Hi guys, thank you to those who are still reading and reviewing! BTW, any parts from now on that are underlined are diary entries.
Saturday morning. 6.30am. The students were peacefully fast asleep, many of them exhausted from the night before in which they had given it their utmost into their performance. Unfortunately, the day does not get of to an ideal start...
"Get up you pussys...now! Oh yeah, a surprise room inspection shall be held at exactly 8.30am and if your rooms aren't above satisfactory there will be consequences. OH HELL YEAH!" Head Teacher Austin yelled, waking everyone from their dreams.
"He has got to be kidding..." Batista murmured, raising his head slightly from his pillow.
"Our rooms a right mess, Holmes!" Eddie panicked.
"It's not my FAULT!" Gene hollered.
"You broke both the wardrobe and the shower." Batista sneered.
"Whatcha gonna do brother, when Steve Austin lays the whoop ass on you!" Hogan shouted, standing on the top of his bed and posing.
"No way is this room gonna pass." Eddie added.
"We can fix it...if we try hard enough and make Mr Accident and that old duffer leave the room." Batista decided, forcing both Gene and Hogan out of the room, while he and Eddie scrambled to their feet in hope of restoring the room somehow.
In room 3, Matt and Edge had evolved their 'feud' from arguing with one another to not speaking to each other at all...
"Who wants the shower first?" Taker asked, doing his best to carry on as, ummm, normal.
"I don't but perhaps Mr Asshole over there might..." Matt huffed.
"No I don't, but tell Mr Moaner over there that I might wanna deal with him later." Edge retaliated.
"Well, maybe you should tell Copeland that I'm going down for breakfast and that he'd better not take all of the pineapple juice before I get down there."
"And maybe you should tell Hardy over there that I had grape fruit juice yesterday, if he's keeping a score board!" Edge continued, both men with their backs facing each other.
"So I can use it first?" Taker asked, looking at everyone in the room including Kane.
"YES!" they cried in unison, sighing deeply afterwards.
In room 2, Carlito was somehow still asleep. John was the last one from that room to get changed and slammed the door as loudly as he could.
"Huh?" Carlito shot his head up.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Cena said, lying of course. 'How come he gets Trish and I don't?' he questioned himself.
"I feel much better today!" Carlito yawned, stretching his arms into the air.
"So, ummm, Trish said something about you two going out..." John began.
"Yes we might be. Carlito like Trish, she hot. A good nurse too!" he grinned like a cat who had the cream.
"It doesn't mean that you two are an item, you know?"
"It don't?"
"No, I mean, you haven't actually dated yet have you. You haven't hugged nor kissed..."
"She kissed my cheek last night!" Carlito exclaimed, pointing and grinning to his right cheek.
"Arr, that's different to Frenchies," John told, shuffling from spot to spot "I mean like embraced passionately, you know, like lovers do."
"We will - Carlito guarantee's it!" he responded, nodding his head - and afro.
In room 1, Kurt isn't feeling so good...
"Argh, man, I think that Carlito bug caught onto me." he winced, clutching his stomach.
"Maybe you'll feel better after you've had a shower and breakfast." Shawn suggested.
"Maybe." Kurt nodded, getting out of bed slowly.
"Do you need any help with the shower or anything...it can be awfully tricky..." Randy hinted.
"No, I'll be fine, thank you." Kurt said, collecting his clothes and heading into the bathroom.
The girls however had gotten up at half past five to have an early morning swim. They seemed to be the only people enjoying the experience...except for Lita.
"Don't let them bother you Li, there acting like children." Trish reasoned, drying her hair.
"I know but Matt won't let it drop and Adam said that...what he did, it just makes me so angry that we can't get along."
"Everyday a chance at a new start - don't be so down hearted." Stacy reassured, patting Lita's shoulder.
"I guess you're right. At least I hope you are."
"Oh my God, you guys, them people are fighting right now!" Torrie gasped, running into the changing rooms.
"Who?" Lita inquired hastily.
