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Smackdown! was going on the air in 20 minutes, and already the buzz of the return of Juvi ran through the locker room. As the guys got ready for the show, they talked and shared their favorite stories about the small Mexican wrestler as the new wrestlers just listened, taking mental notes in their heads.
"And then, he told the girl he would paid her $40 if she and her hot friend would...Oh! Hey, Rey-Rey." Booker T said, looking up in time to see the masked man entered the room with his head down. He turned to the group of wrestlers, shooing them away, and walked over to his friend. "What's wrong? You seem down. I thought you would love the fact Juvi is back." he said, putting his arm around Rey's shoulders.
With a sad sigh, Rey looked up at the taller man with normal eyes. "I am. Believe me. I'm very happy that he's here. It's that..It's that..."
"It's that he rather be causing problems with him, not looking after him like a child," Eddie spoke up with a grin at the two. He put down his book, and went over to them, then put his arm on top of Booker's. "Am I right?" he asked Rey. Rey nodded, and let out another sad sigh. Only Booker T was the only one who was lost.
"Look after him? Like a freaking babysitter?" he questioned them.
"Don't say that! The word still burns my heart." Rey protested, cringling a little.
Eddie chuckled a little, then he pitched Rey's cheek. much to Rey's annoyance. " I was right."
"How did you knew about it" Rey questioned Eddie. Booker T slided his arm away from the space between Rey's shoulders, and Eddie's arm, shaking his head in shame, and pity for Rey while going back to his locker to get ready for his match.
"Juvi called me after you pass out." answered Eddie with a twisted face expression, not sure if he's not sure if he heard Juvi correctly.
"Yeah, I passed out." Rey told him with a small nod, then he walked away from Eddie to get to an empty locker, and started to stuff his things in. Eddie followed him to his locker, and leaned on the one beside him.
"Are you going to do it?"
"Of course. He's my friend. I talked McMahon to bring him in. I guess, he wants me to prove to him that Juvi is as great that I made him out to be."
"Good for you."
"If I was you, I would let him come in, and get in all the trouble if he wants to get into. Not your problem." Christian spoke up.
Eddie rolled his eyes. "Of course you would. You don't care about anyone, but you."
Christian shrugged his shoulders. "I did at one point. But, I quickly learned that you got to look put for yourself." he added.
"Says the man that turned his back on his own brother." commented Road Warrior Animal from across the room.
"Look! I did want I had to do! He was getting all of the attention. Brothers tends to do that." Christian protested.
"Amen to that!" Matt Hardy shouted with his hand in the air.
All eyes on Hardy, then he gained a sweatdrop.
"Anyway," Christian started again, turning his attention away from Matt like everyone else did, and back at Rey. "He's not my brother anymore. I have no brother, and I'm happy about that. Besides that, I had friends once on RAW. Well, you see what that gotten me." He went back to pulling up his tights.
"Well, you had Trish, right homes?" Eddie piped up with a smile.
"Like I said. Look what it gotten me." Christian repeated.
The smile disappered from Eddie's face and a serious one replaced it. "What happened? I thought you and Trish was tight. You guys was the hottest couple on RAW."
"We were. But, it's kinds hard to be part of a hot couple when the other one was screwing everything with a dick." he explained without looking up. After he got on his gears, he put on a fake smile and said, "I'm going to the soda machine to get my Root Beer. I'll be back." he walked away from the two, then he looked back at them.
"Want some company?" Rey requested.
"No. I'll be okay. Just remember what I told you, little man. Look out for yourself. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about." On that note, Christian exited out of the room.
"Man, that's fuck up." Booker T stated, looking at the door.
"I never thought that he has feelings." added Paul London.
"He acts more like a diva than anyone else I know." Matt quickly pointed out.
The door opened again, and Randy Orton scrolled in with his father behind him.
"Who's the greatest man in the world?" asked Randy, doing his famous pose with a big grin on his face.
"I told that woman she should had gave him up when he was small." Bob said under his breath, then he took out a small bottle of Jin out and started to drink it.
"What you said, Daddy?" Randy questioned him, looking at the legend over his shoulder.
"What!" Bob replied back, jumped a little in shock. "Nothing, son! Nothing at all." he lied.
"That what I thought." Randy said, narrowing his eyes at him, then turning his attention to his co-workers.
"Give us a break, Randy. We're getting ready for our matches. Unlike someone who like to show up to work late." London said.
"Don't get mad that I'm better looking than you, wrestle better than you, get more chicks than you, and the fans love me."
Since that ever happened? Bob thought, scratching his head. With a shrug, he started to drink again.
"Are you high?" London questioned Orton. "From what I heard from the divas, you're not that good looking, the only reason you're here and got the Heavyweight title so soon because who you're dad is, and the last time I checked, the fans wants you dead since you pulled that crap on the Undertaker." he informed him.
Randy took out a stack of paper. "What the divas and everyone else know! I got many fan fiction writers writing about me. They paired me with so many girls. Lita, Trish, Chrissy, OC characters and many more. I'm the best to happen in the fan fiction world!" Randy shouted as he wave the papers in the air.
Eddie grabbed the papers from the annoying man, scanned them while shaking his head in shame. He returned the papers to Randy and said, "Man! You're a bigger loser than I thought! You wrote these fiction yourself!"
"What! How dare you say that! Prove it?"
"Dude, I know your e-mail address, and it's on the papers. Also, I know your screen name, My name is Randy Orton and I'm God's Gift to Women and the Best Thing to Happen In Wrestling. Please Love Me. Sadly, that's your e-mail address as well, homes."
"Wow. You suck." joked Rey, laughing.
"Just like Chrissy." Nitro added, joining on the laughter with the other wrestlers.
"Speaking of that stupid bitch. Where is she?" Bob asked.
"Quiet! If you talk about her, she might show up!" Mercury said, looking around.
Meanwhile
"Stephanie! Please! No!" Chrissy yelled, then she ducked when a bullet went past her.
"I'm sick fo you, and your hyper ass! It's cute when Jeff Hardy or Rey does it because they're cute, and they had talent!" Stephanie growled at her, taking off the rest of the rope and tape. She walked over to the redhead, shooting again.
"But! I do have talent!" Chrissy protested.
Everyone, even the dog laughed.
"You! Have talent! That's a joke! The only talent you have is taking off your clothes, taking TV time from women who are actually good workers, and making them quit! Gail Kim, Molly, and Jazz! They're gone because they hate the fact they burst their asses for years to get respect from the fans, and as soon they almost got it, you come in because you won a T&A contest, and you ruined everything! Everything! Now, all the guys want to see women take their clothes off in dumb ass gimmick matches adn don't give a damn about women wrestling again! Thank a lot, Chrissy! Thank a lot, Dad! If I kill you, people would forget about you, and maybe the girls would come back."
Hunter, under the couch peeked out. "Breath, honey! Just kill the annoying bitch quick."
"That's what I'm doing, sweetheart." Stephanie said with a smile. Once again, Chrissy started to run, and ducking from the flying bullets.
Back to the wrestlers
After viewing the small part above, everyone gained a sweatdrop.
"I think Steph snapped." spoke Booker T.
Everyone nodded their agreement, and Rey sighed.
"I think I'm going to tell McMahon that I'm going to do it," he said. "After I make Steph some tea. She needs it."
Rey walked out of the room while the guys continued to get ready.
TBC?