AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm back with yet another chapter! Hope you enjoy it! I am in no way affiliated with any of the mini-golf places in this chapter, although they are real places. Don't forget to review! Thanks!
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"Rhyno, you need a life! You know what you need? You need MATTITUDE!" Matt Hardy said to Rhyno, who both he and Lita had pinned in the corner.
"You do not want to go out the window, lame ass." Lita was chanting over and over in a voice a tone lower than Matt's speech.
"RAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! You can't keep me away from my dear window! You absolutely cannot!" Rhyno shouted and bulldozed through the Mattitude barrier.
"I told you this wouldn't work." Lita yelled at Matt as they chased Rhyno down the hall.
Matt slowed to a stop. "You don't believe in Mattitude anymore? Awww Lita, how could you convert?" He said, starting to whine.
"Oh Matty, you know I love your Mattitude, but I decided to move on. Why don't you set up some Mattitude seminars downtown and I'll help you out. That should make you feel better." Lita said, trying to get herself out of Matt's attention for the moment.
Just then they heard shattering glass. "Oh damn!" Matt shouted, but then began screaming as Rhyno ran past with more furniture to dispose of out the window.
"We're gonna get killed for this!" Lita said, staring after Rhyno dubiously.
"No we aren't. We are going downtown. We are going to educate the general public on the betters of Mattitude! We are going to pretend we did NOT just see what the Rhyno did!" Matt said, starting for the elevator.
~*~
*THWACK* *THUNK* "Holy shit! Dude! What are you dumbasses doing behind me!" Jericho shouted and turned on his heel.
He looked down upon the teens he had just nailed in the head while practicing his swing. One, a mentally retarded teenager named Tyson Vitale, was laying on the ground twitching. Beside him twitched the form of one Jacob Groskruetz.
Jericho did not know who these people were, and because of his ego, he didn't care. The only reason these people are in the story is because of the author's interests. ANYWAYZ.
"Jacob? Is that you? I can't believe you are here. Why are you here? You little mini-golf course hobo!" Kaley said stepping away from Jeff.
"Huh? Whaaaaat? Whatchusay?" Jacob said, still in convulsions.
"Woooooo! I'm Ric Flair! Wait. What the hell am I talking about? I hate wrestling. It's the gayest thing on eart-" Tyson said coming out of his convulsions, only to be cut off.
"TELL me you did NOT just say that!" Booker T shouted, spitting on the large lump forming on Tyson's head.
"I, the mental retard of the century, did in fact say what I said and I'll say it-" Tyson replied, but was cut off again.
"Push them in." Bitchy said, then watched with satisfaction as the two strange teens were shoved into a nearby mini fake lake full of algae. The waterfall pounded on their bodies and pushed them under water.
"Hurray! They're gone, they're gone." Trish said doing a strange dance.
"That was fun to watch." Victoria said, grinning in a manner that scared the shit out of all within a ten-mile radius.
"Now, we are actually MINI-GOLFING." Stone Cold said, trying to steer attention back to their orignial occupation of the day.
~*~
*SOB* "I can't believe he is GONE." Steph sobbed on Ric Flair. *pause*
"Wait, shouldn't you be in fucking prison? You watched him DIE! Rot in hell, bitch!" Stephanie snapped at him the threw him into HHH's casket.
"MWAHAHAHA! BURY THEM!" She shouted and watched as the gravediggers covered the casket, now occupied by two... people/ lifeless bodies, with mounds of dirt.
The Hurricane watched all of this is stunned silence, but mumbled to himself, "I did not graduate at Hurri-U. I didn't! Chris Nowinski was LYING."
He walked away saying this to himself and Stephanie soon joined him in walking back to the car.
"Yay, glad that's over!" Steph said, "Now I don't have to pretend I care anymore!"
~*~
"So you say HHH will be coming any time now? Why hasn't he already come? We've been waiting two hours and he died last night!" Undertaker said, speaking to Satan.
"All in good time, my pretty, all in good time." Satan said in a voice like the Wicked Witch of the West (Wizard of Oz...sorry, I couldn't resist).
Just then, HHH and Ric Flair popped out of the flaming ceiling simultaneously.
"Hey, I thought they said only HHH died!" Kane said to 'Taker.
"It's just one more body to torture." 'Taker replied, pulling some giant pins out of his pocket. Turning to Satan, he asked, "Do you have any more torture devices around this place?"
"What kind of evil, hell -owning *person* would I be if I didn't? Come this way..." Satan said, leading Kane and 'Taker down a dark hallway, leaving Trips and Flair staring at each other.
~*~
"Christian SOO looked like a girl last week!" Kaley said to Jeff as they began wandering down a path leading towards the course they had decided to golf on.
