A little New Year's madness...

Me being bored on New Year's, and working.
I present to y'all what happens when I get too bored with RPing; Instant Messaging...IS JERICHO!!!

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[SexyBeast] Hey

[WholeDamShow] What up dude?

[SexyBeast] Nothing. Bout to board another Delta Flight. Pray my tights don't go missing again?

[WholeDamShow] Wouldn't bet a nickel on it. :P

[SexyBeast] You bastard.

[WholeDamShow] Stats?

[SexyBeast] Be there in two hours if I pass customs with no strip search.

[WholeDamShow] OK. Correct me if I'm wrong. But aren't you a little earlier than usual hauling your ass to work?


[SexyBeast] I was hoping to see Boss before we hit ring ropes man. Gimme a little credit here.

[WholeDamShow] Who are you n what have you done with my friend. D8

[SexyBeast] Fuck off Rob.

[WholeDamShow] Can't touch this. Haha.

[SexyBeast] Fine. Won't tell you where I stashed your weed.

[WholeDamShow] .........

[SexyBeast] That's more like it.


Clicking off the phone, Chris smiled to himself a little as he stretched out on one of the vacant seats in the bustling airport lounge.
He couldn't help but wince though, when his back went a little futher off and retaliated with the smallest of snaps.
Evidently he had yet to fully heal from last Sunday's slobberknocker of a match, as JR would have called it.
Though he had come up the better man againts three others, he had to admit---The call was close. It could have been anyone. And each fighter had proven their worth within that structure of mesh and unforgiving steel both.

It was worth the bumps though, when all had ended, when the lights were dimmed and the ring dismantled, when all the fans had left the arena and those involved in the Cell had indulged in a post-match beer.
He had made his way home, sore and bruised to be welcomed with open arms, and that in itself seemed to take the pain away for the moment.

Chris let his hand fall to the side of the chair, where his carry-on baggage silently sat.
Still there, he thought to himself relievedly as he picked it up and finally made his way towards the security checkpoint.

He waited for that question to pop; the one that almost every colleague of his carrying gold would go through----

Wait.

The official gave him the oddest of looks, gesturing him to pass through and hurry the hell up with it.

"But..."

"Son, get a move-on. We haven't got all day now, have we?"

Weird.
A curt nod in reply, he took the bag as ordered and sat down on a bench nearby just so he could inspect what Jessica had helped him pack along.
He was sure he saw her put it in...but..

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"Sweetheart, no running in the hallways now!"
The gentle chiding came, though the boy it was directed to seemed to not have cared all the same.

Jessica had to chuckle a bit at her son's sudden enthusiasm for school whereas most days it was a chore just to drag young Ash out of bed for breakfast.

"Can we go now, can we?"
He piped up excitedly, backpack ready and raring to go.
"We have Show-and-Tell today. It's gonna be so cool!"

"Oh? And what have you brought along for it, I wonder?"
Ash heard his mother enquire with a raised eyebrow as she readied one of his twin sisters for the usual morning ride.

"I borrowed it from Daddy."
Came the proud answer, as he struggled a little to handle his school bag.
It seemed heavier than usual. Homework?
"It's a secret."

"Secret?"
Jessica repeated with a small laugh--both gurgling twins in hand as she took the car keys from atop the living room table and gestured for her eldest son to come along.
"Well now, you'll tell me all about it when you come home, won't you?"

"Yes Mommy."
The boy replied dutifully, a little smile playing on his lips as the small family headed for the car.
"You know I will."

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[WholeDamShow] LOL WHUT?

[SexyBeast] It's not with me. It's not fucking with me. I can't believe this crap!

[WholeDamShow] First ever winner of the WWFR forgets his championship belt come the RAW after.

[WholeDamShow] This is MADE OF EPIC.

[SexyBeast] You're not helping.

[WholeDamShow] Srry. Too busy ROFLing all over the musty carpet of our new hotel room. Didja try backtracking?

[SexyBeast] I swear, I know I saw her pack it in.

[Sexy Beast] And no one's gotten their hands on the bag while I was in the airport

[WholeDamShow] Where u nao?

