Title: WWE Reality TV
Disclaimer: I still only own the idea and not the stars. Vince will not let me have my way! He says 2 dollars will barely buy a gallon of milk!
Rating: PG-13
Author: Casey
A/N: VOTE EM OFF!
"Dude why are you in my room too? This is so un-cool." Rob said looking at Undertaker.
"Boy they put me on the list twice because I'm the biggest thing around here. Besides your partner is stuck in the stairs."
"Dude I think it was just a typo."
"Are you calling me a liar, boy?"
"No dude I'm not calling you anything. You need to chill."
"I'm going to chill your ass, boy!"
"Seriously, Dude. Smoke this." Rob hands Undertaker a joint
Undertaker looks at it for a minute and then smokes the whole thing. Rob's eyes were bulging from his head.
"Dude! That was totally cool."
5 minutes later Undertaker is seen meditating with Rob.
Matt was in his room praying for god to help him while Jeff danced around in a rainbow colored leotard.
"Jeff, please calm down. I'm begging you." Matt pleaded with his younger brother.
"You said no more Skittles. So now I must attack you. AHHHH" Jeff takes off after his brother and jumps on top of him.
"Fine, Fine! Here take the damn Skittles."
Jeff jumped up and ran over and sat on his sleeping bag. He started shoving Skittles in his mouth and ever so often he would look over his shoulder to make sure no one was around trying to steal them from him.
"Thank god. Jeff do you think we can go downstairs and get something to eat? I'm starved."
"Have a Skittle." Jeff offered handing his brother a yellow Skittle.
"NO thanks Jeff. I would like some real food."
Jeff reluctantly got up and headed downstairs with his older brother. They both stopped at Bubba still stuck in the stairs. He had chocolate all over his face.
"Hey Dudley you got anything else to eat?" Matt asked wondering where the food came from.
"I ate it all but something smells good in the kitchen." Bubba replied sniffing the air like a dog.
Jeff ran to the top of the stairs and started to missile drop kick Bubba in the face again but the look his brother was giving him made him change his mind.
Rocky and Austin sat in their rooms drinking. There were bottles scattered all over the floor and both men still sat in their sleeping bags drinking.
"The Rock says (HICCUP) The Rock says (HICCUP) The Rock says (HICCUP) DAMN Hiccups (HICCUP, HICCUP)."
"Your just a light weight boy. You can't handle your liquor is all." Austin replied trying to stand but fell over.
"You're not doing much better."
"That's cause I drink in my sleep too. I had a heard start."
"You drink in your sleep?"
"Yeah it shows my level of commitment, son."
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
"What in the blue hell was that?"
"Sounded like that WCW wash up screaming."
The Rock and Stone Cold both jumped up and headed towards Booker T's room. Booker was in the corner with his hands over his head screaming at the spider in the middle of the room.
"It's huge sucka! Kill it."
Jericho and Kurt walked in to see what was going on. Kurt ran and jumped in The Rock's arms and started screaming at the spider too.
"Get your bald Olympic crack smoking I have never had pie in my life candy ass off of me."
Kurt hit the floor with a thud and looked around scared to death.
"First off before I say or so anything else. Junior over there sleeps with a teddy bear!"
Everyone looked at Chris as if he were crazy.
"The Rock wants to know where you have been Y2 Jack off. Kurt has always had a teddy bear."
"Please suckas someone kill the spider. It's freaking me out Dawg!" Booker was shaking in the corner.
"What an ass clown!" Jericho yelled before stopping on the spider with his shoe.
Booker cautiously rose to his feet and then tried to walk off as if nothing happened.
"Kill the show, junior. You were scared of a little spider!"
"That wasn't a little spider Dawg That thing was huge."
"What ever ass clown. You are bothering The Living Legend." Jericho replied stroking his beard and walking off.
"Everyone! Listen up!" Shane's voice came ringing from downstairs. "We are going to play a friendly game of hide and go seek for your first task."
