*Author's Note: To look at my disclaimer and all of that, go to the first chapter.*
On to the story!
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*Chapter Eleven – You Gotta Fight For Your Right to Party (Pt. 2)*
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, RVD was debating on whether to share his weed with anyone else. "Rob, you know you can't smoke all of that yourself." Mark Henry told him.
"Yeah, man, share the love!" added Rikishi. RVD looked at Brock and Matt. Oh yeah, I want me some of that, Brock thought to himself. Better late than never!
"Hmmm, does anyone else have any weed?" RVD asked around.
"I do!" a loud voice yelled in from the living room. It was X-Pac.
"Hey, X-Pac, how's it going?" RVD smiled. He had bought his bag of weed from him before.
X-Pac nodded. "It's going. I have a shitload of weed and a few bongs if anyone else is willing to hit it."
Benoit laughed. "Man, you are all a bunch of potheads here! I think I'm gonna go and join the rest of the alkies!" And with that, he grabbed a can of Coors Light and went to the living room.
William Regal sniffed, "Is that stuff laced with anything?"
X-Pac replied, "Nope. It's pure, 100 percent weedarific." His comment made a few people laugh.
Chris Nowinski added, "Surely he would know if it was laced with anything…right?"
X-Pac nodded. "Yep." Damned if I know, he thought to himself. "So who's willing to join me?" A few people's hands were raised, including those of Brock, Matt, and RVD. Wow, Matt thought, I can't believe I'm going through with this. Dad is gonna kill me, and Jeff, well, he doesn't have to know.
Matt smiled nervously at Brock, who was just as nervous. "I've never done it before."
Brock nodded and whispered back, "Me neither."
"But the thing is, we have to go outside and do it…on the back porch. Kevin and Rocky have a thing against smoking weed in their house. So whoever wants to join us, follow me." X-Pac told them. And with that, a bunch of people headed to the back porch.
The doorbell rang again, and this time, it was Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Edge, Christian, and Jeff Hardy, along with Nidia. Edge had insisted on Shawn taking Christian with them, since Kurt Angle and Billy Gunn refused to go. Nidia, on the other hand, was told to go with Shawn and the others by Stacy. Edge smiled at the commotion going on in the living room: Chris was still on the recliner, with Steph on the arm of it, talking about nothing in particular; Booker T was wasted as hell and flirting like mad with Linda; Shane was attempting to sing along to Puff Daddy on the stereo; the Rock and Jackie were flirting like hell with each other on the floor, eating some jello shots; and Rikishi was bumping and grinding around to the music.
Nidia just stood there in awe, and mouthed, "Wow."
"Damn, this sure looks like a party." remarked Shawn.
The Rock blinked when he realized who was talking. "Shawn! Hey, man, where the hell have you been? The Rock was wondering why you haven't shown up to the past few parties he's thrown!"
Triple H grinned. "I was the one that got him to come, Rocky."
The Rock laughed heartily, with Jackie clinging onto his arm. "Excellent one, Hunter. Go in the kitchen and help yourselves. More is on the way."
"Awesome." Edge added as he, Jeff, Shawn, and Triple H headed to the kitchen. Nidia, who had no idea where to go, tagged along.
Shawn looked at the alcohol selection and shook his head. "Man, Rocky sure knows what the people of WWE U want." And with that, he grabbed a bottle of Yuengling. "Hunter, what do you want?"
"Eh, I'll have a Yuengling, too." Shawn reached down and grabbed another bottle. He looked up at Nidia. "You want anything?"
Nidia shrugged. "Coke?"
Triple H shook his head. "No, we're giving you the good stuff. Try this." He handed her a Mike's Hard Lemonade. Nidia looked at it in question.
"It tastes like lemonade." Shawn told her. Nidia shrugged. I really feel weird doing this, but okay, she thought as she opened the bottle. "Edge, Jeff, you two want anything?" Shawn asked. Edge and Jeff didn't speak. They were too surprised at all the alcohol that lay before them.
"Holy shit, I don't think I've ever seen this much alcohol in my life!" Jeff laughed. You're telling me, Jeffness, Edge thought as he looked over the selection.
"Man, I don't know what to try!" Edge exclaimed.
"I heard Bacardi Silver is good." Shawn suggested, taking a sip of his Yuengling. "It's kind of like Mike's though."
Edge shrugged. "Alright." He grabbed two bottles of Bacardi Silver and handed one to Jeff. "Drink up."
Jeff smiled. "I will."
"Hey, there's more alcohol!" yelled Bubba Ray as he, Stone Cold, Bradshaw, and Faarooq helped him carry all the alcohol into the kitchen. Triple H, Nidia, and Shawn got out of the way. Edge and Jeff stared in wonder. Wow, they sure must be expecting a lot of people, thought Edge as he took another sip of his Bacardi Silver.
"You think we can drink this all? What?! I said, you think we can drink this all?" Stone Cold asked Bradshaw and Faarooq.
