Okay, so I've decided the turn this into a continuing 'behind the scenes'
story that has nothing bad in it, just a lot of fun, joking, and practical
jokes. Hope you guys like it and please tell me what you think or if you
have any ideas!
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"Does my hair look okay this color?"
There was a little bit of silence and then somebody replied. "I really don't like it."
"Doesn't really go with that outfit either. Maybe you should try something a little bit darker to offset that color in your shirt."
"That's a really good idea. When did you get so good at deciding this kind of stuff anyway? You always used to be so conservative about things."
"My choice of friends doesn't really help matters any." The person responded dryly. "But thank you for noticing that I'm getting good at that kind of thing. Maybe I should get a job picking out clothes for people."
"They're called stylists and I really can't see you as one. You, on the other hand." They exclaimed, pointing to the person across the room. "I could see you very easily being somebody's stylist."
"Gee, thanks."
"Sorry to interrupt your little clothing session here." A voice interrupted. "But I am having a major dilemma over here. What do you all think of these shorts?"
Everyone in the room contemplated the question for a minute until somebody broke the silence. "Me personally, and this is just my opinion, I think that they kinda make your butt look big."
"Not really big." Someone contradicted. "I think the shorts may be too little."
"You think? But he said they would look fine on me."
"He thinks everything looks fine on everyone backstage. At least that's what he told me. I guess he doesn't want people getting mad at him."
"Well I would have been mad at him if I went out there and my ass was hanging out."
There was laughter, and then: "But I'm sure the audience wouldn't have minded. They would have gotten a good show for a cheap price."
"I hate you all." The person with the shorts muttered. "Why do you guys have to act so mean to me all the time? All I want is your honest opinion about something and you get all sarcastic on me and I am never that way to any of you!"
"Yeah right. You act like you have a stick permanently shoved up your ass; walking around like you're too damn good for anyone."
"Hardy, if you want to say something like that to my face you better be ready to back-up your words." Triple H snapped as he threw a clean towel over his shoulder and glared at Jeff Hardy.
Jeff Hardy stared straight back at him, unblinking and Matt Hardy kept one watchful eye on the two. He was spending the rest of his energy trying to persuade the Rock that the new tattoo he had on his left arm didn't need to go any further up his neck, that the fans were getting scared of it as it is. In fact, he had began to tell the Rock about these signs he saw in the audience when his brother decided to get on Triple H's bad side.
"What about this shirt?" Edge asked as he jumped out of the dressing room to display a new shirt the design team had thought up for him. "Does this one look okay with my hair."
"That one's good." Kurt Angle agreed. "Brock was right about that other shirt, it really didn't go with your hair at all. But this one does. Wear that one."
Brock looked up from the magazine he was reading as Edge cleared his throat expectantly and nodded his approval. "That one's better." He commented before turning back to the RAW magazine.
"Cool." Edge said to himself as he stood in front of the mirror, admiring the shirt from all angles he could think of.
"If you think for one minute that you get the mirror the whole time then you are sadly mistaking." Chris Jericho announced to Edge as he stepped into the already crowded room. "Damn, what happened to our locker room? It's like five times smaller then usual."
"The girls got here first so they went straight to the bigger room." Christian muttered unhappily from his place on the bench.
"Okay, does anybody care that I can't do my stretches in this very limited space." RVD called out helplessly.
"Um, not really no." The Big Show replied bluntly, turning around but only managing to hit RVD upside the head with his bag. "Sorry." He said as the martial-arts specialist fell down to the ground and looked up with stars in his eyes.
There was a knock on the door and the closest person, Rey Mysterio, blindly reached his hand out and pulled the door open, not so silently cursing Rikishi for having the biggest ass he's ever seen.
"You know, I can't help that." Rikishi shot back at him. "My family is all big-boned."
"I'd hate to see the family reunion." Christian cracked and Edge started laughing and slapped him a high five.
