Chapter 5: Tune Up the Band
It looks like we got ourselves into yet another pickle. Now, I like pickles, but not these kind. It seems like that if I had just kept my mouth shut when talking to Shawn and Hunter, we wouldn't be in this situation.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring, Camden County's own… Earl and Randy, the Hickey Brothers!" announced Lillian Garcia.
"Hey Earl, maybe we can actually win. Maybe there will be a Christmas miracle!" said Randy.
"Randy, it's September," Earl said.
"Thanksgiving?"
"November"
"Halloween?"
"October"
"Fourth of July?"
"Use you head Randy!"
"So is it the Fourth of July?"
I didn't have time to tell Randy that the Fourth of July was in, well, July, because D-Generation X were making their way down to the ring.
"Look fellas, we're gonna go easy on you," said Shawn.
"Really?" asked Randy.
"Sure, we figure we'll give you a Pedigree, some Sweet Chin Music, then bash you skulls in with a sledge hammer," said Triple H nonchalantly.
"I thought you said you would take it easy on us!" exclaimed Earl.
"We are. We were going to make you wear cheerleading outfits like we made the Spirit Squad," said Shawn.
"Those guys were so gay," Triple H said.
"Not that there's anything wrong with that," said Shawn.
The referee rang the bell and it was time for the match to begin. I didn't know how me and Randy could win the match, or even survive, but karma was looking out for us once again. DX was doing a storyline with Randy Orton and Edge, known as Rated RKO. Rated RKO weren't on the card that night for some reason. We found out why. Rated RKO came to the ring, jumping DX. They got into a brawl, and started a match between the two teams.
While this was going on, me and Randy snuck off to the parking lot to go to the airport. We had Bret Hart's address, and now all we needed to do was to get on the next flight to Canada. But, DX weren't the only ones who didn't want us to meet up with Bret as we would soon find out.