehashing. And if it was that gang of pricks Evolution? Well, she'd have The Undertaker come to her rescue, or Kane, if Taker was peeved at all of the girl's requests. But there was no one. Damnit, she was bored.
Surfing the net was the only thing that came to mind when wondering how to kill time. So that's what she did. Reading fanfictions, downloading music, playing games, and checking out the WrestleMania card was what she was doing, among other things. Suddenly, the doorbell rang out, causing her to jump in surprise. "Shit!!"
She ran to the door and opened it. "What the freakin' hell??"
Spanky (Brian Kendrick, you people!) held out some car keys to Kylrane. "Me an' Rey Mysterio are in that car," he said, motioning to a red Mitsubishi (that was the first car that came to mind...), "But we need you to drive my van to Seattle."
Kylrane opened her mouth, ready to yell "Drive it yourself!" when a thought ran through her mind. "Seattle? You mean to WrestleMania?"
"Yeah! We'll give you total access backstage and whatever else you want. But I can't drive...Rey says I'm stoned." Kylrane walked out onto her stairs and saw Rey Mysterio at the driver's seat, patiently waiting. There were more than a few beer cans in the backseat, however.
Kylrane took the car keys and smiled at Spanky. "Is it ok if I bring a few friends along?"
Spanky nodded vigorously. "As long as the van gets to Seattle, I'm happy!!" They said their goodbyes and Spanky jumped down the steps, raced to the car, and hopped in. "To WrestleMania!! WHOO!!" The car drove off. Kylrane smiled and looked towards the van.
"Looks like it can seat seven. Sweet."
So guess what? I'm taking the first six reviewers (well, if they want to...) to WrestleMania with me. No, not for real, in the fic, damnit! Anyways, if you want to join me on the really short and headache-filled road to WrestleMania XIX, leave the name you want to be referred to, the wrestler you're crushing on, and the wrestler you want to have their ass handed to them in your review. Why? It'll work out, you'll see... So get reviewing!! I'll email you if you're one of the six. ^_^