"The Rock says that isn't a task. That's easy stuff, Chico."
"Hide and go seek would be yes but not the way we are going to play it!"
Everyone groaned at the sound in Shane's voice and walked downstairs to find Shane standing there with handcuffs. Everyone's eyes grew large.
"You will be hand cuffed to your partner. The person that is IT will not be handcuffed therefore he can move fast. You will have to come up with strategic planning to make it to base without that person catching you. The teams that make it back to base safely get the points. Therefore when the fans vote someone off at the end of this show they know who is the weakest and strongest people."
"The Rock wants to know where base is!"
"Bubba is Base. Just make sure to be touching him and you are safe."
Everyone turned around to see Bubba had a BIG banner on him that said BASE.
"Now Kurt is going to be the person to be tagging since he is the team captain. Kurt will score points for how ever many people he tags out."
Kurt smiled and started dancing in place.
"Everyone grab handcuffs and lets go!"
Everyone cuffed up and waited for Kurt to start counting. As soon as 50 came out of his mouth people took off running. The sound of people hitting wood and metal clanking could be heard all through the house. Rob and Jericho had to be paired up together since Kurt was counting. Rob found a spot under the stairs in the stair way and Jericho was bitching about something.
"Dude, shut-up we can so win this."
"Cut it Junior. There are cobwebs down here and they are getting the king of the world's pants dirty."
"Dude chill. Look I just saw Kurt walk pass."
Both guys immediately hushed and watched as Kurt's shadow crept passed the door. As soon as they thought the coast was clear Rob stuck his head out only to be greeted by a smiling Kurt. Rob tried to slam the door shut but the handcuffs got in the way and they got tagged. Kurt jumped around in a circle like a stupid schoolgirl. Matt and Jeff used the time to find Bubba on the stairs. Kurt quickly turned when he heard a cabinet open but it was to late. Jeff was riding on Matt's shoulders and they were at base before he could blink. The Rock and Austin were in plan view behind a plant and Kurt walked right passed them. Steve shook his head in disbelief and both guys managed to make their way to Bubba. Rocky was more dragging Steve along behind him raking against the ground the whole time but Kurt seemed to be oblivious.
"Hey Chico!" Rock yelled his voice booming through the house.
Kurt jumped and swung around and sighed. Rocky and Austin had joined Matt and Jeff and they were all hanging onto Bubba's arm. He stuck his bottom lip out and started looking for the remaining team.
"SPIDER!" Kurt yelled at the top of his lungs and Booker came flying out of the closet dragging the big red devil behind him.
Kurt's eyes lit up and he tagged them.
Kurt was smiling like from ear to ear. Taker was now beating Booker over the head for being a pussy and Shane showed back up smiling.
"Great strategy there Kurt! You sued something you learned from earlier. Pretty impressive."
Kurt continued to grin by Jericho slapped him up side his head. Everyone thanked Chris for his efforts.
"Rocky you and Austin get 10 points same goes for Matt and Jeff. However I give The Hardy's an extra 5 points for their show of wonderful teamwork. Kurt gets 20 total for the team teams he got out. Booker and Taker as well as Rob and Jericho have nothing because well they sucked this game. When we come back we will send someone packing! Lets do final thoughts starting with Kurt."
"You can't vote of an Olympic gold medallist!"
"The Rock says I'm your man to win this thing."
"As long as there is beer there I don't care what you do to me." Steve added taking a Steve wiser from his cooler.
"This is my yard. Vote me off and die! You will respect me!"
"Whatever junior. I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!" Jericho then held his arms out and danced in a circle.
"I'm going to break his punk ass off by the end of this thing!" Booker added glaring at Chris.
"Dudes chill. Lets smoke one!"
A/N: Well dudes you know what to do next. Hit the bong and kick someone off. Lets get the ball rolling! All ideas for tasks are welcome and the odder the better chance of them being used! Until next chappy DON'T DISS KURT!