Author's Note: If I claimed to own anything except for Sprinkle, my ass would be sued by now.
The Basham Brothers and Shaniqua continued to beat on Sprinkle, while Spanky could do nothing but watch. He could feel his heart break as Doug Basham picked her up and executed a devastating powerbomb on the helpless woman. Spanky shouted for help. "SOMEBODY! COME HELP!" He screamed, before receiving a slap across the cheek from Shaniqua. He took the pain in and continued for nothing could be as painful as watching Sprinkle get beat up. Danny Basham stomped on the injured Sprinkle, hitting her harder each time his boot hit her back. She yelped but, it was no help because Danny Basham had picked her up and tossed her onto the concrete wall. Sprinkle's head bounced off the wall and she landed in a lifeless heap on the floor. Spanky screamed once again, receiving another slap. He began shifting his chair around, and the steel made loud clanks against the floor.
In the mean time, Bradshaw and Farooq had left their office and were wandering down the hallways of the arena, with cans of beer in their hands. They heard screaming coming from Spanky's locker room. "What the hell is that?" Bradshaw asked, as Farooq simply shrugged. The two began walking over to the locker room. Farooq was the one to open the door and he was the first to see an unconcious Sprinkle on the floor, and Spanky being beaten up by Shaniqua and the Basham Brothers.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" Farooq asked. Shaniqua was the first person to spin around. She ran towards the APA, but was knocked down by a clothesline from hell by Bradshaw for her actions. The APA dropped their beer and charged at the Basham Brothers. Doug and Danny were caught off-guard as Farooq grabbed Danny and began pounding him on the head. Bradshaw had Doug by the neck and threw him into the wall. When Doug came back, Bradshaw executed a side-russian leg sweep onto him. Farooq got rid of Danny by giving him a spinebuster. Once they were out, the APA began untieing Spanky, which was a harder job than they had expected because he was being fussy about wanting to help Sprinkle and was shifting around. Also, the Bashams had done an excellent job at tieing the knots.
"Well, it looks like these Bashams got their badges for knot tieing in Cub Scouts!" Bradshaw joked, as Farooq let out a loud laugh. Spanky rolled his eyes.
"Not funny at the moment, guys! Get me out!" He exclaimed, twisting his arms and legs.
"Well, if you stay still boy, it'd be easier." Farooq snapped back. Spanky stayed still patiently and in a matter of minutes, he was free from the chair. Spanky leaped up from the black steel chair and let out a cheer.
"Woot woot!" He shouted, jumping around until he saw the still unconcious Sprinkle laying on the floor. His face went from a smile to a frown. Bradshaw began walking over to the lifelfess young lady but, Brian Kendrick beat him to it. He kneeled down beside her, holding her in his arms.
"Come on, kid. Let's get her to the hospital." Farooq said, ushering everybody out of the locker room. Spanky carried Sprinkle in his arms, all the way over to Farooq's SUV. Spanky placed Sprinkle in the back of the car and got in with her. Bradshaw took the passenger's seat and Farooq drove.
Fifteen minutes later, the group was at the general hospital. Bradshaw held the door open as Spanky rushed in with Sprinkle in his arms. Her body was limp as Spanky brought her over to the front desk. The secretary, a middle-aged brunette with black bags underneath her eyes, showing that she didn't get enough sleep last night took one look at Spanky and her lips began to curl up into a smile as she saw his short stature. Her green eyes then saw Sprinkle in his arms and her expression changed. The APA stood behind Spanky. "What happened here?" She asked, making sure that she didn't laugh at the young man because it looked like he had two extremely big henchmen with him.
"She got severely beat up and thrown onto a wall. She's unconcious!" He said, quickly. The secretary pulled out a couple of forms from a folder and placed them onto the desk that seperated her and Spanky.
"Fill these out. I'll get a stretcher out here for her." She told him, picking up the phone. Soon enough, a couple of residents came out with a stretcher on wheels. Spanky laid Sprinkle on it and they rushed her off. He then accompanied the APA over to the waiting room. Bradshaw and Farooq sat on either side of Spanky as he looked down at the forms in his hand. He began to fill out as much as he could, which wasn't much. All he knew was that her real name was Alicia Owens, her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, and she was from Rochester, New York. Sure, he knew that she liked watching Saturday morning cartoons but, he couldn't put that on the forms. He sighed and leaned back on his chair. Bradshaw raised his eyebrows at the young wrestler.
"What's wrong?" He asked, as Farooq leafed through an issue of People Weekly.
"I just realized that I don't know anything about her. I'm supposed to be filling out this form like I know all about her but, I don't. And if I don't know anything about her, how can I love her?" Spanky questioned, running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair. Farooq stopped reading his magazine and answered his question.
"Because you don't have to know everything about a person to love them. I think it was love at first sight for you, kid." He replied, as the three went silent. They burst out laughing a couple of seconds later.
"That was the sappiest thing I've ever heard you say, Ron!" Bradshaw laughed, calling him by his real name, Ron Simmons.
"That is sappy. But, I think it's true." Spanky spoke up, as a doctor walked into the waiting room.
