What's The Worst That Could Happen?

Author's Note: Looking for a comedy view this time around...

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, the WWE and Vince McMahon do...

Summary: So what if they're locked in a locker room together and most of them hate each other... Okay, maybe it is a big deal. See what happens when you lock a load of wrestlers who don't like one another in a locker room for hours... The results don't look too good.

Characters: Chris Jericho, The Rock, Stone Cold, Trish Stratus, Team Extreme, Stacy Keibler, Torrie Wilson, RVD, Triple H, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, and many more...

Timeframe: Around the time when Team Extreme was together, Triple H and Stephanie were married, and etc. (After the WCW/ECW vs. WWF).

Chapter Thirteen - The Hamburglar

Just when they thought it couldn't get any more bizarre than it already was... The lights turned green and the Hurricane's music started echoing throughout the room. Stacy started screaming her head off, while Vince glared around the room. Christian crossed his arms, shaking his head as Stacy ran around in a small circle. Rock raised an eyebrow as a puff of green smoke emerged from the center of the room. And as odd as it sounds two people appeared out of no where.

"THE HURRICANE, YOUR SUPERHERO IS HERE!" Hurricane announced as he placed his hands on his hips.

Mighty Molly copied Hurricane and said, "AND SO IS HIS SIDE-KICK MIGHTY MOLLY!"

The music ceased to play and the green smoke disappeared as the lights went back to normal. The two still standing in the center of the room with their hands on their hips. Someone coughs, but the pair stand still like dolls or something. Suddenly Vince stands up and claps.

"That was amazing... Do you think you could do that again, but in the ring?" Vince asked.

"Why of course I can, but I don't want to." Hurricane replied.

The two stopped posing and started adjusting their capes and spandex. Randy raised an eyebrow at the two, however decided not to ask. While John, Edge, Christian, Lita and Jericho were on the verge of laughing their asses off. Eddie, Kurt, Benoit and Trish had decided not to even bother asking. Rock leaped to his feet and looked the two up and down.

"Well if it isn't the Hamburgler...!" Rock exclaimed.

"Write that down." Vince mumbled to Linda, who wrote it down.

"What did you just say?" Hurricane questioned in a high voice.

"The Hamburgler." Rock repeated, even louder than before.

"Oh god..." Someone mumbled, shaking their head.

"Well...You're...A freak." Hurricane snapped.

Rock blinked, shaking his head.

"That was the worst come-back I've ever heard! Sit down your candy ass down and think of a better one." Rock hissed.

Hurricane sat down and Mighty Molly did the same.

"What are we supposed to be thinking about?" Molly muttered.

"A good comeback." Hurricane replied.

Stacy's Diary... AGAIN...

Dear Diary,

I am writing you again because I am crazy. Crazy people write their thoughts down on a white thingy called paper. We played spin the can...Or bottle...I can't remember... But there is this really hot guy staring at that girl with the red hair! He keeps licking his lips and sending her signals or kisses...Whatever you want to call it. I think he wants her, but she's too stupid to realize it! Gosh, I'm so madder than mad at her! My boyfriend, Chris, hit on her! I feel sad.

Oh well. Torrie said I am stupid. I don't know why everyone thinks I'm so stupid. I can spell! I use correct . and ! How dare they think I am dumb? I will show them that I Stacy Keibler is not stupid!

Get a life diary!

Love, Stacy!

Back To Normalness...

"Why are you looking at me?" Randy asked.

"I'M NOT!" Stacy hissed, putting her diary away.

"I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to him!" Randy snapped, pointing to Hunter.

"I'm, Hunter." Hunter started.

"Aw, hell no! Don't you be hitting on guys!" Austin ordered.

"Eww... He's hittin' on ya!" John teased.

"Shut up... Man, I am NOT gay!" Randy insisted.

"Yea, I know ya ain't." John replied.

"Why do you keep staring at her?" Stacy asked.

"What?" John and Randy questioned at once.

"Her..." Stacy mumbled, pointing to Lita.

"I ain't." John insisted.

"I... I'm staring at... The door." Randy replied.

"I was talking to that guy." Stacy stated.

"Me?" John questioned.

"Yes, you! Silly!" Stacy responded with a laugh.

"Is she high?" Randy asked John.

"Most likely." John agreed.

"But were you really staring at that chick?" Randy questioned.

"Ch, no." John replied.

"Right." Randy mumbled, nodding his head.

"I wasn't! Man, if you think I need to prove somethin' jus' ask everyone in this room!" John snapped.

"Fine... OKAY EVERYONE... LISTEN UP!" Randy started, grabbing everyone's attention. "Raise your hand if you see John, here staring at her!"

Randy pointed at Lita, who was pretty much confused, while he looked around. To John surprise everyone, but Lita, raised their hand. He shook his head, not believing his luck as Randy stared at him, nodding his head.

"See." Randy teased.

"Thank you… Now she knows." John hissed.

"Well… Then talk to her." Randy replied.

"Fine… I will. Only 'cos you fuckin' told her." John snapped.

John pushed off the wall, never breaking eye contact with the redhead as he walked over toward her.

"Yo." John 'greeted'.

"Hi." Lita mumbled, staring at him.

"Ya got a boyfriend?" John asked.

"No." Lita replied honestly.

"Ya want one?" John questioned.

"What is this twenty-one questions?" Lita teased.

"Jus' answer the question." John replied, winking slightly.

"Fine… Yes, I would. Are you going to direct me to him..?" Lita asked.

"You're lookin' at him." John stated.

"So I am… So do you mind telling me your name?" Lita questioned.

"Name's John.. John Cena. Your name is?" John replied.

"Lita… Lita Dumas." Lita responded.

"I love your name." John commented.

"Th-thank you?" Lita offered.

"You're very welcome." John stated with a smirk.

To Be Continued…