Chapter 9: Nicole's Birthday

Three days later……

With all the stress going around with Vickie Guerrero, the Angels finally got a chance to unwind with each other on this special day, Nicole's 28th birthday.

Along with John, Dave, Bobby, Tina, Brittany, Kayla, Maria, the Boyz in Motion, Jeff, and Tina's boyfriend of five years, Robbie, they were at the Mayan Nightclub in Los Angeles to celebrate and Robbie was lighting the candles on the chocolate cake which had white icing and sprinkles with "Happy Birthday, Nicole." Then the gang was signing "Happy Birthday."

"Happy birthday, Nicole," everyone said as they tipped their glasses.

"To the best pop singer, soon-to-be actress, three-time Women's Champion, two-time Maxim cover girl, Playboy cover girl, two-time babe of the year, Maxim's hottest woman of 2007, and beauty of St. Louis, Missouri, happy birthday, girlfriend," Delancey said.

"Yeah, yeah, we all know that so don't your waste your time," Rochelle said as Delancey rolled her eyes. "Nicole, I hope your WWE career is much brighter than the bitches I had to deal with since June 2005 and so juicy that it's gonna put an end to your two-year drought."

"Two–year drought?" Brittany said as everyone groaned sarcastically.

"You are something else, Rochelle," Kayla said.

"Hey, let's put our glasses up one more time,"Tina said. "Let's get serious. Nicole, here's to piece and mind. With everything you've accomplished thanks to your Superman, you deserved it."

"Thanks Tina," Nicole said.

Then the gang tipped their glasses and took a sip.

"Okay, I can do this," Nicole said as everyone sat their glasses down. I can do this."

"Make your wish first," John said. "Make your wish."

Then Nicole thought about her wish and instead of blowing out her candles, she blew a pathetic raspberry and then everyone laughed.

"Come on, Nicole," Dave aid. "Get serious."

Then Nicole tried again and the candles still weren't blown out.

"Oh, this is pitiful," Brent said. "Come on, let's help this young lady."

"You need some help," Ryan said. "Come on, let's help her out."

Then everyone blew out the candles and cheered. Then Robbie cut the cake and gave everyone a piece.

"Robbie, this is some good cake," Jeff said.

"This is some good cake," Bobby said.

"Yeah thanks," Robbie said.

"You know, you should make a cake for us to slam in Vickie's cake," Delancey said as everyone laughed.

"Do you think Vickie will come around and quit her job as General Manager of Smackdown?"

"She better," Rochelle said. "Let's hope it's a wake up call for her," Rochelle said.

"Hey, how come Ulysses couldn't join us?" Jason said.

"Hey, he's still new so give him time to adjust." Delancey said. "Beside la familia couldn't stand up to him as we predicted.

Then "Jump Around by House of Pain started playing the club.

"Hey, I like this song. Come on everybody, let's dance."

Then everyone got out of their seats and went to the dance floor.

Pack it up, pack it in

Let me begin

I came to win

Battle me, that's a sin

I won't tear the sack up

Punk, you'd better back up

Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up

Get up, stand up (Come on)

Come on, throw your hands up

If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling

Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk

Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye

And then I'll take the punks home

Feel it, funk it

Amps it are junking

And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking

Donuts shop

Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the hill

Plus my mom and my pops

I came to get down

I came to get down

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around

Jump around

Jump around

Jump up, jump up, and get down

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe

If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the……

Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs

I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms

And just like the Prodigal Son, I've returned

Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned

'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none

So if you come to battle bring a shotgun (Shotgun)

But if you do, you're a fool 'cause I duel to the death

Try and step to me you'll take your last breath

I gots the skill, come get your fill

'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill

I came to get down

I came to get down

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around

Jump around

Jump around

Jump up, jump up, and get down

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop

Or better yet a terminator

Like Arnold Schwarzenegger

Tryin' to play me out like as if my name was Sega

But I ain't going out like no punk…….

Get used to one style and you know I might switch

It up, up and around, then buck, buck you down

Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead

I'm coming to get ya

I'm coming to get ya

Spitting out lyrics, homie, I'll wet ya

I came to get down

I came to get down

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around

Jump around

Jump around

Jump up Jump up and get down.

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Yo, this is dedicated to Joe, da flava, Dakota

Grab yo bozac, punk

Then everyone had a great rest of their time on Nicole's birthday, especially when Judgment Day was around the corner.