"Yeah. He needed a new wardrobe, but not THAT drastic." Jeff said.
They came to a split in the trail and bade farewell to Rey and Jade who were taking on a course that was almost right next to theirs. As they walked down the path together, Kaley failed to notice a sopping wet figure trailing behind the pair.
~*~
"So Rey, do you wanna go first? I suck at mini golfing. I might slice your head off," Jade said as they reached the first hole, "And that would not be cool."
"HEY! My cool, not yours! Get away from cool!" RVD shouted from where he and Layce were situated on their own course.
"Does this mean that if I go after you, you'll chop my head off with your swing?" Rey asked, pausing, "And if I go ahead of you, I'll either get a mouthful of fake grass or a bump on my head form the ball nailing me?" Rey asked.
"Yeah, that's kind of how it always goes," Jade said laughing, "So maybe when I'm taking my turn just go hide behind a tree or something."
"Works for me." Rey said shrugging and placed his ball on the fake grass.
He got a hole-in-one then ran behind a pine tree that was close to the course.
"Here I gooooo!" Jade shouted, then swung at the ball.
The ball flew halfway across the gold course, boinked off of the sign advertising the golf course, then nailed some little blonde boy in the head.
"Is it safe to come out yet?" Rey asked, his voice muffled by the tree's branches.
"Sure! I shot it already, so you should be ok now!" Jade said.
Just then the little boy ran up with a the ball and approached Rey.
"Did you just hit me with this? It's such an honor! You're my favorite wrestler-" the little boy started, but Jade's laughing cut him off.
Rey looked at Jade helplessly. Jade looked back, then fell on the ground lauging.
"Um, no. What's your name?" Rey asked the kid.
"Oh me? I'm Cody. She knows me!" The child said pointing to Jade.
Rey looked at her questioningly. "Oh, er, yes," she said attempting to recover, "the runt is my brother. He must have joined Jacob and became a hobo! Ehehe!"
"I resent that," Cody said sullenly, then turned to Rey, "Could you sign this?"
"Sure." Rey said, then watched Cody scuttle off.
"That was odd..." Jade said, now fully recovered.
"Let's keep golfing." Rey said.
"I can't now. Let's just walk down to hole 18 and throw your ball down there." Jade replied and started skipping towards the hole.
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Ok, so not a lot happened in that chapter. I'm already starting 11, I've got lots of ideas now. Check back soon. Sorry this was boring (to most of you, but people from my school might beg to differ). Adios for now!
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"Rhyno, you need a life! You know what you need? You need MATTITUDE!" Matt Hardy said to Rhyno, who both he and Lita had pinned in the corner.
"You do not want to go out the window, lame ass." Lita was chanting over and over in a voice a tone lower than Matt's speech.
"RAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! You can't keep me away from my dear window! You absolutely cannot!" Rhyno shouted and bulldozed through the Mattitude barrier.
"I told you this wouldn't work." Lita yelled at Matt as they chased Rhyno down the hall.
Matt slowed to a stop. "You don't believe in Mattitude anymore? Awww Lita, how could you convert?" He said, starting to whine.
"Oh Matty, you know I love your Mattitude, but I decided to move on. Why don't you set up some Mattitude seminars downtown and I'll help you out. That should make you feel better." Lita said, trying to get herself out of Matt's attention for the moment.
Just then they heard shattering glass. "Oh damn!" Matt shouted, but then began screaming as Rhyno ran past with more furniture to dispose of out the window.
"We're gonna get killed for this!" Lita said, staring after Rhyno dubiously.
"No we aren't. We are going downtown. We are going to educate the general public on the betters of Mattitude! We are going to pretend we did NOT just see what the Rhyno did!" Matt said, starting for the elevator.
~*~
*THWACK* *THUNK* "Holy shit! Dude! What are you dumbasses doing behind me!" Jericho shouted and turned on his heel.
He looked down upon the teens he had just nailed in the head while practicing his swing. One, a mentally retarded teenager named Tyson Vitale, was laying on the ground twitching. Beside him twitched the form of one Jacob Groskruetz.
Jericho did not know who these people were, and because of his ego, he didn't care. The only reason these people are in the story is because of the author's interests. ANYWAYZ.
"Jacob? Is that you? I can't believe you are here. Why are you here? You little mini-golf course hobo!" Kaley said stepping away from Jeff.
"Huh? Whaaaaat? Whatchusay?" Jacob said, still in convulsions.
"Woooooo! I'm Ric Flair! Wait. What the hell am I talking about? I hate wrestling. It's the gayest thing on eart-" Tyson said coming out of his convulsions, only to be cut off.
"TELL me you did NOT just say that!" Booker T shouted, spitting on the large lump forming on Tyson's head.
