My Constitution
(Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Wrestling. I wouldn't mind being the manager of RAW! With Stone Cold Steve Austin though) (Summary; Will start out G-rated for now, but it will go to R later on. I decided to make up my own constitution. Hope you all like it)
See you all should be proud of me. I am keeping my opening chapter G-Rated. But, as soon as I am done writing this, it will go straight to R. I am only doing this because I am not in the mood to see another story be thrown off of fanfiction, but knowing my luck, it probably will be.
Chapter One: My opening statement.
Well, since I saw George Bush make an opening statement, I might as well also. (By the way, I can't stand George Bush. I don't know why people elected him. Bloomberg is another person I can't stand. It's hard enough on all of us good people of America without Bloomberg or whoever it is raising taxes on all of us good Americans.
(Took off of this video I saw where Shawn Michaels and HHH were in D-Generation X. They pretended to be president of the US. I really miss them in D-Generation X) Anyways:
Welcome to my first Congressional meeting. I would like to take this opportunity to fire off everyone. I would like to place as my Assistant president: Stone Cold Steve Austin. (We will announce what changes will be made in our next chapter. That's when it goes to R) My secretary is: Jeff Hardy. My treasurer will be: Bill Goldberg. My cabinet will be: HHH, Shawn Michaels, Booker T, Rey Mysterio, Rowdy Roddy Piper, Sean O'Haire, Hulk Hogan, and lastly Brock Lesner. Did I miss anybody that assists the president? (I am not gonna bother naming all the wrestlers I hate, but I must tell you at least one wrestler I cant stand: John Cena. I think he has an attitude problem and has gotten to be a real pain in the butt. Watch Samckdown! And you will see what I mean)
So, with that all done, now that you know who is in charge of what, I guess I should start the real story. But, be warned before I start: There will be cursing involved. I did warn all of you. I did follow the rules this time.
Now, you can flame if you want to. I can't control how you feel towards my writing, but I do deserve one piece of credit, at least I have the decency to respect all of you who do flame, which can not be said for certain writers.
Read and Review. See you when I make my next chapter. Chapter two: my changes made to benefit the United States.
(Disclaimer: I do not own anybody in Wrestling. That credit goes to Vince Mcmahon. (I wish that Stone Cold could take over instead of Vince.)
Now, if I am made president, the following things will be changed:
-I promise to try to be nice to all my friends from now on. Even if they don't deserve me to respect them, I still will. -I will from now on, only use the words ass, damn, hell, and penis. I will not however NEVER, I repeat NEVER use the words: Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cock sucker, Mother fucker, Pussy, and Tits. I repeat once again I will NEVER use the words: Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cock Sucker, Mother Fucker, Pussy and Tits. -(Thinks) I know I forgot some words. Oh yes, I will use the word Vagina, but I will Not use the word Dick. (Except to refer to Richard) Tell me something: Is Asshole really a curse, or a minor curse?) -As president, I swear to make Wrestling on TV 24 hours and day, all year round. Shawn Michaels and HHH will go back to the D-Generation X, Trish will finally get the credit that she deserves. (She is a cool wrestler. I like her best out of all the female Wrestlers, Sable is cool too, Booker T and Goldberg will be team partners, and Edge and Christian will become tag team partners again. -A note on Fanfiction: I will make sure that NOONE, I repeat NOONE insults other people's work. If they do, they will never be allowed to write again. Only nice reviews will be allowed. (I do respect flames, but not everyone may agree with me.) -Lastly, sex (coughs) will be allowed in public places. Just please make sure you bring a blanket. Thank you and goodnight. -Oh yeah, I knew I forgot some things: Stone Cold Steve Austin will also team with Booker T, and Goldberg. Bishoff will be fired, you heard me FIRED! Vince will retire as the boss of the WWE and give his job to Stone Cold Steve Austin. He will take over as the General Manager of RAW, Sunday Night heat, Velocity and Confidential. I will let Stephanie McMahon keep her job. She is all right. -Beer will be available legally. (I don't drink beer. I only like Pina Coladas) All alcohol will be restricted to 17 and over. (I saw this cool Beer fest with Stone Cold Steve Austin on RAW last week, and I thought it looked kinda cool. He shared beers with the audience and Goldberg himself joined him). -Drugs will be available, only if they are 55 and can qualify for social security. (I don't do drugs. That is one thing I am dead serious about. I may kid about alcohol, but Drugs is serious business) -Smoking will be allowed. But, it has to be smoked only in your homes. If I find a bud outside on the streets, your ass will be in jail for a fucking long time, my friend. (Smoking is another thing I am not too fond of. I live in a household of smokers and every time I breathe in smoke, I feel like I am about to fucking die.) -Hey, do me all a favor, now that you have seen all my rules and regulations, tell me if you want a story based on this. I swear it will not use as much cursing this time. (I did follow the rules this time. I did make it start out G-Rated. I like R-rated stories. Some of them are funny,) -Now, this meeting is adjourned. Good night and good fight. (took off of Celebrity Deathmatch) Chapter three: I need ur help!!!
