A/N: Hey all!

Here's the third chapter. Hope you all like!

I don't think it's as funny as my other two chapters… I'm running out of ideas, so if you guys have any, kindly suggest some when you review.

Oh, and, who do you want to see next?

a.HBK

b.Chavo

c.JBL

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Chapter 3 – Can't Touch This

So Eddie and Rey chased the wrestler formerly known as Chris Jericho (he was now known as dead meat, a.k.a. toast, a.k.a. dead meat on toast, a.k.a. evil manual-reader).

The others had no idea what to do. They were torn between watching them run around the room while laughing their asses off, and going to a karaoke bar. None of these options would benefit the wrestler formerly known as Chris Jericho. They then decided to stay. Laughing at Chris (the evil manual-reader) was much more fun than any karaoke bar. DUH!

Kurt, however, was getting bored of laughing at Chris. He wanted to play with his PS2. It was his. He payed for it. It belonged to him. The PS2 belonged to him, Kurt Angle. The one, the only, Kurt Angle. Only he, Kurt Angle, owned that particular PS2. For he was Kurt Angle. And the PS2 belonged to only him, Kurt Angle.

While the Mojo Jojo dialogue was going on in Kurt's mind, Eddie and Rey were cornering Chris, who was in a corner (how redundant did that just sound!)

Just then, Kurt made his mind up and touched his PS2. He then inadvertently saved Chris Jericho, a.k.a yeah, you know the drill.

When Eddie and Rey spidey-sensed that Kurt was touching the sacred PS2 (don't ask me how the could spidey-sense), the turned away from their prey and yelled at Kurt.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!"

Just then, Cena felt that it was the perfect time to spontaneously burst into song.

"Na na na na na na na na U can't touch this. Na na na na na na na na U can't touch this. Na na na na na na na na U can't touch this."

He began singing to Kurt, pointing at the PS2.

"But it's my PS2," wailed Kurt.

While this was going on, the evil manual-reader realized that he was free. Eddie and Rey's attention was now on Kurt Angle, the evil owner of the PS2 who actually started this. When he realized that he could move without anyone catching him, he laughed, sounding like a deranged maniac, tore his clothes off and ran outside, shouting "FREEDOM!"

Trish looked out the door. "He's got a nice ass."

Christy looked as well. "Yeah, he does, doesn't he?"

"Close your eyes child."

"Yes, mommy."

Meanwhile, back to Cena and everyone else.

John got sick of U Can't Touch This, so he decided to sing a different song.

"I am your angel of music! Come to me angel of music," he began to sing to Torrie, but Kurt, being who he is, felt left-out and decided to sing.

"ALL BY MYSELF! I DON'T WANNA BE ALL BY MYSELF ANYMORE…" he sang, very much off-key. Everyone looked at him oddly, fearing for his sanity, which seemed to go ever since the storyline draught began.

Eddie and Rey began to go towards the PS2 plug, and plugged it back in. Putting the TV on mute so that no one would notice, they began to play their next 50 games.

While Eddie and Rey played the next 50 games, John, Torrie, Randy, Stacy, Christy, Kurt and Trish began to have some sort of a songfest thing-y…

45 Minutes Later, in Which Eddie and Rey Play Their 5th out of 50 Games, and Everyone Else Sings…

"Damn you, Shelton," said Eddie; he and Rey were having a match against Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin to prove that they were the World's Greatest Tag Team – not Shelton and Charlie. So far, they lost four games, and seemed to be losing their fifth game.

Meanwhile…

"Spectacular, spectacular, no words in the vernacular, can describe this great event, you'll be dumb with wonderment! Returns are at ten percent, you must agree that's excellent! And on top of all the fee, you'll be involved artistically!"

"Wait," said Randy, "I don't think those are the right lyrics, man."

"Yeah, you're probably right… I wonder what they are…"

30 Minutes Later, in Which Eddie and Rey Lose Their 9th Match Against Benjamin and Haas, and the Rest Figure Out What the Right Lyrics Are…

"Eddie, this is our 9th loss. Don't you think we should stop already?"

"No, Rey, we must prove that we're the WORLD'S GREATEST TAG TEAM!"

"Alright, then."

Meanwhile…

"Why don't we just sing some other song!" said John frustratedly.

"You know what? I think that's the best idea you've ever had, Cena!"

An Indefinite Amount of Time Later…

"Yes! WE FINALLY WON!" hollered Rey. He and Eddie hugged, as if this was a real match.

"WE WON, HOLMES! WE WON!"

"Yeah, Eddie, we won!"

Meanwhile…

"It's bananas! B-A-NAN-A-S! It's bananas! B-A-NAN-A-S!"

Now, since you readers are probably wondering where Chris is, I, the author responsible for all these wrestlers' idiotic, manic or downright stupid actions, have decided to bring him back into the story.

Chris suddenly ran back into the room, shutting the door, making sure that none of the paparazzi could get inside. All of them spent the entire time chasing him, taking pictures of his nude self. (Yes, I know, that sounded really wrong.)

"Uh, evil manual-reader?" said Christy.

"Yes?" Y2J responded wearily.

"You might wanna wear these," Christy said, tossing him a pair of boxers with cute little pink hearts on them. They landed smack on his face.

"Thank you," came the muffled reply.

"You're welcome," Christy said, pretending to be shy, batting her lashes.

"Stop flirting with him! He's mine," said Trish, going near him, purring.

"Even if I'm an evil manual-reader?"

"We can take care of that irrelevant detail."

"Don't worry, Christy, you still have me," said Kurt, giving Christy a toothy grin.

"Uh… Never mind, Kurt, it doesn't matter, really," Christy said, trying to be as tactful as possible.

"But I'll be good to you, Christy."

"I told you, Kurt, it doesn't matter."

"I'll send you stuff everyday! I'm an olympic gold medalist! I've got a lot of cash!"

"Kurt, don't bother, okay? Just don't."

"But Christy!"

"What, Kurt!"

"You're so pretty…"

"Ooooh! Kurt's got a little Crushy Wushy on Christy Wisty," said Randy in a singsong voice. Everyone looked at him weirdly.

"Are you sure I'm not dating a queer?" asked Stacy.

"Yep. Pretty sure," said Randy.

"Okay," replied Stacy.

"WHO WANTS TO PLAY NEXT?" hollered Rey; he and Eddie just finished their victory dance, and decided that since they already won, perhaps they could give it a rest.

"I DO!" said both Torrie and Stacy. They looked at each other.

"Bra and Panties Match?" suggested Torrie.

"Hell Yeah!" said Stacy.

They sat in front of the TV, getting ready to play.