"Hell yeah." Bradshaw yelled. He looked at his best friend Faarooq and said, "You know, we're still not legal yet."
"We still got a few more months til we're 21, but DAMN!" he yelled. The two headed to the back porch. Bubba Ray headed for the living room.
Stone Cold noticed Edge and Jeff were in the kitchen as well and said, "Hey, you two. I never got to thank you for saving me from Undertaker last night. What?!"
Shawn looked at Edge and Jeff, wide-eyed. "So that's where you two were!"
Nidia shuddered. "Isn't he that really scary guy?"
Stone Cold laughed. "Yeah, he sure is, little lady. Who are you?"
"Oh, this is Nidia, Stacy's roommate." Triple H began, putting an arm on her shoulder. "She's a sophomore."
Stone Cold raised his eyebrow. "Stacy's roommate?" She nodded.
Edge coughed and said, "But yeah, Stone Cold, it was not a problem, really. Undertaker is an asshole, I admit."
Stone Cold nodded. "Yes. I need to figure out how to repay you two for your efforts. He really wanted to beat my ass down." And he better not show up here, either, he thought to himself. Hopefully Kane distracted him good.
Jeff piped up, "How about we get to be in your crowd?" Edge looked at Jeff incredulously and then realized what his roommate had said. Well, that does mean we'd get to be in the popular crowd, he thought. And being in the popular crowd does have its rewards, like instantly reeking of awesomeness, and getting all the –
"Can we?" Edge asked, interrupting his own thoughts. Triple H shook his head. I'd never want to be in the popular crowd, he thought to himself as he drank some more Yuengling. I'm perfectly content just being one of those people that can get along with everyone. Er, mostly everyone. Nidia drank some more of her Mike's Hard Lemonade, and thought, hmm, this stuff isn't too bad.
Shawn mouthed to Triple H, "Are they serious?" Triple H nodded. Shawn sighed. I never really did get along with Stone Cold, but for my roommates' sake, I'm going to have to, he thought. Edge and Jeff looked expectantly at Stone Cold, who was mulling over the decision in his head.
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Out on the back porch were Brock, Matt, RVD, X-Pac, Bradshaw, and Faarooq, along with Trish. Trish was sick of seeing Linda and Jackie flirt like mad with Booker T and the Rock, respectively, and just needed to get away. And besides, I get to see a whole bunch of hot guys smoke some weed, she thought to herself. They're way hotter than the guys that are inside. She leaned back on her chair and coughed.
Brock, who was sitting next to her, asked, "You alright?"
Trish nodded, scratching her silver tank top. "Yeah, I'm fine." X-Pac was sitting on the first step, along with RVD. Matt, Faarooq, and Bradshaw, along with Brock and Trish, had each grabbed a chair.
"Okay, let's do this." X-Pac said as he took some weed out of RVD's bag and put it into a shiny silver bong.
Trish had to laugh. "I've never seen this done before." she told the guys.
Bradshaw smiled. "I've done it before, so it's alright." Faarooq nodded in agreement. I have to admit, that Trish girl is hot, he thought. And the thought of her watching me get high is just…DAMN!
X-Pac lit the bong and looked around at the expectant group. "Okay, who's first?"
Matt looked nervously at Brock. "You go." he mouthed.
Brock sighed. "No, you go."
Bradshaw growled at Matt and Brock and said, "Fine, I'll go first." Trish shook her head. Aw, he's trying to impress me, she thought. Oh well, try harder. X-Pac handed the bong to Bradshaw and everyone watched him take a hit.
It was silent until Bradshaw coughed a little. "I kinda breathed in a little too much." he laughed.
RVD shrugged. "Yeah, man, that happens to me a lot too. But it's worth it." Matt thought to himself, I really hope Jeff doesn't find me out here. And even if he does, I'll just say that I was watching. He furrowed his brow. But knowing him, he probably won't buy that.
Bradshaw took another hit of the bong and then held it up. "Who wants it?" RVD took it from his hand, and took a huge hit. Matt watched his roommate and had to giggle. Yep, from the minute I met him, I figured, pothead, he thought. But that's okay. RVD looked at Matt and grinned. Yes, I have finally taken a hit, he thought. I need more! RVD took another hit, and successfully managed to not cough like Bradshaw did.
"Yeah, who's the pro here, man? Who's the pro?" RVD giggled.
Bradshaw rolled his eyes. "Nice one, kid."
"The name's Rob Van Dam." RVD remarked, doing the hand motions. This made everyone laugh. Matt smiled knowingly. That's Rob, my pothead friend, he thought as RVD handed the bong to him.
In the living room, Lita was talking to Steph and Chris Jericho. She had remembered meeting Chris the other day at lunch with Trish, but she didn't remember meeting Steph. "So what do you think of WWE U so far?" she asked Steph, grabbing some Doritos from a nearby bowl on the table.
Steph shrugged. "It's alright, I guess. I mean, I've met some pretty good people already. But I kind of know who to stay away from thanks to my brother."