[SexyBeast] Heading home. Gotta be there somewhere, I swear. Cabbie playing La Bamba at full volume

[SexyBeast] Resisting urge to strangle

[WholeDamShow] Good idea. Don't need to add assault and battery to your press of charges this early in the morning.

[SexyBeast] If Shane finds out about this, I'm scr


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[MoneyOnTheMac] Find out what boys?

[SexyBeast] Nothing

[WholeDamShow] Nothing

[MoneyOnTheMac] I see what you did there >3

[MoneyOnTheMac] Chris you do know I can backtrack messages rite?

[SexyBeast] .........

[WholeDamShow] ....... Delicious cake

[SexyBeast]......you put this up to him, didn't you Rob?

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"What are you doing back here, Chris?"
She enquired, puzzled at the sudden appearance of her husband back home.
"I though the flight takes off in half an hour?"

He looked flustered to say the least, as Jessica went to place the twins in their living room playpen before returning to his side.

"I...just..."
Chris stammered, not sure how to approach the subject without inciting so much as an uproar from his better half.
Whatever it was looking for, it wasn't here.
He'd searched every room, nook and cranny.
Where else could the thing be?
"Y'know...forgot something, sweetheart. No big deal."

Jessica quirked a grin at that, ruffling his made-up hair.
"Never change, do you?"
She let out a little sigh at one of her husband's many idiosyncracies, before making a move for the kitchen.
"Well, whatever it is, you better find it quick. I'll drive you to the airport."

"Where's Ash?"

"School of course. You know, I'm really worried about the amount of homework they're giving the kids there. It's crazy."

"What makes you say that?"

"Oh, you should have seen him straining that backpack today. They're really piling it on, you know? I mean, it looks like it weighed at least ten pounds...."

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[WholeDamShow] MOAR PLZ?

[SexyBeast] You're totally enjoying this, aren't you?

[WholeDamShow] What makes you say that? brb

[SexyBeast] Where the hell you think you're going?


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[SexyBeast] ROB!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ShockJock] So um.... I herd some things =3

[SexyBeast] Look Ima gonna get it back, awright? It's just w/my kid.

[LegendKillah] What, you mean the Mudkipz?

[BrahmaBull] The belt, n00b.

[LegendKillah] oh =(

[MoneyOnTheMac] You better hope you get it back, Irvine.

[MoneyOnTheMac] Do you have any idea how much that's gonna cost from your paycheck and in quarter dollar rolls?

[SexyBeast] I shudder to fucking think.

[ShockJock] So lets go back to the start

[BrahmaBull] How the blue hell could you not have noticed ten pounds of gold missing from ur bag?

[LegendKillah] Had a Helen Keller moment or sumthin?

[SexyBeast] Like I said, it was with me before I left.

[SexyBeast] The missus helped me pack...you know what that's like, right?

[WholeDamShow] And somewhere along the line little bitty Ash decides to snag daddy's belt for a little Show-And-Tell at school, aha?

[SexyBeast] There you are, you little faggot. Ima f'kin murder you when I get there, ya?


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[HulkamaniaWild] I smell Epic, brothas. Can you?

[BrahmaBull] Indeed the Rock does smell the Epic.

[BrahmaBull] And he wants to see the lulz firsthand

[BrahmaBull] Jabroni, get the videocam working on your Sony Ericsson!

[SexyBeast] Wait3 guys. WTF do you mean, Rob?

[SexyBeast] He's just gonna show off to a few rats on the jungle gym, right?

[MoneyOnTheMac] Chris, think it over

[Le_Animale] Yeah. You figure any day some kid's gonna lug ten extra pounds of crap in his little bagpack is gonna be a big day for him

[SexyBeast] ................Fuck.

[ShockJock] O RLY?

[Le_Animale] YA RLY

[LegendKillah] And with that I conclude that this convo has reached a new height of awesome.

[HulkamaniaWild] A winner is you

[SexyBeast] Remind me again why I hang around you guys

[WholeDamShow] Because you love us that much?

[Le_Animale] I beg to differ

[SexyBeast] That bit right there is the only part of this convo making sense, you know?