"A black and blonde hair guy in, ummm, room 3 I think...or is it 15?" Torrie questioned herself.
"Oh God, Matt and Adam!" Lita cried, her, Stacy and Trish dashing to the bedroom as Torrie stood muttering to herself, trying to remember who was fighting with whom...
"Feace's!" Matt spat, blood trickling from his mouth.
"Nerd!" Edge laughed, trying to struggle free from Cena and Jericho's grip.
"You son of a bitches need sorting out good and proper!" Steve Austin spoke, standing in between the two men.
"I would have done if Shawn and Hunter would just let go of me!" Matt yelled.
"You guys, this is going way too far!" Lita yelped, anger being the only present expression in her voice.
"Stay out of this!" Adam ordered, attempting to kick Matt in the stomach.
"No, I'm the reason you two are fighting in the first place. At least let me have the chance to explain." Lita demanded.
"I told you Amy just go away, let me and bitterness over there fight it out like real men do!" Edge shouted.
"Men - yeah right, you two are just acting like a couple of school boys." Lita disagreed, exiting the room without either Matt nor Edge.
"Feace's!" Matt continued.
"Nerd!" Edge followed.
"Amy - let's talk..." Jericho said, running after his friend.
"I'm not really in the mood at the minute." Lita replied, without turning to face Y2J.
After an uneasy breakfast, the students gathered into their rooms to tidy up a little before the room inspections.
"I think our room's tidy enough, don't you?" Triple H questioned the rest of his group.
"I don't see why not. The beds are all made and everything's in it's place. There's nothing seriously wrong. Not like in room 4..." Shawn laughed.
"They have no chance in hell getting there room sorted before Mr Austin arrives!" Randy agreed.
Suddenly, Stone Cold's theme music hit over the tanoy, causing everyone to stand to attention...no, not in that way!
"Room 1, yes?"
"Yes." All four men replied in unison.
"Let's have a look. Ummm, everything seems to be in place. Doesn't really smell. Hey, Orton, what's that white stain on your sheet?" Austin asked, pulling back everyone's duvets.
"Ummm, milk?" Randy bluffed.
"I don't think so. Get it sorted!" Steve insisted, before walking into the bathroom. "That all seems fine. Keep it up like this and we shall get on just fine." Steve enthused.
Room 2...
"Christian, can't you spray deodorant after you've used the toilets?" Cena questioned.
"Now you tell me!" He uttered, as Mr Austin walked into the room.
"What's that pile of apples doing on the floor?" Steve inquired.
"There my spitting apples...when people are no cool, they get spat at!" Carlito grinned, tossing an apple into the air.
"Really? If one of them things comes anywhere near me, you get a can of whoop ass laid out on you!" Austin promised, walking into the bathroom. "Man, it reeks in here, who's responsible for this...this charades?"
Carlito, Jericho and Cena all pointed at Christian.
"Have you got a problem, son?" Austin asked, taking another gulp of his beer.
"I think the problem is that I'm not get my five fruit and vegetables a day...we aren't getting substantial meals." The CLB replied, folding his arms protectively over his chest.
"After I leave here, give him five of your apples afro boy..." Steve requested, stunning Christian for insulting JR's cooking. "You have all been warned." he scowled, walking to room 3.
"Managed to clear that blood of your face, Matt?" Steve asked, walking over to the slightly shorter man.
"Yes thank you."
"Good, good, good. Are you four enjoying your stay?" Steve asked.
"Yes." They all muttered in unison, less than enthusiastic.
"Could I change rooms?" Taker asked.
"Nope, all sleeping arrangements are final." Steve stated.
"I can't stand to be in the same room as Hardy, let alone sleep there with him..." Edge scowled.
"C'mon Edge, you haven't come onto me yet - I would hate for you to go without." Matt chuckled.
"That's enough. You all need to learn a little thing called tolerance." Steve said, after inspecting the rest of the room and the bathroom, walking into the disastrous room 4...
