Disclaimer: I still own nothing but the idea of this fic. Sorry to have taken so long to update. I hope it was worth the wait though.
Billy Bob was sitting there in the director's chair on the set of Cooking with W.H.A.T? Looking over the papers on a clipboard in front of him to who was suppose to be on next. A sigh came out when he noticed the name of Jon Heidenreich under Triple H's name, finding it to be most amusing but annoying too. "I hope he doesn't end up reading a poem to me or on live TV." He groaned.
Soon, Jon entered the building wearing normal clothes instead of his ring attire thankfully. He went over to the cooking set and put on his red apron that read "Be my friend and I'll cook for you" in bold purple letters, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. Billy Bob anime sweat dropped after reading that seeing as he wouldn't want to know what would happen with the people that weren't his friends.
"Ok Jon are you all set?" The director asked while knowing they have to start in a few minutes anyways. "Ready as I'll ever be friend." Heidenreich said with a smile. He was excited to be cooking on live television. Billy Bob pinched the bridge of his nose as he started doing the "friend" thing already. "Ok you're on in.. five.. four... three... two..." He pointed at the psycho to start as the light above the camera went on.
"Hi friends and welcome to Cooking with W.H.A.T? I'm your host Heidenreich and I'll be showing you how to cook chocolate chip cookies with a twist. But first," he reaches into his pocket and took out a folded paper, which he properly unfolded, "a poem by Heidenreich."
Billy Bob and some of the other workers from behind the scenes groaned. He hoped that Vince was happy that he let this nut case be on TV besides the usually SmackDown showings. "'I am glad, for you see, that I get to cook for thee. Cooking helps bring friends together, not only friends but family as well. So I hope me cooking for you is a real treat and that you will also try out my secret recipe.' That was a poem by Heidenreich." He said and folded the piece of paper back up and placed it back in his pocket.
Grabbing the mixing bowl and some ingredients used to make cookies with. "Today I'll show you how to make chocolate chip cookies but wait they're not ordinary chocolate chip cookies. Seeing as I make them a certain way that is absolutely to die for." The German smiled at the thought all the while throwing ingredients into the bowl and stirring with a mixing spoon.
Of course, naming off the ingredients just encase no one remembered what was used to make chocolate chip cookies. Billy Bob watched in amazement that he did nothing totally outrageous like Triple H did. Except for the "friend" thing he does.
"As you can see our batter is ready to be made into little balls to be baked in the over. Except one thing seems to be missing," Heidenreich walks over to the fridge and pulls out strawberry syrup, "the 'special' ingredient that makes my chocolate chip cookies really good."
Off stage Billy Bob palmed his face as how could Jon ruin a simple recipe such as chocolate chip cookies by adding that in. "Vince really needs to get his superstars' heads examined." He moaned. Hoping that the next person doesn't add in outside concoctions unless it actually made for a good meal. If they didn't, he might as well up and leave.
Jon added in a tablespoon of strawberry syrup and mixed it into the batter. Taking out a tiny sheet he began rolling small balls and placing it on there three by three. "What are you doing?" Billy Bob asked with wide eyes off stage in his all-mighty director's chair. Pulling out an E-Z bake oven from under the counter, Jon blinked.
"I'm baking strawberry/chocolate chip cookies, what else does it look like I'm doing?" He responded as he plugged in the kiddie oven in the electrical outlet by the stove on the set. The director pinched the bridge of his nose, not caring if they were still on live. "Why with that thing though?"
"Didn't Vince tell you that I'm not allowed to play with fire?" Heidenreich said with a malicious grin as he was facing away from the camera and Billy Bob. So no one could see him grinning. Despite not seeing but just hearing made the director a little paranoid about him now. Figuring he must be a pyromaniac along with being just insane.
He just let him go on with his business as they went off air for a brief commercial break. Who would really want to get on a crazy person's bad side?
Commercial
Chris Jericho, Eddie and Rey were just lounging in front of the TV trying to figure out what to watch. "Esse there's nothing on." Eddie stated. Chris just clicked off the TV with the remote. "Now what do we do?" Rey asked, sitting up on the floor. "I don't know," replied Jericho with a shrug.
Suddenly, Austin and the Sandman come crashing through the front door. "I think you guys need to throw a party and we're here to help." Austin said to the bewildered threesome. They all look at each other and contemplated on the idea. "That's a great idea!" Jericho shouts.
Soon there's a party going on with a bunch of people and Sandman downs a beer before looking at the camera. "Nothing to do and nothing on TV to watch. Call us, we'll get a party started in no time flat." He said with a slurred tone as a number comes up on the screen.
End Commercial
"Welcome back to Cooking with W.H.A.T? I'm your host for this evening Jon Heidenreich." Heidenreich said as he pulled out the freshly baked cookies out of the E-Z bake oven. Having a nice red-ish tint to them from the strawberry syrup and not burnt either. "Now this is how your chocolate chip and strawberry flavored cookies should look like." He picks up the plate he put them on and walks over to the director.
"Try one friend." He said with a smile. Thus, made Billy Bob raise a brow before cautiously picking up a cookie and taking a small bite. Jon awaits Billy Bob's criticism on his special cookies. "I don't like it." The director said as he scrunched up his face after swallowing the bite he took.
Obviously, it was the wrong thing to say as Heidenreich glared at him while giving his plate of cookies to a stage assistant to hold on to. "If you were my friend you wouldn't have disliked my cookies." Billy bob took off running and Heidenreich followed soon after, ready to pound the director to dust. That was the last time we saw them in the building again.
A/N: Saw ECW's One Night Stand last night so I couldn't resist putting Sandman in the commercial portion of this fic. Also the poem part for Heidenreich was my crappy skills, sorry about that.