"I'd hate to cook for the family reunion." He added and they both almost fell on the floor they were laughing so hard.
"Yeah, well I'd hate to-"
"Just stop Kurt." Christian apprehended the Olympic hero with a suddenly straight face as he picked himself up off the floor. "It's dead. You killed it."
"You so killed it." Edge added and he rolled his eyes in Kurt's direction before turning back to the mirror.
"Wait, what's dead?" The Hurricane asked as he stepped into the room and promptly came face to face with A-Train's hairy back and shuddered before moving away as far as he possibly could. "Never again." He muttered to himself, covering his eyes with his hands.
"Edge is that you?" Rey called, pulling himself up using Scott Steiner and Nathan Jones for support.
"Rey Rey! I figured you would have been a goner by now!" Edge yelled back, his voice barely making its presence among the rest of the whining and complaining. "I'm coming little buddy!"
"Don't go over there." Brock said suddenly, grabbing a hold of his arm. "It isn't pretty over there. They got hairy backs and steroids and huge asses over there. Stay here where it's safer."
Edge's eyes got wide and he nodded slowly, sitting down on the chair and giving Jericho a chance at the full-length mirror and everyone started groaning as he started singing a Fozzy song that none of them were very partial to.
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"I feel bad for them a little."
Stephanie McMahon shook her head, causing glossy dark brown hair to swing over her shoulders. "Why are you feeling bad for them?"
"Not sure." Torrie shrugged.
"Well I sure don't." Stacy smirked. "How many of them have we seen go in?" She asked curiously.
Lita was silent as she ticked the names off on her fingers and furrowed her eyebrows. "16 or 17 I think, but I don't know if I remembered them all."
"Steph, it's going to smell so bad in there once they all come out." Trish said in between giggles and the Smackdown general manager shrugged.
"I don't have to clean it." She dismissed with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand. "Besides, I think they all assume the door is locker or something. It's not and all they have to do is turn the knob to get out."
"Maybe they just like being in there all cramped like that." Stacy giggled. "But I still feel kind of bad. You know we don't have the smartest guys in the world Steph." She answered towards the questioning look Steph gave her and she walked over to the closed door and yanked it open and they all braced themselves for the worst.
Stacy's eyes got wide and Stephanie raised her eyebrows. Lita started laughing and had to hold onto Trish's shoulder for support and Torrie was leaned against the wall with a bemused look on her face. There was very limited space left in the room and the smaller superstars like Rey had resorted to being perched on top of the counter space and then you would have someone like the Big Show who was trying to mimic them. Edge, Christian, and Jericho were fighting for mirror space and there was a small circle of free space around Rikishi, who they were all trying to avoid. 17 heads turned around to face the open doorway and Stacy waved, and then got squashed to the wall as they all trampled out, gasping for fresh air.
The three blonde Canadians stormed off to the closest bathroom for mirror space, Triple H and Jeff Hardy were still glaring at each and Matt was showing the Rock his tattoo in the mirror, repeating to himself that 'it wasn't alive and was just his imagination.
"There is some weird ass stuff that happens back here." Trish muttered to Torrie as the two watched the sorry state that the top-performers were in; fanning themselves with anything they could get their hands on, limping away from everyone else, gulping down water, and vowing to never speak to the girls again.
"You should've left them in there." Lita told Stacy as she walked by after hearing Matt was never going near the Rock as long as he was with the company. "They were all a lot better off stuck in there, at least it made them get along somewhat."
"You're gonna pay." Kurt semi-threatened as he held onto the wall, gasping in fresh air as fast as he could. "You're so gonna pay."
"We'd love to see you try." Torrie smirked, pushing the bandana securing her blonde hair away from her face and laughing with Trish as they made their way back to the room.
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So what tricks do the boys have up their sleeves? No really, I'm asking for your input and ideas because I'm drained, lol. Just tell me what you think should happen and there's a good chance of me using your idea, and I'll give you full credit plus a special spot in my profile just for you! How's that for incentive, lol. I'm so sad. j.k.
