Part II: You call HIM a muse?!
AN: For those of you who read my story (Luke, Casey, & T-Boy) the first part wasn't the end. I was debating with myself about how I wanted the format of the story to be and I've decided to finish it in 1 swoop (though it will be separated into parts.) By the way, the stuff in italics for my stories is going to be characters thoughts and flashbacks but flashbacks aren't in my humor fics. So who's my very disappointing 'muse' if you can call him one?
5 notebooks, 15 cups of blueberry tea, 4 hours of Super Friends, and 3 slices of pizza later.........
Robyn: I found it! [Does a little victory dance] And just in time too.
Low and behold who would it be but, BILLY GUN!
Robyn: *blink* what was I THINKING when I put you as a muse?! I must have had too
much coffee that day. [Tosses half drunken vanilla latte] No offense Billy, but once
upon a time, I used to admire you. But you've had more reinventions than Madonna.
You went from Billy Gunn with the cowboy hats and junk, to Rock-a-Billy, (not many
remember that little 'phase' but I do and I can't say that I haven't been scared for life.)
Then there was DX and then you went solo which was all fine and well. But then you
teamed with CHUCK PALOMBO! (Sorry if I didn't spell his name right but you can
probably understand my distaste) I won't even say how bad THAT was.
Billy: What? Every wrestler goes through the reinvention thing all the time. It's away to
stay popular.
Robyn: That's true but the whole Billy and Chuck thing has made you fade into complete
obscurity and figuratively noted you as old news.
Billy: You mean you don't like me anymore? I came all the way here to be rejected!
First the WWE, then you! [On the verge of a nervous breakdown]
Robyn: Chill Bill.
Billy: Don't call me Bill.
Robyn: Okay. I know what I can do with you. You can stay in Tower A with Adrian
until I can write a story about your never ending need to reinvent yourself.
Billy: Okay. I'm going to get a slice of pizza and put in a movie.
Robyn: Suit yourselves, considering my whole DVD collection has nothing but chick
flicks.
Hurricane: Anything that's NOT a chick flick?
Robyn: Check Layna's collection. She won't mind.
Just then the doorbell rings. Standing there is what looks like a human rainbow.
Robyn: [Gleeful tone] Jeff Hardy! [Drools]
Layna: [Pops in] Watch the drool and your turning into a *cough* FANGIRL *cough*
Robyn: Uh......
Layna: Welcome.
Robyn: Hi Jeff.
Jeff: That's me. Hey do you have any skittles?
Robyn: Sure
Robyn goes to her computer where she has a giant bag of Skittles.
Jeff: [Attacks the bag of Skittles and puts a big handful into his mouth.] (He makes a
face)
Robyn: *snickers* Sour Skittles.
Part III: Goat with a World Domination Complex.
Doorbell Rings as Robyn fights Jeff for the bag of sour skittles.
Robyn: [Opens the door while chewing sour skittles]
And who's at the door this time?
Robyn: Look everybody! A goat wearing rather loud pants has come to join the party!
Jericho: Do you know who I AM!?
Robyn: [Squinting] Should I? [Takes another handful of Skittles]
Jericho: I'm the freaking King of the World!
Billy: And the goat has a World Domination Complex.
Adrian: Well that's funny because she think she's all powerful!
Robyn: Adrian, get OUT of my story. I promise you'll have plenty of lines and won't be
thrown into the Jell-O pit.
Adrian: How did you get into my HEAD!?
Robyn: That's why I'm all powerful, remember? Plus, that's apart of the special powers
I posses because I'm the writer. So, will you get out?
Adrian: Throw in some vanilla pudding and you have yourself a deal.
Robyn: Lines in the next story, no Jell-O, and vanilla pudding. Deal
Jericho: What was THAT about?
Robyn/Adrian: Nothing. Who are you again?
Jericho: The ayatollah-of-rockin-rolla. And yes Roslyn/Countess, ayatollah is a real
word; as in a title of respect.
Layna: [Pops in yet again] then why do you have it?
Robyn: First of all, its Robyn or Iccess the superior when I'm in a bad mood. And
second, STAY OUT OF MY HEAD! Third, you weren't invited and definitely not a
muse! [Slams door in Jericho's face.]
