I don't own anyone
Note: I have a few things to say before we get to the story. A) I'm sorry that I keep calling Christy 'Chrissy'. I made a mistake for typing her name wrong, and I'm sorry. I'll changed the mistakes later in the other chapters.
B)Anonymous reviewers. I welcome them, and don't mind having some. I understand that some people don't want to type in their login names and/or don't have an account, but enjoy reading stories on this site. I was the same way before I got an account. Like I say, no problem with anonymous reviewers at all. But, I do have a problem when anonymous reviewers take personal shots at me and other writers all because we made a mistake or two.
Yes, I'm talking to you, YouSuck438. Now, don't think I can't take a bad review because I can. But, I don't like it when people take shots at the writer because they don't like the same people or whatever the case. Also, you might think that I hate Christy, the real woman behind the character. I DON'T! (same goes for Randy Orton) I just don't like her character. I have the right to have that opinion like you have yours.
So, YouSuck438, I hope you feel you like a real BIG person for that review without leaving an e-mail address, but it makes you look like a freaking moron. I'm sorry that you can't a joke like others do...well, not really. Now, if you don't like my stories or the way I write about people, don't read them. I made it clear in the prologue I'm going to bashing their characters. To me, you seem to be the stupidest person ever for reading a story that bash a character you like and have the nerves to bash the author for having a little fun.
And if you have any other problems with this story, or the way I treated Christy, leave me an e-mail address, so we can discuss this personal. This site is not the place to start a beef over something so stupid.
Sorry I have to go on that little rant guys. I just HATE it when people make personal shots at the writers.
On with the story!
"Oh my God. I never knew how long a match is until now!" Rey complained as he paced back and forth in front of his buddies, biting his nails through the gloves. Both Booker T and Eddie sat on the couch, playing cards and playing him no mind. "Hey! Are you guys listening to me!" he shouted at them.
"Yeah." they both said in deadpan voices.
Rey continued to pace and complain about long matches and he has nothing to do with his time. After the match between Chris Benoit and Orlando Jordan ended with Benoit winning and keeping his title, the show went to commerical break, which made Rey even more mad.
"My match is up in a few minutes! I can't wait that long! I have to do something!" he shouted at the two men that's too into their game to hear or care about what he had to say that the time. Well, until Booker caught Eddie cheating.
"What don't you warm up? That should that up your time." Eddie suggected as he was getting choke by the larger man.
"Yeah, that should keep you from going crazy." Booker T agreed, then he went back to his choking out Latino Heat.
Sighing, Rey walked over to the door. "I think I'll go, and do that while you guys...yeah." And he left them to continued to fight. It took Rey a few seconds to find a good spot to warm up, sat on the floor, spread his legs (and the author pops out of nowhere to take pictures, then leaves), and he started his stretching. "Why I get the crappy end of the deal? McMahon could at least call me up, and ask me himself. At least, I could had voice my opinion! I have the right!" Rey ranted on. He didn't even notice that people walked by him, hearing his rant, but continued on their way and hope that he wouldn't ask for their opinions.
A dark shadow crept over Rey' s body, but the Mexcian didn't pay it any mind, lost in his own world. "...Rey?"
"I hate McMahon."
"Rey?"
"Maybe I should go through my plan on taking over the world. Yeah! That would show him!"
"REY!"
"WHAT?" Rey shouted back at the person. He looked up with a snarl on his face, until he realized who he was yelling at and said, "Oh! Sorry, Batista. I was going on my little rant..." he started, but cut off by Batista holding up his hand.
"Say no more. I understand. I heard that Vince wanted you to babysit Juvi since you brought him in." Batista told him.
"You did! Who told you!"
"From people."
"Damnit! People don't know when to keep their mouths shut!" Rey jumped to his feet, and put up his fists, boxing the air. "Wait until I start my world taking over plan..."
"Damnit, Mysterio! You're telling people about the plan again? Why don't you just give him the blueprints, why don't you!" shouted a pissed off Chibi Rey.
"Shut up! You do nothing, but complain about everything! I did all the work! You just watch the divas take off their clothes in the dressing room...by the way, got the pictures?"
"Already on the bed." the chibi devil reported as he rubbed his hands together, then he disappeared. Rey laughing to himself while rubbing his own hands together like an evil villain, and Batista staring at his new friend, waiting to leave.
"I think I'm going to leave you alone now," Batista said, backing away very slowly. "Yeah. Right now." And he ran down the hall.
After a few more seconds of laughing, Rey finally realized that the big man was gone. "Hey. Where did he go?" He looked both way of the hallway, shrugged his shoulders, and went back to warming up.
"Mr. Mysterio, your match with Shannon Moore is up next."
"Yes!" he jumped up and cheered. Reaching into his secert pocket, he pulled out some Skittles, shoved them down his throat, and ate them in one gulp. "Showtime!" Then, he ran to put on a great show. See, you might had read my other stories that he's hooked on the Japanese treat, Pocky and thought that it's fine and harmless.
Wrong!
Many people had been either hurt, bitten, kicked or everything above when they get too close to Rey's pocky. If you have eaten pocky, you understand why. But, no one knew about his other addiction, Skittles. You might be saying, "No way! Only Jeff could be the only person hook on that!" But, it's true. Rey's a Skittles junkie. Come on! How else you explain Rey's hyper and sexy ass!
