RIP Eddie Guerrero
Heaven needs some more spice
At Vince's home
"Dad, you think it's cool to hire Juvi? I mean, he's a good wrestler, and he can get butts in seats, but I heard stories from other wrestlers how he is backstage. The guy is bad news." Shane said as he followed his father in his office. Vince sat down in his seat in front of big mable wood made table, and started to read his Sunday morning newpaper.
"Son, I know what I'm doing. The fans been talking, and e-mailing to the company that they want to see Juvi back on TV, and we all know the great feuds he had with Mysterio, and others. They want to see it again, and new ones. Plus, I have to get to him before those jerks in TNA grab him." he replied to his son, shaking his fist to the air with a snarl on in his face.
If this was an anime, I would have a sweatdrop on my head right now. Shane thought, then he let out a defeated sigh. He dropped into the seat in front of the important desk that Juvi just sat in a few moments ago. With a pout, he muttered, "If you knew what you were doing, you wouldn't let Randy Orton get the Heavyweight title, and gave it someone that actually good like Jericho."
"What was that, son?" asked Vince, behind the newspaper.
"Nothing!" Shane lied, scared that Vince really did heard him.
"Besides, I got a plan to make sure that Juvi behaves." Vince spoke up, moving the paper away from his face to smile at his son.
"What's the plan?" he asked him, and braced himself for the worst.
"Well," he started to say.
Cameras to Rey's House
"WWWHHHAAATTTT?" screamed Rey Mysterio while holding his cell phone.
"Yeah! I'm the WWE now, and Vince said that I can hang out with you. Like old times," explained Juvi, on the other line (after switching ears since Rey blew out the eardrum in his right ear). "Ain't it great?"
"What's the catch?"
"Catch? There's no catch."
"Juvi."
"Rey."
"Juvi."
"Rey."
"Juvi."
"Rey."
"JUVI!"
"DAMNIT! STOP YELLING!"
"You first," Rey said, switching the other ear as he try to pop the damage ear. "There got to be a catch. Vince is known to put liitle things in contracts so that he can ow..I mean make sure you do your best."
A poof of smoke, a tiny verison of Mysterio sat on his left shoulder, eating some grape."That was close. Maybe you should show him your secert plans of taking over Mexico."
"Shut it, Chibi Me! You may live in my head, but I still own you."
The tiny one spat out the grape, and bowed his head quickly. "Sorry. I won't speak out of line again."
The tiny verison of Rey Mysterio disappeared.
"Rey, are you talking to Chibi Rey again?" Juvi questioned his long time friend.
"...Maybe." he answered, looking around the room to see if anyone caught him talking to the little devil again.
Juvi cleared his throat and said, "Well, he did say there's a small thing he wants before he let me on TV soon."
"Ha! I knew it! Another victory for short people!" cheered Rey, pumping his fist in the air.
"...Right...Anyway, he says I have to make you agree to watch over me." confessed Juvi, biting his lower lip.
"You mean,"
"Yup."
"Like in WCW?"
"Yeah."
" Let me get this right. I have to be your babysitter again?"
"Now, you're catching on." Juvi claimed.
There's a few minutes of Rey's breathing hard, then he finally said. "Excuse me. I have to pass out now. Goodbye." Very smoothly, and slowly, he shut the phone off, put in nicely on the coffee table, and passed out.
Still on the other line, Juvi blinked a few times, trying to put together what just happpened. With a shrug of his shoulders, he also hung up his own phone. "I guess, the news was too great on his tiny heart." And he went back to watch TV as his friend laid on his living room floor as his children pushed him to aside to take their seats in front of their TV to view the lastest cartoons.
Back to Vince's House
"No! No! No! I see nothing but bad things happening if Rey agrees. He's already on the edge of snapping after we took away his damned pocky! The WWE is going to burn in Hell by that tiny man if this goes on!" Shane protested, standing up, looking down at Vince.
"Really," Vince started to say, but pause to take off his reading glasses. "You're against my plan, son? Just remember the last time someone was against me. If you don't, I think Stephanie can tell you."
Stephaine's House
Tied up, and gagged on her very couch, Stephanie had tears in her tears as Chrissy sat beside her with the remote in her hand, and a big smile on her face.
"That's me at my Sweet 16 birthday party! See? Everything is pink! Pink is my favorite color. See, even my guests wore pink!" she went on and on for five hours straight. Meanwhile, Triple H sat in the corner, grabbing the phone and holding it to his ear after breaking free from his prison.
"Hello, police! I like to report a kidnapping." he whispered low in the phone, hoping that the red headed 'diva' wouldn't hear him over her annoying rambling.
"Oh! Mr. Vince told me you would do that, so I cut all the phones in the house and hid the cell phones." Chrissy reported to him.
"Oh dear God! All because Steph didn't like the color of the suit her wore last week?"
"That what he told me."
"Well, ain't that a load of bullsh.."
TBC?
Note: As you can guess, I hate Randy Orton and Chrissy very much. If you're a fan of theirs, don't read this fic 'cause there will be bashing of the two and a few more during this tale.
Randy Orton isn't cute and Chrissy is a waste of space like the other divas.