"I think it's all ok." Batista reassured his roommates.
"I hope you are right, esse." Eddie nervously replied.
"Let's have a look in here, shall we?" Steve said, peering into the bathroom. "Yes, it all looks in good condition to me. Keep it up!" he urged, Eddie and Batista giving each other the thumbs up.
Unfortunately, Steve slammed the door to hardly behind him, causing the wardrobe and shower to fall down in an almighty crash.
"BROTHER!" Hogan replied.
"What the hell is going on?" Steve said, reopening the door.
"It's like this Holmes, you see..."
"What Eddie's trying to say is that someone from our group kinda broke the wardrobe and shower..." Batista half laughed.
"It wasn't my FAULT!" Gene yelled.
"Yes it was, brother, the Hulkster hasn't had a shower in days brother, and it's all your fault, brother!" Hogan ranted.
"I thought it stunk near you..." Steve joked.
"It was Gene, esse." Eddie told.
"Yep." Batista agreed.
"There all saying it was you...so either, you're lying or you're a no good son of a bitch. Which is it? What? What? What? WHAT?"
"It was my FAULT!" Gene sulked.
The whole room and imaginary audience as well as cameraman crew and producers gasped.
"Which one are ya, you never answered my question." Steve asked again, still not getting a proper answer, he stunned Snitsky. "No more lame excuses shall come from this room or you all get one...got it?"
"Yes Mr Austin." Batista and Eddie nodded.
Steve was impressed with how well Trish, Torrie, Stacy and Lita were maintaining their room. It was now time for many of them to learn which songs they would be singing on Wednesday. For the hour and a half show, each student would sing one chorus and one verse of their chosen song. Some people had not been given their songs yet, but those who had were asked to write about it in their diaries...
"I have been given 'Suspicious Minds' by the King to perform on Wednesday...it's so amazing to think that I'll be singing such a great song in a few days. I hope it goes alright." Shawn optimised.
"I've been given 'The Bitter End' by Placebo. It kind of suits me at the minute, I think. Dammit, for someone that looks kinda weedy, he sure slaps hard." Matt wrote, touching the bottom of his lip.
"Motorhead are amazing - I know I'm gonna totally cock up 'The Ace of Spades'" Triple H put.
"Now, the amazing Christian get's stuck singing 'Cry Me A River'. I've never heard it before but I bet I'm gonna get put up for eviction. It's just my luck. My head's still sore from that Stone Cold Stunner earlier. Is it really my fault that I happen to be slightly constipated? No." Christian whined.
"Bon Jovi are ok - I prefer my stuff a bit heavier to be honest. I have to sing 'Always'. It could be worse...I could be singing 'Cry Me A River!'" Batista chuckled slightly.
"I'm singing 'We Belong Together' by Mariah Carey. I'm gonna dedicate it to Carlito. He's been so nice to me over the past few days, I think we might actually be an item before too long." Trish smiled.
"I hate the way Carlito has his arms draped around Trish like that - what can she possibly see in him? He's a mofo!" Cena sneered.
"I get Frank Sinatra's 'My Way' esse - I think I'm gonna dress like a gangster to celebrate!" Eddie cheered.
"They have given me 'Don't Speak' by No Doubt - How ironic." Lita thought.
"I can't remember what they gave me...something about that topic...ummm..." Torrie questioned herself, not expecting to get an answer within the next five hours!
"Are you ok Kurt?" Randy asked, walking over to Kurt's bed. He was having an early night in hope of shifting his stomach pains.
"Yeah, I think I'm ok thanks."
"If you need anything...just say."
"Thank you Randy." Kurt said in exasperation.
Next time in New Sensation...
The rest of the students get their songs, but will they be happy? The Rock gives the students a new challenge and Randy receives a love letter, but who is it from?
Check back soon for more!
I have a confession to make...No, I'm not gonna brake out into 'Best of You' by the Foo Fighters, lol! No, I am in fact a little stuck for ideas. Any would be appreciated, although the next chapter has been planned.