It was Wednesday morning, a dark and gloomy start to our superstars adventure. Many were less than pleased that they had to spend time away from their loved ones just to participate in a stupid, Vinney Mac powered reality TV show. All were now crammed onto a mini bus, their luggage thrusted onto the backseats. To make the situation even worse, Kurt Angle decided it would be a good idea for every one to have a sing song to get them in the 'mood'...
"The wheels on the bus go round and round..." Kurt sang, very badly I should add.
"I don't think this bus has any wheels at the speed we're travelling at." Batista tutted.
"Shut it baldie!" Triple H snarled, glaring at Kurt.
"Would you sooner I sang something else? 69 bottles of milk on the wall, 69 bottles of milk..."
"It's 99 bottles of beer actually." Shawn reminded Kurt.
"I like Kurt's version better!" Randy grinned as the bus erupted in splutters.
"I don't wanna know what you two do with the number 69 and milk!" Cena said hastily.
"We don't...yet." Randy muttered.
"I lost my place, thank you very much! Where was I? 69 bottles of milk on the wall, 69 bottles of milk..."
As Kurt continued, the whole bus groaned.
"AARGH my ears!" Edge screeched.
"That's karma taking it's toll on you!" Matt remarked.
"Matt, please..." Lita begged.
"Amy stop interfering in my wrestling promo! Adam, your life is miserable coz you chose to fight against the spirits..."
After 5 gruelling hours of travelling, Kurt's singing and Matt's moaning, the bus finally stopped in front of a beautiful, yellow bricked mansion situated near a beach, complete with a swimming pool.
"Is this where we will be living?" Stacy gasped in awe.
"Pretty much looks that way." Eddie responded.
"Here you are boys - and girls - home!" cheered Vince, trying to lighten the mood on the bus.
"Can't I just stay here, away from all these ass clowns for the next month?" Chris Jericho asked.
"Dat would be cool!" Carlito chuckled.
"I didn't say anything about you staying with me afro boy!"
"Whatcha gonna do brother when the Hulkster's ego gets stuck in the doorway of the bus!" Hogan yelled, posing as he did.
"Nothing new there then..." HBK said spitefully.
"At least that means he won't have to be with us through out this debacle!" the Undertaker commented.
"I agree with you brother..." Kane agreed.
"That's my catchphrase BROTHER!" Hogan proceeded in yelling.
"No it's not it's just a very old, bad, boring habit that you've been doing for the best part of this and the last century!" Shawn sneered.
"Alright, lets just get you all inside and I'll tell you about the sleeping arrangements." Vince spoke.
The superstars collected their luggage before entering through the wooden oak doorway. As soon as you walked in, there was a spiral stair case that was also solid oak as well as a painted black metal handrail.
"Ok, just wait here while I tell you who will be sharing a room with who." Vince started. "Shawn, Triple H, Kurt and Randy, you shall be in room 1. Cena, Christian, Chris Jericho and Carlito room 2. Undertaker, Kane, Edge and Matt Hardy room 3. Batista, Gene, Eddie and Hogan in room 4. Finally, Lita, Torrie, Trish and Stacy in room 5. Everyone go and get unpacked and be down here in 15 minutes so I can introduce you to your head teacher." Vince concluded as the wrestlers made their way up the stairs.
"Woah, nice room!" Shawn exclaimed, plonking his luggage onto his bed.
"How come you've bags the bed nearest the window?" Kurt whined.
"Well, I want the bed nearest the bathroom!" Triple H said.
"Is that so you can get up and blow your big nose in the middle of the night?" Randy asked sarcastically.
"Don't start Orton!" Triple H warned.
"Never mind Kurt, you can sleep in the bed nearest to mine!" Randy said in glee, patting Kurt's bed.
"This is gonna be a long month." Kurt muttered incoherently to himself.
Meanwhile, in room 2, Cena and Carlito can't quite get to grips with the whole sharing concept...
"Man, I'm straight and I've gotta spend 4 weeks of my life bunking with a load of men...this bites!" Cena grumbled, lying on his bed and folding his arms over his man boobs, I mean, chest.
"There are some women here..." Carlito commented. "I have dibs on Trish."
"I want Trish...she's the best out of a bad bunch." Cena spoke.
"Lita, she's a slut. She like's Adam for another thing. Torrie, she's just an airhead. Stacy...Carlito likes Stacy. She seems too nice though."
"Lita isn't a slut, I like her as a friend. She was just confused." Y2J defended.
"Whatever man, all I know is that if I don't lay one of them girls in the next few weeks...I'm gonna go spare!" Cena half chuckled.
In room 3...
"Great, I have to share a room with Mr Serial Bigamist over there!" Matt snarled.
"I don't exactly want you anywhere near me either, Hardy!" Edge retaliated.
"How many girls was it last year Adam, huh? 30, maybe 40 yet you had to take the one thing that mattered to me away!" Matt cried.