I need some serious help, Mentally and physically. Ok, first on my meeting: How in the world am I going to make a story out of this? Also for Icess- America's sake, I think I can arrange for one of my slaves to shove Jericho in the closet. He deserves to die, but then Christian has to go, (Not that I care), but Edge, he cant leave. No, he can stay, just for my own pure amusment. H will be my ass-clown, him and John Cena, but once Cena becomes useless to me, out the fucking door he goes!!! Well, I can do all that, just fine and dandy, but now how in the world do I make all this become a story? I have the characters down pact, its how to actually put them into perspective that I cant do. Maybe u all can help me/ (Puts on the puppy dog eyes) Pleeasseee? (Oh yeah, if this chapter is rewritten with one and two, I am sorry. Its because I have no idea how to make a whole new chapter. ) Now, Mentally? (Lays down) well, u see it all started about 5 years ago. My mommy never loved me. She put all her attention to my stupid stepfather. (Not true at all, but I am bored right now) (Watch me get flamed for this) But, if u do want to give me therapy, I would apprieciate it. My number is 1-718-Cena Sucks. Thanks for taking the time to hear me out. I will see you all when I figure out how to do this. Hopefully, I will get this done in a week or so. Thank u to all of u who reviewed. (hold up a beer) U guys all rock. I also am holding a beer fest. Everyone who wants to come must say Cena Sucks. See you later
(Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Wrestling. I wouldn't mind being the manager of RAW! With Stone Cold Steve Austin though) (Summary; Will start out G-rated for now, but it will go to R later on. I decided to make up my own constitution. Hope you all like it)
See you all should be proud of me. I am keeping my opening chapter G-Rated. But, as soon as I am done writing this, it will go straight to R. I am only doing this because I am not in the mood to see another story be thrown off of fanfiction, but knowing my luck, it probably will be.
Chapter One: My opening statement.
Well, since I saw George Bush make an opening statement, I might as well also. (By the way, I can't stand George Bush. I don't know why people elected him. Bloomberg is another person I can't stand. It's hard enough on all of us good people of America without Bloomberg or whoever it is raising taxes on all of us good Americans.
(Took off of this video I saw where Shawn Michaels and HHH were in D-Generation X. They pretended to be president of the US. I really miss them in D-Generation X) Anyways:
Welcome to my first Congressional meeting. I would like to take this opportunity to fire off everyone. I would like to place as my Assistant president: Stone Cold Steve Austin. (We will announce what changes will be made in our next chapter. That's when it goes to R) My secretary is: Jeff Hardy. My treasurer will be: Bill Goldberg. My cabinet will be: HHH, Shawn Michaels, Booker T, Rey Mysterio, Rowdy Roddy Piper, Sean O'Haire, Hulk Hogan, and lastly Brock Lesner. Did I miss anybody that assists the president? (I am not gonna bother naming all the wrestlers I hate, but I must tell you at least one wrestler I cant stand: John Cena. I think he has an attitude problem and has gotten to be a real pain in the butt. Watch Samckdown! And you will see what I mean)
So, with that all done, now that you know who is in charge of what, I guess I should start the real story. But, be warned before I start: There will be cursing involved. I did warn all of you. I did follow the rules this time.
Now, you can flame if you want to. I can't control how you feel towards my writing, but I do deserve one piece of credit, at least I have the decency to respect all of you who do flame, which can not be said for certain writers.
Read and Review. See you when I make my next chapter. Chapter two: my changes made to benefit the United States.
