Conquering Sin City… |Chapter 2|
© 2004 by NY BrAt 007
Remember every disclaimer you've ever read, turn around, and then apply them to this story too because I still own diddly…
Author's Top Note: I know it kinda took a while for this to come out and it is rather short, but it was just something I needed to write before I actually got into all the fun stuff. Thank you everyone for all the kick-ass reviews you sent in for the prologue and I definitely hope this chapter lives up to your expectations. And if it doesn't, I'M SORRY! You can take everything except for my John Cena and Randy Orton muses—they're trying to make themselves into permanent fixtures of my stories!
|Warning|
There will be mentioning of the following during the course of this story:
Alcohol, partying, sex (nothing explicit, just mentions), drunkenness, practical jokes whilst being drunk, drunken mistakes galore, clubs and bars (both gay and straight), more alcohol (it's not like it's illegal for any of them), cheating, and—oh yeah—did I mention alcohol?
If the above mentioned doesn't float your boat then don't read it, pretty simple concept. If you're over there saying "Yes, I love being drunk!" then I think this is the story for you.
"What are we waiting around here for?"
Trish Stratus turned up the volume on her walkman so she wouldn't have to listen to Test's whining, and then rolled her eyes when he started talking even louder.
"Guys, why are we just—"
"Because we have to wait for those jackasses from Smackdown." Chris Jericho snapped. "Now, in order for you to shut up, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice."
"Which one is which?" Test asked and Stacy Kiebler shook her head at him as if to say 'you're only going to get into trouble if Jericho answers that'. After Test looked completely confused contemplating that, Stacy turned her attention over to Randy Orton, who was currently standing in front of one of those shiny metallic walls and admiring his reflection.
The doors to the terminal slid open and the first thing any of them heard was a very loud John Cena, complaining first about the lack of anything decent to eat and then second about the lack of semi-attractive stewardesses.
Randy looked up from his grooming when he heard that and smiled. He had just found his partner in crime for the week.
"That pilot didn't know what the hell he was doing." Torrie explained to Stacy, hugging her excitedly while her husband, Billy Kidman, struggled behind the blonde diva with her carry-on luggage—stuff she 'didn't trust at all with the baggage claim because what if it fell out of the plane?'. "So we're lucky we got here when we did."
"You're lucky we didn't leave without you." Rene Dupree scoffed from his space on the orange plastic waiting chair and Batista nodded in agreement before yawning.
"Oh yeah, because I'm really scared of your threats Frenchie." John replied sarcastically. He surveyed the group of superstars that were milling around and rolled his eyes. "C'mon y'all. Let's get this show on the road cuz as soon as we get to the hotel, the sooner I can ditch all your asses and go find me some hotties."
"Wait, wait. Who the hell put you in charge?" Chris Jericho asked, standing up quickly to block John's way as he attempted to stroll past.
"I did." John replied, brushing past the first ever Undisputed Champion.
Trish smirked as she got up to follow John. "Well Jericho, it looks like he just told you." She said, walking by him. "It may be good to have these Smackdown guys around after all."
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"You know, you had to figure Vince would only get the best of us here." Stacy commented as she began unpacking her stuff. "Especially if we were going to be here for a whole week."
Torrie grinned. "Yeah I know. And if you think about it, you tape tomorrow, I tape Tuesday, and then we're free to do whatever the hell we want until Sunday. This is going to be the best week ever."
Stacy walked over and sat on the bed next to Torrie, draping her arm over her friend's shoulder. "And my dear, after we're done here, Las Vegas won't know what just hit them."
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"Yo Brock, I don't hafta be back here until Tuesday so I'm serious when I say don't wait up for me." John Cena told Smackdown heavyweight as he emptied the contents of his suitcases into a few different drawers and then shoved them closed. "This is my first time here and I fully intend on checking out all the sites, if you know what I mean." He added with a mischievous smile.
Brock rolled his eyes. "Yeah, unfortunately I know exactly what you mean."
"What are you gonna do our first night here?" John asked, stealing a glance into the mirror next to the refrigerator as he waited for his roommate's response.
"I'm just gonna chill out here tonight, probably head over to the RAW show tomorrow, and then tape Smackdown on Tuesday."
John stared at him in open-mouthed silence. "You're joking, right? My God you're serious. How did I get stuck with a roommate like you? How the hell am I supposed to meet chicks and then bring them back to the room if you're just going to be here chilling?" He didn't wait for Brock's response and instead grabbed his wallet, stuck it into his back pocket, and left the room, all while muttering obscenities to whomever booked the rooms. He shut the door behind him and jogged to the elevators to catch them before they closed.
"Hold it for me!" A voice called and John reached over and pressed the 'open' button. A breathless Randy Orton stepped onto the elevator after giving him a nod of thanks and jabbed at the 'lobby' button before realizing John was already headed there.
"Tell me you're not just staying here tonight." John commented.
Randy scoffed. "Like I would waste time sleeping when there was money to be won, alcohol to be drunk, and women to be doing. I was thinking of prolly just hitting a few casinos tonight to get a feel of things around here."
John nodded and then thought for a minute. "Man look at us. If we worked together, we could get twice as many hotties. What do you say?" He asked, holding out his hand for Randy to shake.
The Legend Killer grinned knowingly. "I say you got yourself a deal."
Author's Bottom Note: What'd you think? Honestly. Your input only makes my writing better which, in turn, makes you enjoy it more. So if you think about it, reviewing can do nothing but good.
The next chapter will be out before you know it.
And here's the lay-out of the rooms (just incase you were interested):
#836 – Stacy Kiebler/ Torrie Wilson #835 – Trish Stratus/ Molly Holly
#838 – John Cena/ Brock Lesnar #837 – Randy Orton/ Batista
#840 – Chris Jericho/ Test #839 – Rene Dupree/ Hurricane/ Billy Kidman