"So what...Lita was just another chick to me...just another slutty little bitch that needed a quick shag...and I, unlike you, was there to service her." Edge smiled broadly.
All three other men present gasped in horror...as did the imaginary audience.
"Is that, ummm, true Adam?" Amy asked, walking into the room with tears in her eyes.
"No, no, not at all baby...come here." Edge urged.
"Don't listen to him Amy..." Matt begged, shaking his head.
"I need time to think..." she muttered, scampering away.
"I hope you guys are satisfied." Taker tutted.
"You destroyed my marriage to her, Edge!" Kane finally interrupted.
"You were never married to her." Edge shouted.
"I...I wasn't?" Kane asked, his bottom lip quivering.
"No you wasn't!" Matt scowled.
"Hold me brother!" Kane sobbed, stumbling over to his older 'brother'.
"I'm not your brother!" Taker replied, pushing Kane away.
"I...ummm...WAH!" Kane roared, running into room 3's bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.
In room 4...
"Two wardrobes isn't enough for all my Hulkamaniac t-shirts brother, I need more space, brother, BROTHER!" Hogan yelled.
"Ummm, no offence Hulk, but we all have to share the two wardrobes." Batista interjected.
"Yeah Holmes, stop being so greedy all the time, esse." Eddie agreed.
"Who said I was selfish brother?" Hogan asked, venturing off into another rant.
However, the rest of the room were oblivious to Snitsky walking over to the wardrobe...
"Damn door!" he yelped, pulling at the handles.
Suddenly, the whole wardrobe fell to the ground, (un)fortunatly, Gene moved out the way just in time.
"That wasn't my FAULT!" Gene shouted.
In room 5...
"Where's Lita gone?" Stacy asked. She was perched on the end of her pink bed.
"Who?" Torrie questioned, a look of confusion written across her face.
"Amy Dumas, you know, used to go out with Matt Hardy, dumped him for Edge, Adam Copeland, two time Women's Champion..." Trish reminisced, waving her hand about manically trying to jog Torrie's memory.
"Whoa, you're making me feel dizzy!" Torrie giggled, planting her right hand to her spotless forehead.
Both Trish and Stacy sighed...they'd both been accused of being blonde bimbo's before but had they met their match?
Now, it was time for the student's to meet their head teacher...they were all - except for Kane - sat in the comfortable white, crème and brown living room in any available seats. Some had to settle for the floor, including Kurt Angle.
"You can come and sit on my lap if you want." Randy suggested, patting his muscular thighs in lust.
"Ummm no thanks." Kurt responded, turning around immediately.
"I'm sorry Amy...I didn't mean it." Adam pleaded from across the room but Lita was having none of it and continued her conversation with Y2J.
Vince McMahon cleared his throat...
"Now, without any further ado, I bring to you your new head teacher, a guy most of you know pretty well, ladies and gentlemen, Stone Cold Steve Austin!"
Suddenly, 'I Won't Do What You Tell Me' hit over the tanoy and Austin barged his way into the room with his muddy, rumbling quad bike, knocking over a few valuable antiques and plants.
"Hello Mr Austin." the students said in unison.
"What?"
"Hello Mr Austin."
"What?"
"Hello Mr Austin." a few students continued to speak.
"What?"
"Hello Mr Austin." Torrie said, the only person to do so.
"Ok, enough of that bullshit! I am the law and order for you punks over the next few weeks and I shall drink more beer than you will ever imagine. Why? Coz Stone Cold said so!" Austin yelled, guzzling two cans of beer at once. Then, Steve stopped in his tracks and noticed something..."There's only 19 of ya...where's the other son of a bitch?"
"In room 3's toilets crying." Taker informed.
"Crying? Puny little bastard, I'll soon change that!" Austin rampaged his way up the stairs, all of the other students following him.
Kane was still deeply upset by the 'traumatic' experience that had occurred moments ago...
"Open this door!" Austin ordered.
"No." Kane muffled.
"We'll soon see about that!" Austin mumbled. He clicked his fingers and as if by magic, his beloved quad bike appeared. He drove through the door and stopped just before he hit the big red machine. "Stop crying, damn pussy!"
"Never!"
And with that, Steve delivered a perfect Stone Cold Stunner to Kane, his head bouncing off the toilet seat!
The students were in shock. A lunatic like that would be in charge of them for the next month?
"All ya damn sissy's in bed...breakfast shall be served at exactly 7.30am, anyone that isn't there goes hungry until lunch...OH HELL YEAH!" Austin yelled ashis theme tune struck up again.
Next time on New Sensation...
What happens when the guys and gals spend their first night in their new house? How will the students react to the songs they will have to sing on Friday evening? Check back for more soon!
PS - I do not hold the prejudice that all blondes are bimbo's. A few of my good friends are blonde and they are very intelligent, more so than me (ok, so it's not hard, but ya get what I mean...)!
PPS - Thanks to liverose, Mistress Martin & Evandiel for reviewing this so far...I hope you guys have enjoyed this chapter!