A Little Sibling Rivalry
The Next Day…
"No, Lisa, you told mom and dad on me, and that's why I can't use my superpowers!" The Hurricane was walking down the hall with his little sister. She was pretty much dressed in the same getup, except her mask and clothes were pink… as well as her hair.
"No, no, no, Shane. You're not supposed to fly in broad daylight! All citizens of North Carolina saw you… so did mom and dad… so you told on yourself." She argued.
The Hurricane shook his head. The two of them continued to argue when Vince McMahon shut them up.
"Hello Shane… and who are you?" He asked nodding his head toward Lisa. She did her brother's pose. "Hello, citizen… I'm… The Thunderstorm!" She said. "You used my pose!" Shane yelled "WASSUPWITDAT!?"
Lisa glared at him and gave him the hand. She walked off.
"Hey! You don't know where you're going!" Shane yelled chasing after his kid sister. He bumped into some guy.
John Cena was standing there with his little brother, Brad. "Hey… dis foo almost knocked me over, dawg." Brad said pointing at The Hurricane, who was long gone.
"Don't worry 'bout it, aight? We'll deal wit him lata." John said.
Brad nodded. Brad's clothes were three sizes too big for him… just like his brother.
"Yo Brad, I'm a starvin' Marvin… you want get somethin' ta eat?" John asked. "Yo! My name ain't Brad! It's… B-Rad… you feelin' dat, son?" Brad asked.
"Yeah, aight, it's tight, man." John said, giving his little brother a pound. (A low five for those of you non-gangsta's… lol.)
They left to go get something to eat. They walked by Molly Holly and her younger sisters, Dolly Holly and Polly Holly.
"Molly! What are you thinking?" Dolly and Polly asked in unison, pushing up their square rimmed glasses.
"What?" Molly asked.
"That shirt is so… slutty." Polly said referring to Molly's no-sleeved turtleneck.
Both twins were dressed like beatniks. They had on black long-sleeved turtlenecks and black slacks. Their hair was tied up in tight, sophisticated buns. They were wearing black loafers.
"Is it really?" Molly asked, nervously trying to scrunch up.
"Yes." Polly said.
"Here, you can wear my sweater." Dolly said, putting her black sweater around her sister.
"Thanks Polly, you're a lifesaver!" Molly said, buttoning up the sweater. "I'm Dolly!" Dolly said, frowning.
"Oh don't frown, you'll get wrinkles… and then you'll have to wait till you're thirty to wear concealer." Molly said, pouting.
"Oh alright." Dolly said suddenly smiling. Polly smiled too, and so did Molly.
"Why are you guys smiling? I'm Jenn. I'm a Hardy Girl! Matt and Jeff are looking for me. Are you guys gothic? Gotta run!" Jenn Hardy said without taking a breath. She ran away. "Caffeine should not be in her diet." Polly mumbled walking away with her sisters.
"Hey stop her! Stop the girl with the green and purple streaks in her hair!" Jeff yelled running after his sister.
"Green and purple rock! They're the Hardy Boy colors! They're also Barney's colors… don't tell! The Hardy Boys are my big brothers! They love me, yes sir they do! My, your legs are long! Gotta run!" Jenn 'conversed' with Stacy and her little sister, Tracy.
"You ain't runnin' nowhere!" Matt said grabbing his little sister. He picked her up over his shoulder. Jenn giggled.
Matt walked off with Jenn and Jeff. "Ooh! Matt, lookie! A window! Stop! I wanna see the view!" She said.
Matt stopped for Jenn to gaze out the window.
"Everything's all upside down and stuff!" She said.
"Hey Jeff let's jump out the window! C'mon you and me! Wanna?" She asked excitedly.
"Of course I do!" Jeff said, jumping up and down happily, his purple hair moving all over.
"Don't encourage her!" Matt scolded, walking down the hall.
Stacy and Tracy could hear both Jeff and Jenn begging and pleading to jump out of the window.
"She's crazy!" Tracy exclaimed.
"A total nutcase!" Stacy agreed.
"Stacy… Matt's cute! Why don't you guys go out?" She asked.
"Because I go out with Test… and I tried going out with Matt but there's just no… no…"
"No what?"
"No…" Stacy thought for a second.