Lita looked over at Shane, who was drunk as hell on the couch along with Booker T and laughed. "Yeah, your brother is quite the wasted one over there."
Steph followed Lita's glance and shrugged. "Hey, let him. It's his reputation, not mine."
Chris nodded. "Yeah, and besides, who's that blonde hanging all over him, anyway?" Steph blinked. Shit, she thought, Jackie's all hanging onto my brother now! When in the hell did this happen?! Lita shook her head. Oh, Jackie, you've only had a few drinks and already you're wasted as hell, she thought. Like Steph said, it's your reputation, not mine!
"Oh, that's my roommate, Jackie." Lita replied, answering Chris' question.
Steph looked at Lita, wide-eyed. "She's your what?"
Lita repeated, "My roommate."
Steph sniffed, "Oh." Well, if I wanna hang with Lita, I'll just have to avoid Jackie in the process, she thought to herself as she grabbed some Doritos for herself and put them in her mouth.
Lita saw the look on Steph's face, and asked, "Do you have a problem with her?"
Steph shrugged. "Nah, I mean, I really don't know her that well." But I don't like the fact that she's flirting with my brother, she thought as she watched Jackie try to take her brother's green shirt off. And trying to fuck him in the process!
Lita took a sip of her Mike's Hard Lemonade and said, "Alright." I don't know, but I sense that she doesn't like Jackie at all for some reason, she thought to herself.
In the kitchen, the Rock and Stone Cold were talking about the whereabouts of Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson, while Shawn, Edge, Triple H, and Jeff were at the kitchen table, busy introducing Nidia to everyone that walked in or walked by.
"I mean, Brock told the Rock that she has a job somewhere." The Rock told his best friend.
Stone Cold took a sip of his Coors Light and asked, "Really? Where the hell would Stacy have a job at? Didn't she know that the party was tonight?"
The Rock nodded, taking a handful of potato chips and shoving them into his mouth. "Yes."
"Well, then, I think I should call Lance or Test and see if they can find where she is. What?! And besides, I want to know where Terri and my Debra are too."
The Rock laughed. "Your Debra. Ha, ha, ha, your candyass is whipped for her ass!"
Stone Cold shrugged. "Yeah, but she can put up with me, and that's all that matters. What?!" He took out his dark blue cell phone and called Test.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Test, do you know where Stacy is?" Stone Cold asked his friend.
Test, who was in the passenger side of Lance Storm's car, replied, "Yep, I sure do. She's in the backseat with Torrie, Debra, and Terri." Stone Cold blinked. Oh shit! Stacy, Terri, Debra, and Torrie in the same car, he thought. That's a world war just waiting to happen!
"Test?" Stone Cold growled into the phone.
"Yes?"
"Might I ask what in the hell you were thinking putting Terri and Debra in the same car with Torrie and Stacy?" Test wasn't really known for being the smart one, especially in dealing with the rivalry between Debra and Terri, and Torrie and Stacy.
Test blinked. "Oh yeah, that's right. We were at the mall with Debra and Terri when we decided to just bring Stacy and Torrie with us, anyway." Stone Cold could hear the 4 women arguing in the background. Dear God, please let them get here soon, he thought. I don't want Debra to totally beat the living shit out of Torrie and Stacy. That won't go over too well with Rocky.
"Why'd you decide to put them in the same car, though? You know it's a huge bitch fest just waiting to happen!" Stone Cold yelled into the phone. Test winced. I'm well aware of this, he thought to himself as he tried to block out the noise of the 4 women arguing in the backseat.
"I know, but you see, Stacy and Torrie work at the same store in the mall. Stacy's car isn't working, so we decided to help out and take them back to campus, and then bring them to the house."
Stone Cold nodded in understanding. Well, good for them, he thought to himself. I'm gonna be surprised if the four of them don't claw each other's eyes out by the time they get out of the car! "I see. Where are you all at now?"
Test asked Lance, who was focusing on the road, "Where in the hell are we now?"
Lance replied, "We're just getting onto Main Street."
"Main Street." Test told Stone Cold. The Rock was impatiently drumming his fingers on the kitchen table. I hope he found them, he thought to himself as he ate some more potato chips.
"Okay. I'm gonna warn you now, the street's pretty crowded, so try to park on one of the alleyways." Stone Cold told his friend.
Test nodded. Of course, he thought, your parties always make the streets impossible to park in! "Alright."
"Hey, ask Stone Cold if they got any Southern Comfort around." Lance told Test.
"Lance wants to know if you guys bought some Southern Comfort."
Stone Cold nodded. "Yep, we sure did."
Test told Lance, "Yep, they did."
Lance smiled. "Great!"
Test told Stone Cold, "Alright, well I'll talk to you whenever we get to the house."
"Okay. Later." Stone Cold hung up the phone and told the Rock, "They're all on their way." The Rock grinned. Excellent, he thought, maybe the Rock can finally get a piece of Stacy pie after all!
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End of Chapter Eleven…