Jericho: Open up you ASSCLOWNS
All: NO! Jericho: What do you mean I'm not a muse? You're a bona fide Jerichoholic. You even have me on your list.
Robyn: [looks at the list] Crap! He's not going to be for long. [Grabs eraser]
Robyn spends 20 minutes trying to erase Jericho's name from the list.
Robyn: Stupid ink! [Defeated] I give up. Someone let Jericho in.
Jericho: I knew it, she loves me!
All: [Roll their eyes]
Robyn: [Sarcastically] Yes Chris, I want you, take me away.
Jericho has a satisfied look on his face.
Robyn: But seriously Jericho. If you insist upon being one of my muses you HAVE to
do something about your wardrobe.
Jericho: What's wrong with my wardrobe?
Robyn: Your outfits could light up Vegas and you scare small children.
Jeff: Forget small children. Try the general population.
Jericho: Shut up, Hardy Boy.
Jeff: Hey you can't blame me for being honest.
Robyn: As I was saying, you must wear pants void of sound & unheard of colors... and
find a shirt that highlights your awesomely defined muscles.
There's a long silence and Jericho has a satisfied look on his face.
Robyn: What? [Notices stares from everyone in the room including Hurricane who was
still watching The Super Friends] Why is everyone staring at me like that?
Layna: Robbie, listen. Stop, rewind, and push play. [Pushes play on a mini tape
recorder] Recorder: 'Find a shirt that highlights your awesomely defined muscles'
Layna: You're welcome.
Robyn: [Runs screaming into her bedroom]
Hurricane: Alright then. Wanna order more pizza?
Jeff/Billy: Okay.
Jericho: No thanks I gotta keep in shape for my favorite Jericoholic.
Everyone else: *cringe*
AN/// Well that's the end of Chapter 2 which is much longer then chapter 1. I hope ya'll liked it. If so, r/r and if not still do it. There is one more left to go but I can't type it right now (homework). It's done I promise. Anyways later! My next fic isn't that funny. It's going to be called 'The House Party Gone Wrong.' Tune in by next week for the concluding chapter which is going to be pretty short. ICCESS TBC
AN: For those of you who read my story (Luke, Casey, & T-Boy) the first part wasn't the end. I was debating with myself about how I wanted the format of the story to be and I've decided to finish it in 1 swoop (though it will be separated into parts.) By the way, the stuff in italics for my stories is going to be characters thoughts and flashbacks but flashbacks aren't in my humor fics. So who's my very disappointing 'muse' if you can call him one?
5 notebooks, 15 cups of blueberry tea, 4 hours of Super Friends, and 3 slices of pizza later.........
Robyn: I found it! [Does a little victory dance] And just in time too.
Low and behold who would it be but, BILLY GUN!
Robyn: *blink* what was I THINKING when I put you as a muse?! I must have had too
much coffee that day. [Tosses half drunken vanilla latte] No offense Billy, but once
upon a time, I used to admire you. But you've had more reinventions than Madonna.
You went from Billy Gunn with the cowboy hats and junk, to Rock-a-Billy, (not many
remember that little 'phase' but I do and I can't say that I haven't been scared for life.)
Then there was DX and then you went solo which was all fine and well. But then you
teamed with CHUCK PALOMBO! (Sorry if I didn't spell his name right but you can
probably understand my distaste) I won't even say how bad THAT was.
Billy: What? Every wrestler goes through the reinvention thing all the time. It's away to
stay popular.
Robyn: That's true but the whole Billy and Chuck thing has made you fade into complete
obscurity and figuratively noted you as old news.
Billy: You mean you don't like me anymore? I came all the way here to be rejected!
First the WWE, then you! [On the verge of a nervous breakdown]
Robyn: Chill Bill.
Billy: Don't call me Bill.
Robyn: Okay. I know what I can do with you. You can stay in Tower A with Adrian
until I can write a story about your never ending need to reinvent yourself.
Billy: Okay. I'm going to get a slice of pizza and put in a movie.
Robyn: Suit yourselves, considering my whole DVD collection has nothing but chick
flicks.
Hurricane: Anything that's NOT a chick flick?
Robyn: Check Layna's collection. She won't mind.