"What's that subject that I never passed in high school and you won't either?" Stacy asked.
"Uh… Math?" Tracy asked.
"Nope."
"English?"
"Nope."
"Chemistry?"
"That's it! There's no… chemistry… between Matt and I. Plus… he has this…uh… this…this…um…uh thing with Lita." Stacy explained.
"What thing?" Tracy asked.
"What's the other subject that I never passed and you won't either?" Stacy asked.
"Um… Gym?"
"Nope."
"Lunch?"
"Nope."
"Algebra?"
"Nope."
"Social Studies?"
"Yeah! But what's the other word for it?"
"History?"
"Yeah! Matt has this history with Lita." Stacy explained.
"Oh that sucks." Tracy said, frowning.
"Yeah I know." Stacy mumbled.
"Hey! Stacy! It's nine o' clock! I missed Dawson's Creek!" Tracy whined, looking at her digital watch.
"No, Tracy… that's a six." Stacy explained.
"Oh…then let's watch the Brady Bunch!" Tracy said happily.
"Sure! Greg is hot… but I hate the way he dresses. He's so… out of style. We should write to the director and have him spruce up Greg's wardrobe a little bit."
"Totally."
Tracy and Stacy walked towards Stacy's hotel, passing Brock Lesnar and his sister, Bree.
"Come on Bree! You can be the next big thing! You got what it takes!" Brock coached his little sister as he held her feet down while she did sit-ups. "But…Brock…you're the next… big…thing." She grunted.
"Well you got what it takes to be… the next, next big thing." He said.
She rolled her eyes. "Brock, no more! I'm not a six foot tall- three hundred pound- twenty five year old!" She whined. "I can't do so many sit-ups!" "But you only did twelve!" He whined along with her.
"Brock!"
"Bree!"
"God, you're infuriating!" She yelled.
"You're infur-ibah-jiva-rating!" Brock yelled back.
"Shut up you loser." She said getting up.
"Hey don't be disrespecting me like that!" Brock yelled.
"Oh, go flog your log." She mumbled, walking away.
"Hey! Watch what you say!" Brock yelled after her. She ignored him.
"Hey don't be ignoring me like that!" Brock scolded, walking behind her. She went into his hotel room and slammed the door.
"Hey don't be slamming doors in my face like that!" He yelled.
"Go away!" She yelled.
"Hey don't be yelling at me like that!" He said, banging on the door. He was silent for a few seconds. He realized he was knocking on his own door. "Hey don't be taking over my domain like that!"
"Hey jabroni, just turn the knob." The Rock mumbled walking past Brock with his little sister, Pebbles.
"You see Pebbles… I don't float in that boat but… Brock is a good looking guy… his attic is just kinda empty… you know what I'm saying?" the Rock asked, pointing to his head.
"Uh-huh." Pebbles said, nodding.
"See… you can't always get beauty and brains. But me… I'm an exception. I got beauty…brains…charm…"
Pebbles sighed. She knew it was going to be a long night. "…wit…talent…I'm trustworthy…" Pebbles rolled her eyes. "…sexy…great smile…good –"
"Dwayne, shut up!" She said.
The Rock looked at her with a look of shock on his face. One, she used his first name, two she told him to shut up, and three she interrupted the 'Great One'.
"Rocky… everybody knows I'm the most precious child mom and dad had. You're number two. Girls are better than boys, anyway." She said. She smirked.
"Hey! Have you starred in your own movies? No, I don't think so! Are you the most electrifying man in sports entertainment? No, I don't think so!" Pebbles laughed sarcastically. "You call this entertainment! You mean people actually take time out to watch you? Ha! I'd rather drink whole milk!" She said, laughing again. She walked away.
"Hey you take that back!" The Rock said, following her.
"And this is why we wear masks." Rey explained to his little sister Renee after witnessing the feud between Rocky and Pebbles.
Renee had on a mask, too, except it wasn't over her whole head. Just covering her eyes and nose. It was a pinkish purple color– a sort of lavender. Her brown ponytails were hanging down over the mask straps. She was wearing a tight white tank top and lavender pants that were similar to Rey's.
"Why?" She asked him.
"So we don't have to prove to each other that I'm the cuter child." Rey said. Renee rolled her eyes. She wasn't even going to get into it with her brother.