(Disclaimer: I do not own anybody in Wrestling. That credit goes to Vince Mcmahon. (I wish that Stone Cold could take over instead of Vince.)
Now, if I am made president, the following things will be changed:
-I promise to try to be nice to all my friends from now on. Even if they don't deserve me to respect them, I still will. -I will from now on, only use the words ass, damn, hell, and penis. I will not however NEVER, I repeat NEVER use the words: Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cock sucker, Mother fucker, Pussy, and Tits. I repeat once again I will NEVER use the words: Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cock Sucker, Mother Fucker, Pussy and Tits. -(Thinks) I know I forgot some words. Oh yes, I will use the word Vagina, but I will Not use the word Dick. (Except to refer to Richard) Tell me something: Is Asshole really a curse, or a minor curse?) -As president, I swear to make Wrestling on TV 24 hours and day, all year round. Shawn Michaels and HHH will go back to the D-Generation X, Trish will finally get the credit that she deserves. (She is a cool wrestler. I like her best out of all the female Wrestlers, Sable is cool too, Booker T and Goldberg will be team partners, and Edge and Christian will become tag team partners again. -A note on Fanfiction: I will make sure that NOONE, I repeat NOONE insults other people's work. If they do, they will never be allowed to write again. Only nice reviews will be allowed. (I do respect flames, but not everyone may agree with me.) -Lastly, sex (coughs) will be allowed in public places. Just please make sure you bring a blanket. Thank you and goodnight. -Oh yeah, I knew I forgot some things: Stone Cold Steve Austin will also team with Booker T, and Goldberg. Bishoff will be fired, you heard me FIRED! Vince will retire as the boss of the WWE and give his job to Stone Cold Steve Austin. He will take over as the General Manager of RAW, Sunday Night heat, Velocity and Confidential. I will let Stephanie McMahon keep her job. She is all right. -Beer will be available legally. (I don't drink beer. I only like Pina Coladas) All alcohol will be restricted to 17 and over. (I saw this cool Beer fest with Stone Cold Steve Austin on RAW last week, and I thought it looked kinda cool. He shared beers with the audience and Goldberg himself joined him). -Drugs will be available, only if they are 55 and can qualify for social security. (I don't do drugs. That is one thing I am dead serious about. I may kid about alcohol, but Drugs is serious business) -Smoking will be allowed. But, it has to be smoked only in your homes. If I find a bud outside on the streets, your ass will be in jail for a fucking long time, my friend. (Smoking is another thing I am not too fond of. I live in a household of smokers and every time I breathe in smoke, I feel like I am about to fucking die.) -Hey, do me all a favor, now that you have seen all my rules and regulations, tell me if you want a story based on this. I swear it will not use as much cursing this time. (I did follow the rules this time. I did make it start out G-Rated. I like R-rated stories. Some of them are funny,) -Now, this meeting is adjourned. Good night and good fight. (took off of Celebrity Deathmatch) Chapter three: I need ur help!!!
I need some serious help, Mentally and physically. Ok, first on my meeting: How in the world am I going to make a story out of this? Also for Icess- America's sake, I think I can arrange for one of my slaves to shove Jericho in the closet. He deserves to die, but then Christian has to go, (Not that I care), but Edge, he cant leave. No, he can stay, just for my own pure amusment. H will be my ass-clown, him and John Cena, but once Cena becomes useless to me, out the fucking door he goes!!! Well, I can do all that, just fine and dandy, but now how in the world do I make all this become a story? I have the characters down pact, its how to actually put them into perspective that I cant do. Maybe u all can help me/ (Puts on the puppy dog eyes) Pleeasseee? (Oh yeah, if this chapter is rewritten with one and two, I am sorry. Its because I have no idea how to make a whole new chapter. ) Now, Mentally? (Lays down) well, u see it all started about 5 years ago. My mommy never loved me. She put all her attention to my stupid stepfather. (Not true at all, but I am bored right now) (Watch me get flamed for this) But, if u do want to give me therapy, I would apprieciate it. My number is 1-718-Cena Sucks. Thanks for taking the time to hear me out. I will see you all when I figure out how to do this. Hopefully, I will get this done in a week or so. Thank u to all of u who reviewed. (hold up a beer) U guys all rock. I also am holding a beer fest. Everyone who wants to come must say Cena Sucks. See you later