...Back to the story
Well, I had to take up time while the guys wrestles. I don't think anyone wants to read a match, but rather watch it. So, just know that Rey won. I know! I know! I love Shannon Moore just like anyone else, but this Rey's story, and he has all right to do what he wants. Anyway...
"Great match, Rey." Shannon told the tired wrestler after he walked back behind the curtains. He expanded his hand to shake Rey's.
Rey took his hand, and shook it. "Thanks man. Same with you."
Both men went back to the locker room to be welcome by the other wrestlers telling them that they put on a great match for the fans.
"So, how do you feel now?" Booker T requested after Rey came out with a towel around his waist and soaking wet(again, the author pops of nowhere, and took more pictures). "How the hell that kid get in here!"
With a defeated sigh, Rey hung his head down. "I'm used to it," He lifted his head, and gave Booker T a big grin, pretending that nothing happened. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Glad to hear it." Booker T responded, also pretending that the short writer never appeared with a camera. He patted Rey's on the shoulder, then took his turn in the shower.
Christian walked over to Rey, eating a bag of Skittles in front of the man, without knowing the dangerous power the candy has over the masked wrestler. "Are you going to baby sit him?"
"Might as well. I won't be a friend if I didn't do this little thing." Rey answered, eyeing the candy.
"Another good guy trying to do the right thing, but going to get stab in the back soon."
"Oh crap." Eddie said.
"What is it?" Mercury questioned, pulling himself from the mirror with Nitro.
"Christian has Skittles."
"What does that have to do with anything?" piped up Nitro.
"Rey loves that candy and Christian is eating it in front of him." explained Eddie.
"So? It can't be as bad like that dude with the different colors hair. I heard some stories about that guy, and he's a problem." Nitro said with a shrug, then he went back to combing his hair.
"You know nothing! Nothing, I'll tell you! You don't know what people would do for a bag of Skittles. To this day, Jeff is forever ban from it!" Matt explained to the tag team. He grabbed a few fliers, and started to place them on top of wrestler's bags and hands.
"What's this for?" London questioned him while reading the bright yellow paper.
"Jeff is coming backstage to visit me next week. Just a fair warning."
Warning!
Whatever you do, or what he says
Do not, I repeat! Do not give this man Skittles!
You been warned
picture of Jeff Hardy, grinning with a bag of Skittles in his hands
"Oh! It can't be that bad." Shannon Moore shrugged off. "No on can be as bad with Skittles than Jeff."
That opinion was proven wrong when Christian shrieked in pain, and Rey yelped like Xena. All eyes turned to the direction, and saw a tiny masked man jumping on the Canadian's back, clawing his eyes.
"Give me the candy! Give to me now!" Rey shouted.
"No! My eyes! My beautiful eyes!" Christian shouted, running around to throw him off, but nothing worked.
"Give it to me, Christian, and I'll give you something in return." Rey purred.
"That don't sound right."
"Shut up! They can hear you!"
"Who!"
"The slash writers, dumbass!"
"...They're nothing, but a myth! They don't exist."
Road Warror Animal just shook his head at Orlando. "These young kids don't know nothing."
After a few minutes of trying to bashed the Latino on the wall, and lockers (and the other wrestlers just sat back, eating popcorn), Christian finally dropped to the floor, exhausted while Rey was still hyper. "You win. Take that damn things!" he said, trying to catch his breath. He held up the bag of treasure up, and Rey grabbed them.
"Glad you see it my way," he said. He glanced at the bag, then his smile turned into a frown. "Sour! I hate that flavor! You can have the nasty crap!" He toss the bag on Christian, and walked out.
"What the hell are you going!" demanded Eddie, already downloading the pictures of the two on a nearby laptop that appeared just now.
"To make a phone call." Rey called out before the door closed behind him.
Back at Steph's & Hunter's home
With a sweatdrop, Hunter watched from the sideline as Christy hung in a cage from the ceiling of their living room. He looked down, and to find a lava pit at the bottom of the floor. "...Umm. Steph?"
Reading a book from the other side of the lava pit, Stephanie glanced over at her husband. "Yes?"
"How you got..."
"Just know that we can buy anything."
"But, when did we had this?"
"...I had it install before we brought the house."
Christy pressed her face against the bars and said, "Excuse me. Can I have something to eat?"
"Quiet! One more word and I'll make your whole body just as red like your hair!"
"Ouch! That sound like it would hurt." Lita spoke up.
"Lita! What the hell you're doing here?" Hunter demanded.
"I wanted to borrow a cup of sugar to bake a cake." she replied, holding a cup.
"Stephanie, did you know she was here!" he shrieked.
"Yes."
"...Why didn't you tell me!"
"Because you look so cute when you try to figure things out."
"Him too! Edge does the same thing too!" said Lita.
"Oh! We must get together to talk about that." Stephanie responded, putting her arm around Lita's shoulders as they walked into the kitchen.
"...WHY AM I THE LAST ONE TO KNOW ANYTHING?" Hunter cried out, dropping to his knees and turning red all over his body.
"Because you're a blonde."
"Now, I was going to buy you some rats from the pet shop to eat. Now, you fuck up."
"I'm sorry!"
"Too late!"
"Damnit!"
TBC?