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The children were restless, to say the least.
Feet tapping.
Pencil-chewing.
The occasional paper plane flitting through the air bearing some secret messages between neighboring desks

Little Ash Irvine sat in his lonesome in one of the back seats, doodling nondescriptly over the pages of his grammar text.
The minutes felt like hours, for some reason, and he couldn't wait for the second session to pass by.
He wondered vaguely if his father was in the plane now, thirty thousand feet in the air off to whatever destination that called him.
Not that the boy enjoyed having his dad only return two or three days a week to see him, but it had become too much a norm for either side to complain.

Mom was the one who picked him up from school, made sure he finished his homework, reprimanded him on report card grades...

"Alright students, settle down now."
The young teacher ordered, tapping a ruler impatiently upon the side of a blackboard.
"Does anyone know what time it is?"

The din was deafening to those who could hear it, unified shrieks of youngsters proclaiming
"SHOW AND TELL!!!!!!"

The tutor, somewhere in her late twenties and still having to get used to such rambunctiousness flinched a bit at the auditory assault before nodding vigorously.

"Now, who would like to go first?"

A couple of hands were raised but Ash made his move quickly, dragging the backpack he had brought along to the front of the class.
He could hear a few snickers of certain classmates behind him, face reddening for a moment before he had half a mind to simply drop the matter.

"Ah, Mr.Irvine."
Acknowledged the teacher as she looked up his name from a list on a board she held.
"Very well. And what might you have to show to the class today?"

"One of his stupid toys probably."
A surly voiced piped up from the back of the class.

"It's not stupid, and it's not a toy."
The child retorted heatedly, striving to pull out whatever it was in the bag.
All ten pounds of it.
How his father managed to tote the thing back and forth on shows, he had no idea, but the moment he presented it to the class, it had the effect on his friends that he hoped it would have.

They were dumbfounded.
Awestruck.
One up front almost fell over in her eagerness to behold the object.

"This belongs to my dad."
Ash began his presentation cheerfully, clunking the heavy thing onto a table so he could rest his little arms.

"Liar"
The same voice piped up from the back as Ash racked his mind thinking of a retort.

Just as he did so, the door to the room flung open as a man flew to his side, breathing heavily.
The boy was more than a little surprised to see his father there and Chris, as though having just realized where the hell he was slowly turned to face forty pairs of unblinking eyes each with the look of Christmas having come early this year.

"This is my dad."
Ash continued, handing the belt to his father who stood awkwardly in the center of the front row.
"He's the World Champion."

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[WholeDamShow] JESUS CHRIST IT'S A LIONHEART GET IN THE CAR!!!

[BrahmaBull] Lid it, Pothead.

[SexyBeast] Riddle me this, gentlemen. How many classes of screaming children will it take to attain enough decibles to kill a rat?

[ShockJock] One. Yours.

[LegendKillah] LOL. PWNED

[BrahmaBull] Did you get the video, Jabroni?

[SexyBeast] I appreciate the concern

[WholeDamShow] I think that's a yes

[BrahmaBull] The Rock thanks you for that

[MoneyOnTheMac] And how long did it take you to clear the elementary tide?

[SexyBeast] Two Hours, seventeen minutes and sixteen seconds

[SexyBeast] Missed the 7:40am flight. Boarding the 10:30 one now

[Le_Animale] So much for getting an early move on things. =)

[SexyBeast] Don't start with me, man.

[MoneyOnTheMac] Get your @$$ here in the next three hours and I'll forget this ever happened.

[ShockJock] NOOOOOOO

[LegendKillah] WRYYYYYYYYYY????

[HulkamaniaWild] Oh Brother

[MoneyOnTheMac] I'm doing bussiness here, cut me some slack, you hacks

[SexyBeast] Appreciate the thought

[SexyBeast] Call you when I get there

[MoneyOnTheMac] Right


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[WholeDamShow] I made copies

[BrahmaBull] videos

[Hulkamania] Oh look. On the front page of Yahoo

[LegendKillah] Im in yur lockers, posting up picturez....

[SexyBeast] You all suck Dick  =_=