The Basham Brothers and Shaniqua continued to beat on Sprinkle, while Spanky could do nothing but watch. He could feel his heart break as Doug Basham picked her up and executed a devastating powerbomb on the helpless woman. Spanky shouted for help. "SOMEBODY! COME HELP!" He screamed, before receiving a slap across the cheek from Shaniqua. He took the pain in and continued for nothing could be as painful as watching Sprinkle get beat up. Danny Basham stomped on the injured Sprinkle, hitting her harder each time his boot hit her back. She yelped but, it was no help because Danny Basham had picked her up and tossed her onto the concrete wall. Sprinkle's head bounced off the wall and she landed in a lifeless heap on the floor. Spanky screamed once again, receiving another slap. He began shifting his chair around, and the steel made loud clanks against the floor.
In the mean time, Bradshaw and Farooq had left their office and were wandering down the hallways of the arena, with cans of beer in their hands. They heard screaming coming from Spanky's locker room. "What the hell is that?" Bradshaw asked, as Farooq simply shrugged. The two began walking over to the locker room. Farooq was the one to open the door and he was the first to see an unconcious Sprinkle on the floor, and Spanky being beaten up by Shaniqua and the Basham Brothers.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" Farooq asked. Shaniqua was the first person to spin around. She ran towards the APA, but was knocked down by a clothesline from hell by Bradshaw for her actions. The APA dropped their beer and charged at the Basham Brothers. Doug and Danny were caught off-guard as Farooq grabbed Danny and began pounding him on the head. Bradshaw had Doug by the neck and threw him into the wall. When Doug came back, Bradshaw executed a side-russian leg sweep onto him. Farooq got rid of Danny by giving him a spinebuster. Once they were out, the APA began untieing Spanky, which was a harder job than they had expected because he was being fussy about wanting to help Sprinkle and was shifting around. Also, the Bashams had done an excellent job at tieing the knots.
"Well, it looks like these Bashams got their badges for knot tieing in Cub Scouts!" Bradshaw joked, as Farooq let out a loud laugh. Spanky rolled his eyes.
"Not funny at the moment, guys! Get me out!" He exclaimed, twisting his arms and legs.
"Well, if you stay still boy, it'd be easier." Farooq snapped back. Spanky stayed still patiently and in a matter of minutes, he was free from the chair. Spanky leaped up from the black steel chair and let out a cheer.
"Woot woot!" He shouted, jumping around until he saw the still unconcious Sprinkle laying on the floor. His face went from a smile to a frown. Bradshaw began walking over to the lifelfess young lady but, Brian Kendrick beat him to it. He kneeled down beside her, holding her in his arms.
"Come on, kid. Let's get her to the hospital." Farooq said, ushering everybody out of the locker room. Spanky carried Sprinkle in his arms, all the way over to Farooq's SUV. Spanky placed Sprinkle in the back of the car and got in with her. Bradshaw took the passenger's seat and Farooq drove.
Fifteen minutes later, the group was at the general hospital. Bradshaw held the door open as Spanky rushed in with Sprinkle in his arms. Her body was limp as Spanky brought her over to the front desk. The secretary, a middle-aged brunette with black bags underneath her eyes, showing that she didn't get enough sleep last night took one look at Spanky and her lips began to curl up into a smile as she saw his short stature. Her green eyes then saw Sprinkle in his arms and her expression changed. The APA stood behind Spanky. "What happened here?" She asked, making sure that she didn't laugh at the young man because it looked like he had two extremely big henchmen with him.
"She got severely beat up and thrown onto a wall. She's unconcious!" He said, quickly. The secretary pulled out a couple of forms from a folder and placed them onto the desk that seperated her and Spanky.
"Fill these out. I'll get a stretcher out here for her." She told him, picking up the phone. Soon enough, a couple of residents came out with a stretcher on wheels. Spanky laid Sprinkle on it and they rushed her off. He then accompanied the APA over to the waiting room. Bradshaw and Farooq sat on either side of Spanky as he looked down at the forms in his hand. He began to fill out as much as he could, which wasn't much. All he knew was that her real name was Alicia Owens, her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, and she was from Rochester, New York. Sure, he knew that she liked watching Saturday morning cartoons but, he couldn't put that on the forms. He sighed and leaned back on his chair. Bradshaw raised his eyebrows at the young wrestler.
"What's wrong?" He asked, as Farooq leafed through an issue of People Weekly.
"I just realized that I don't know anything about her. I'm supposed to be filling out this form like I know all about her but, I don't. And if I don't know anything about her, how can I love her?" Spanky questioned, running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair. Farooq stopped reading his magazine and answered his question.
"Because you don't have to know everything about a person to love them. I think it was love at first sight for you, kid." He replied, as the three went silent. They burst out laughing a couple of seconds later.
"That was the sappiest thing I've ever heard you say, Ron!" Bradshaw laughed, calling him by his real name, Ron Simmons.
"That is sappy. But, I think it's true." Spanky spoke up, as a doctor walked into the waiting room.