"I, the mental retard of the century, did in fact say what I said and I'll say it-" Tyson replied, but was cut off again.
"Push them in." Bitchy said, then watched with satisfaction as the two strange teens were shoved into a nearby mini fake lake full of algae. The waterfall pounded on their bodies and pushed them under water.
"Hurray! They're gone, they're gone." Trish said doing a strange dance.
"That was fun to watch." Victoria said, grinning in a manner that scared the shit out of all within a ten-mile radius.
"Now, we are actually MINI-GOLFING." Stone Cold said, trying to steer attention back to their orignial occupation of the day.
~*~
*SOB* "I can't believe he is GONE." Steph sobbed on Ric Flair. *pause*
"Wait, shouldn't you be in fucking prison? You watched him DIE! Rot in hell, bitch!" Stephanie snapped at him the threw him into HHH's casket.
"MWAHAHAHA! BURY THEM!" She shouted and watched as the gravediggers covered the casket, now occupied by two... people/ lifeless bodies, with mounds of dirt.
The Hurricane watched all of this is stunned silence, but mumbled to himself, "I did not graduate at Hurri-U. I didn't! Chris Nowinski was LYING."
He walked away saying this to himself and Stephanie soon joined him in walking back to the car.
"Yay, glad that's over!" Steph said, "Now I don't have to pretend I care anymore!"
~*~
"So you say HHH will be coming any time now? Why hasn't he already come? We've been waiting two hours and he died last night!" Undertaker said, speaking to Satan.
"All in good time, my pretty, all in good time." Satan said in a voice like the Wicked Witch of the West (Wizard of Oz...sorry, I couldn't resist).
Just then, HHH and Ric Flair popped out of the flaming ceiling simultaneously.
"Hey, I thought they said only HHH died!" Kane said to 'Taker.
"It's just one more body to torture." 'Taker replied, pulling some giant pins out of his pocket. Turning to Satan, he asked, "Do you have any more torture devices around this place?"
"What kind of evil, hell -owning *person* would I be if I didn't? Come this way..." Satan said, leading Kane and 'Taker down a dark hallway, leaving Trips and Flair staring at each other.
~*~
"Christian SOO looked like a girl last week!" Kaley said to Jeff as they began wandering down a path leading towards the course they had decided to golf on.
"Yeah. He needed a new wardrobe, but not THAT drastic." Jeff said.
They came to a split in the trail and bade farewell to Rey and Jade who were taking on a course that was almost right next to theirs. As they walked down the path together, Kaley failed to notice a sopping wet figure trailing behind the pair.
~*~
"So Rey, do you wanna go first? I suck at mini golfing. I might slice your head off," Jade said as they reached the first hole, "And that would not be cool."
"HEY! My cool, not yours! Get away from cool!" RVD shouted from where he and Layce were situated on their own course.
"Does this mean that if I go after you, you'll chop my head off with your swing?" Rey asked, pausing, "And if I go ahead of you, I'll either get a mouthful of fake grass or a bump on my head form the ball nailing me?" Rey asked.
"Yeah, that's kind of how it always goes," Jade said laughing, "So maybe when I'm taking my turn just go hide behind a tree or something."
"Works for me." Rey said shrugging and placed his ball on the fake grass.
He got a hole-in-one then ran behind a pine tree that was close to the course.
"Here I gooooo!" Jade shouted, then swung at the ball.
The ball flew halfway across the gold course, boinked off of the sign advertising the golf course, then nailed some little blonde boy in the head.
"Is it safe to come out yet?" Rey asked, his voice muffled by the tree's branches.
"Sure! I shot it already, so you should be ok now!" Jade said.
Just then the little boy ran up with a the ball and approached Rey.
"Did you just hit me with this? It's such an honor! You're my favorite wrestler-" the little boy started, but Jade's laughing cut him off.
Rey looked at Jade helplessly. Jade looked back, then fell on the ground lauging.
"Um, no. What's your name?" Rey asked the kid.
"Oh me? I'm Cody. She knows me!" The child said pointing to Jade.
Rey looked at her questioningly. "Oh, er, yes," she said attempting to recover, "the runt is my brother. He must have joined Jacob and became a hobo! Ehehe!"
"I resent that," Cody said sullenly, then turned to Rey, "Could you sign this?"
"Sure." Rey said, then watched Cody scuttle off.
"That was odd..." Jade said, now fully recovered.
"Let's keep golfing." Rey said.
"I can't now. Let's just walk down to hole 18 and throw your ball down there." Jade replied and started skipping towards the hole.
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Ok, so not a lot happened in that chapter. I'm already starting 11, I've got lots of ideas now. Check back soon. Sorry this was boring (to most of you, but people from my school might beg to differ). Adios for now!