*FallenAngel
*~*~*~*
"Does my hair look okay this color?"
There was a little bit of silence and then somebody replied. "I really don't like it."
"Doesn't really go with that outfit either. Maybe you should try something a little bit darker to offset that color in your shirt."
"That's a really good idea. When did you get so good at deciding this kind of stuff anyway? You always used to be so conservative about things."
"My choice of friends doesn't really help matters any." The person responded dryly. "But thank you for noticing that I'm getting good at that kind of thing. Maybe I should get a job picking out clothes for people."
"They're called stylists and I really can't see you as one. You, on the other hand." They exclaimed, pointing to the person across the room. "I could see you very easily being somebody's stylist."
"Gee, thanks."
"Sorry to interrupt your little clothing session here." A voice interrupted. "But I am having a major dilemma over here. What do you all think of these shorts?"
Everyone in the room contemplated the question for a minute until somebody broke the silence. "Me personally, and this is just my opinion, I think that they kinda make your butt look big."
"Not really big." Someone contradicted. "I think the shorts may be too little."
"You think? But he said they would look fine on me."
"He thinks everything looks fine on everyone backstage. At least that's what he told me. I guess he doesn't want people getting mad at him."
"Well I would have been mad at him if I went out there and my ass was hanging out."
There was laughter, and then: "But I'm sure the audience wouldn't have minded. They would have gotten a good show for a cheap price."
"I hate you all." The person with the shorts muttered. "Why do you guys have to act so mean to me all the time? All I want is your honest opinion about something and you get all sarcastic on me and I am never that way to any of you!"
"Yeah right. You act like you have a stick permanently shoved up your ass; walking around like you're too damn good for anyone."
"Hardy, if you want to say something like that to my face you better be ready to back-up your words." Triple H snapped as he threw a clean towel over his shoulder and glared at Jeff Hardy.
Jeff Hardy stared straight back at him, unblinking and Matt Hardy kept one watchful eye on the two. He was spending the rest of his energy trying to persuade the Rock that the new tattoo he had on his left arm didn't need to go any further up his neck, that the fans were getting scared of it as it is. In fact, he had began to tell the Rock about these signs he saw in the audience when his brother decided to get on Triple H's bad side.
"What about this shirt?" Edge asked as he jumped out of the dressing room to display a new shirt the design team had thought up for him. "Does this one look okay with my hair."
"That one's good." Kurt Angle agreed. "Brock was right about that other shirt, it really didn't go with your hair at all. But this one does. Wear that one."
Brock looked up from the magazine he was reading as Edge cleared his throat expectantly and nodded his approval. "That one's better." He commented before turning back to the RAW magazine.
"Cool." Edge said to himself as he stood in front of the mirror, admiring the shirt from all angles he could think of.
"If you think for one minute that you get the mirror the whole time then you are sadly mistaking." Chris Jericho announced to Edge as he stepped into the already crowded room. "Damn, what happened to our locker room? It's like five times smaller then usual."
"The girls got here first so they went straight to the bigger room." Christian muttered unhappily from his place on the bench.
"Okay, does anybody care that I can't do my stretches in this very limited space." RVD called out helplessly.
"Um, not really no." The Big Show replied bluntly, turning around but only managing to hit RVD upside the head with his bag. "Sorry." He said as the martial-arts specialist fell down to the ground and looked up with stars in his eyes.
There was a knock on the door and the closest person, Rey Mysterio, blindly reached his hand out and pulled the door open, not so silently cursing Rikishi for having the biggest ass he's ever seen.
"You know, I can't help that." Rikishi shot back at him. "My family is all big-boned."
"I'd hate to see the family reunion." Christian cracked and Edge started laughing and slapped him a high five.
"I'd hate to cook for the family reunion." He added and they both almost fell on the floor they were laughing so hard.
