AUTHOR: Chibi [with help from various FEBlets]
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RATING: I have no clue. But there's bad language, inuendo, possibly some nudity. All the good stuff.
DISCLAIMER: We don't own the characters in the story. This is not an accurate portrayal of them in anyway. It's just a strange, twisted story from our strange, twisted minds. Enjoy.
 

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Gangrel and Droz stood neck-deep in water. "This can't be good," Gangrel remarked. "Must be a leak, somewhere."

"What could have caused it?"

"Do I look like a plumber to you?!" Grel snapped.

Droz frowned, "Who's going to tell Christian?"
 

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"The Rock says he was just...borrowing...that money, honest! He was going to bring it back! Eventually..."

"MY ASS YOU WERE!!" Austin screamed as he slammed a potted plant down on to The Rock's head. Rock, merely annoyed, rubbed the sore spot and kicked Austin in the shins. "I'm going to have to take you to see the president, Rock! He won't look upon this favourably. Although I'll probably get a raise..."

"The Rock doesn't need to know your sexual preferences, jabroni."

"SHADDAP!"
 

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"Jump! I said jump! JUMP DAMN YOU JUMP!" Christian squealed, then shrieked when Mario fell off a ledge and plummeted to his death. "DAMMIT!!" He threw the Gameboy out the window--and directly on to The Undertaker's skull, knocking him out.

Someone knocked on his door. "What the hell is it?!" Gangrel poked his head in (oh!), "Uhh, Chrissy, we have a bit of a--well--leak in the basement."

"Define 'a bit',"

"About six feet of water."

Christian's face turned bright red. "And no one noticed until just now?!"

Gangrel shifted uneasily, "Well, um, no..." He was shoved violently aside by Austin, who was dragging The Rock into the room by his shirt collar. "MR. PRESIDENT SIR! I caught this traitor stealing money from the vault!" he bellowed, saulting Christian. Christian rolled his eyes.

"The Rock wasn't stealing! He was just going to pile the money up and sleep on it! What? Why are you all looking at me like that?"
 

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On some tropical desert isle...

"No, Shane, I did not say 'dessert aisle', you moron! Why the hell would we take a vacation in the supermarket?! Honestly..." Vince grumbled as he, Linda, Stephanie and Shane trudged through some dence foliage towards their plane.

"But Po-oo-oo-op!" Shane whined, weighed down by a 500-pound knapsack, "I'm hungry! I could really go for some Cheese Doodles, and maybe a chocolate cake, with sprinkles and whipped cream! Oooh...and a vanilla milkshake! Mmm,"

Stephanie kicked him and muttered death threats under her breath. Linda turned up her walkman and started singing along to "Material Girl", while Vince yanked his last bottle of gin from his back pocket. And thus, another successful McMahon vacation came to a close.
 

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Christian sat under his desk, knees to chest, rocking back and forth as more and more people stormed his office with complaints, problems, suggestions and just to be annoying. "This is not happening...this is not happening...this is not happening...this is not--"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING IN MY OFFICE?! DON'T YOU HAVE JOBS?! GET THE HELL OUT!!"

"Vince!" Christian squeaked, jumping up and flinging himself at the toupee-d genius. "I'm so glad your back! Wasn't the same without you! Well, toodles, I have a therapy appointment in ten minutes!"

Vince blinked as Christian skipped off down the hall. "What the hell is wrong with that boy? Ah well, time to break into the liquor ca...bin...et....why is it empty? Oh this is just great. HEY! SECRETARY!"

Edge ran into the room, teetering on his four-inch heels. "Yes boss?"

"Who broke into my--Edge? Are those heels? Did you get your hair done in a boufant? Please tell me those aren't earrings..."

"I have a perfectly good explanation for this..."

"And that would be?"

"I'm Edge's evil twin sister, Edgina."

Vince grinned evilly and grabbed "Edgina's" rear end. "Edgina" screamed and smashed his fist into Vince's face. "You don't pay me enough for that! I'm going back to wrestling," he huffed, kicking off his shoes and flouncing down the hall.
 

THE END...or is it?