Just then the doorbell rings. Standing there is what looks like a human rainbow.
Robyn: [Gleeful tone] Jeff Hardy! [Drools]
Layna: [Pops in] Watch the drool and your turning into a *cough* FANGIRL *cough*
Robyn: Uh......
Layna: Welcome.
Robyn: Hi Jeff.
Jeff: That's me. Hey do you have any skittles?
Robyn: Sure
Robyn goes to her computer where she has a giant bag of Skittles.
Jeff: [Attacks the bag of Skittles and puts a big handful into his mouth.] (He makes a
face)
Robyn: *snickers* Sour Skittles.
Part III: Goat with a World Domination Complex.
Doorbell Rings as Robyn fights Jeff for the bag of sour skittles.
Robyn: [Opens the door while chewing sour skittles]
And who's at the door this time?
Robyn: Look everybody! A goat wearing rather loud pants has come to join the party!
Jericho: Do you know who I AM!?
Robyn: [Squinting] Should I? [Takes another handful of Skittles]
Jericho: I'm the freaking King of the World!
Billy: And the goat has a World Domination Complex.
Adrian: Well that's funny because she think she's all powerful!
Robyn: Adrian, get OUT of my story. I promise you'll have plenty of lines and won't be
thrown into the Jell-O pit.
Adrian: How did you get into my HEAD!?
Robyn: That's why I'm all powerful, remember? Plus, that's apart of the special powers
I posses because I'm the writer. So, will you get out?
Adrian: Throw in some vanilla pudding and you have yourself a deal.
Robyn: Lines in the next story, no Jell-O, and vanilla pudding. Deal
Jericho: What was THAT about?
Robyn/Adrian: Nothing. Who are you again?
Jericho: The ayatollah-of-rockin-rolla. And yes Roslyn/Countess, ayatollah is a real
word; as in a title of respect.
Layna: [Pops in yet again] then why do you have it?
Robyn: First of all, its Robyn or Iccess the superior when I'm in a bad mood. And
second, STAY OUT OF MY HEAD! Third, you weren't invited and definitely not a
muse! [Slams door in Jericho's face.]
Jericho: Open up you ASSCLOWNS
All: NO! Jericho: What do you mean I'm not a muse? You're a bona fide Jerichoholic. You even have me on your list.
Robyn: [looks at the list] Crap! He's not going to be for long. [Grabs eraser]
Robyn spends 20 minutes trying to erase Jericho's name from the list.
Robyn: Stupid ink! [Defeated] I give up. Someone let Jericho in.
Jericho: I knew it, she loves me!
All: [Roll their eyes]
Robyn: [Sarcastically] Yes Chris, I want you, take me away.
Jericho has a satisfied look on his face.
Robyn: But seriously Jericho. If you insist upon being one of my muses you HAVE to
do something about your wardrobe.
Jericho: What's wrong with my wardrobe?
Robyn: Your outfits could light up Vegas and you scare small children.
Jeff: Forget small children. Try the general population.
Jericho: Shut up, Hardy Boy.
Jeff: Hey you can't blame me for being honest.
Robyn: As I was saying, you must wear pants void of sound & unheard of colors... and
find a shirt that highlights your awesomely defined muscles.
There's a long silence and Jericho has a satisfied look on his face.
Robyn: What? [Notices stares from everyone in the room including Hurricane who was
still watching The Super Friends] Why is everyone staring at me like that?
Layna: Robbie, listen. Stop, rewind, and push play. [Pushes play on a mini tape
recorder] Recorder: 'Find a shirt that highlights your awesomely defined muscles'
Layna: You're welcome.
Robyn: [Runs screaming into her bedroom]
Hurricane: Alright then. Wanna order more pizza?
Jeff/Billy: Okay.
Jericho: No thanks I gotta keep in shape for my favorite Jericoholic.
Everyone else: *cringe*
AN/// Well that's the end of Chapter 2 which is much longer then chapter 1. I hope ya'll liked it. If so, r/r and if not still do it. There is one more left to go but I can't type it right now (homework). It's done I promise. Anyways later! My next fic isn't that funny. It's going to be called 'The House Party Gone Wrong.' Tune in by next week for the concluding chapter which is going to be pretty short. ICCESS TBC