"Yeah, well I'd hate to-"
"Just stop Kurt." Christian apprehended the Olympic hero with a suddenly straight face as he picked himself up off the floor. "It's dead. You killed it."
"You so killed it." Edge added and he rolled his eyes in Kurt's direction before turning back to the mirror.
"Wait, what's dead?" The Hurricane asked as he stepped into the room and promptly came face to face with A-Train's hairy back and shuddered before moving away as far as he possibly could. "Never again." He muttered to himself, covering his eyes with his hands.
"Edge is that you?" Rey called, pulling himself up using Scott Steiner and Nathan Jones for support.
"Rey Rey! I figured you would have been a goner by now!" Edge yelled back, his voice barely making its presence among the rest of the whining and complaining. "I'm coming little buddy!"
"Don't go over there." Brock said suddenly, grabbing a hold of his arm. "It isn't pretty over there. They got hairy backs and steroids and huge asses over there. Stay here where it's safer."
Edge's eyes got wide and he nodded slowly, sitting down on the chair and giving Jericho a chance at the full-length mirror and everyone started groaning as he started singing a Fozzy song that none of them were very partial to.
*~*~*~*
"I feel bad for them a little."
Stephanie McMahon shook her head, causing glossy dark brown hair to swing over her shoulders. "Why are you feeling bad for them?"
"Not sure." Torrie shrugged.
"Well I sure don't." Stacy smirked. "How many of them have we seen go in?" She asked curiously.
Lita was silent as she ticked the names off on her fingers and furrowed her eyebrows. "16 or 17 I think, but I don't know if I remembered them all."
"Steph, it's going to smell so bad in there once they all come out." Trish said in between giggles and the Smackdown general manager shrugged.
"I don't have to clean it." She dismissed with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand. "Besides, I think they all assume the door is locker or something. It's not and all they have to do is turn the knob to get out."
"Maybe they just like being in there all cramped like that." Stacy giggled. "But I still feel kind of bad. You know we don't have the smartest guys in the world Steph." She answered towards the questioning look Steph gave her and she walked over to the closed door and yanked it open and they all braced themselves for the worst.
Stacy's eyes got wide and Stephanie raised her eyebrows. Lita started laughing and had to hold onto Trish's shoulder for support and Torrie was leaned against the wall with a bemused look on her face. There was very limited space left in the room and the smaller superstars like Rey had resorted to being perched on top of the counter space and then you would have someone like the Big Show who was trying to mimic them. Edge, Christian, and Jericho were fighting for mirror space and there was a small circle of free space around Rikishi, who they were all trying to avoid. 17 heads turned around to face the open doorway and Stacy waved, and then got squashed to the wall as they all trampled out, gasping for fresh air.
The three blonde Canadians stormed off to the closest bathroom for mirror space, Triple H and Jeff Hardy were still glaring at each and Matt was showing the Rock his tattoo in the mirror, repeating to himself that 'it wasn't alive and was just his imagination.
"There is some weird ass stuff that happens back here." Trish muttered to Torrie as the two watched the sorry state that the top-performers were in; fanning themselves with anything they could get their hands on, limping away from everyone else, gulping down water, and vowing to never speak to the girls again.
"You should've left them in there." Lita told Stacy as she walked by after hearing Matt was never going near the Rock as long as he was with the company. "They were all a lot better off stuck in there, at least it made them get along somewhat."
"You're gonna pay." Kurt semi-threatened as he held onto the wall, gasping in fresh air as fast as he could. "You're so gonna pay."
"We'd love to see you try." Torrie smirked, pushing the bandana securing her blonde hair away from her face and laughing with Trish as they made their way back to the room.
*~*~*~*
So what tricks do the boys have up their sleeves? No really, I'm asking for your input and ideas because I'm drained, lol. Just tell me what you think should happen and there's a good chance of me using your idea, and I'll give you full credit plus a special spot in my profile just for you! How's that for incentive, lol. I'm so sad. j.k.
*FallenAngel