WWER Charity II: Rocky Mountain Deaf School

[The Human Cancer]

WWER Charity II: Rocky Mountain Deaf School

To continue his charity events this week, Vince McMahon has sent Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, Steve Austin, and Ted DiBiase to Colorado's Rocky Mountain Deaf School. Surely, if Mr. McMahon had knowledge about the orphanage incident, Scott would be pulled from the charity events, as well as receiving a suspension without pay for a long, long time. But, it wasn't reported, and Scott was free to do more damage. The foursome arrived at the school, standing in the foyer. They hadn't come dry this time; Steve had brought a cooler on wheels, and Scott was constantly sipping from his JD bottle. They waited in the foyer of the school for their "guide", Ms. Stevens...

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.::] Stone Cold | Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake [::.
Where is she Ted, huh!?

.::]$| The Million Dollar Man | Ted DiBiase | Trillionaire Ted |$[::.
Steve, do you find it completely necessary to YELL all the time? Are you a caveman? A barbarian? Were you raised in a barn? Then keep your voice down.

Austin shook his head at Ted, while Scott took another swig from his bottle, his toothpick almost falling from his lips into the bottle. For a few moments they waited silently; Ms. Stevens finally arrived, carrying a clipboard in her right hand. She smiled sweetly at the four.

.::] Ms. Stevens [::.
Hello gentlemen. You must be the men that we got the call about...

She raised the clipboard up to her face, and traced down a few lines with her finger.

.::] Ms. Stevens [::.
Steve, Ted, Scott, and Kevin, right?

A clearly drunk Scott stumbled forward, a devilish smirk parting on his lips.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
Hey yo, chica! I'm Scott Hall... Da Bad Guy! How about when we're done here with the retards, I introduce you to The Trouser Snake?

Ms. Stevens lowered her clipboard, and lowered her head at Scott.

.::] Ms. Stevens [::.
Mr. Hall, they're not "retarded" as you so put it, they're deaf...

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
Is that when they can't like... Read?

.::] Big Daddy Cool | Kevin Nash | Big Sexy [::.
No, that's dyslexia...

.::] Stone Cold | Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake [::.
You dumb sum' bitch!

With nothing more than a nod, Ms. Stevens began trotting down the hall to the right, with the four close behind. They passed about four doors, and they stopped at the fifth. Ted went to reach for the knob, but Ms. Stevens stepped in the way.

.::] Ms. Stevens [::.
Remember, they're deaf...

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
I didn't bring any books with me chica, dun worry!

She merely scoffed Scott off, and continued.

.::] Ms. Stevens [::.
They're people just like you and me, so try and treat them with some respect, got it?

The group gave a collective "Got it", and Ms. Stevens opened the door. The kids were sitting in neat rows, leaving just enough floor space for the small group to stand in front of them. The teacher of the class signed for them to stand, and meet the wrestlers. Each man had their own group, and was getting acquainted with them via lip reading and sign language definition cards. Scott crouched down, and came eye to eye with a boy who looked to be about 10. He had a broad smile on his face, probably recognizing Scott from TV.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
Hey yo.

Scott slurred. The boy stood there, smiling back.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
I said, Hey Yo!

Still nothing, but in Hall's drunken state, his lips were impossible to read.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
HEY YO!

Still nothing; the boy just stood, smiling.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
Are you stupid or something, chico? Hablo Englais? HEY YO!

Hearing Hall yell, Ms. Stevens rushed towards him, Hall stumbling to a full stand.

.::] Ms. Stevens [::.
I TOLD YOU, THEY'RE DEAF!

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
And I told you punta... I AIN'T GOT NO BOOKS!

.::] Ms. Stevens [::.
Ok, we're done here...

Ms. Stevens got the group together, as the class returned to normal. They closed the door behind them, and continued down the hall. Ms. Stevens was clearly aggravated, leading the group by four or five yards. Finally, she stopped at a large pair of double doors. The group finally caught up with her, and she opened the doors. The gym teacher got in front of the class, and motioned them to group around. He assigned each man a group of kids, and set them off on their own. Ted's group decided to play basketball.

.::]$| The Million Dollar Man | Ted DiBiase | Trillionaire Ted |$[::.
Hey kid, I have $1,000 here for ya if you can make a free throw.

The kid grinned happily, and backed up to the free throw line. As he was getting ready for his shot, Ted inched his way next to him; the kid got his arm ready for the shot. He crouched, came up, and let the ball go. It didn't get a foot into the air, before it was swatted down by Ted.

.::]$| The Million Dollar Man | Ted DiBiase | Trillionaire Ted |$[::.
Too bad! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ted's voice echoed across the gym. All the groups had something to do, except for Scott's; he couldn't figure out a damn thing.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
I got it!

Scott pointed at the kids, and motioned them into small, neat rows.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
Ok... Simon says, raise your right hand!

None of the kids did a thing; again, Scott's drunken speech caused his lips to be unreadable.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
You all lose! Are you all stupid too? Jesus Christ! Jus' for that, you all get this!

Scott picked the kid in front of him up, and placed him on his shoulders. The kid began to scream, but was quickly dropped with a Razor's Edge. Scott stood over the downed child, and flicked his toothpick on him.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
Any more of you idiotas want a piece of Da Bad Guy!?

By now, all the kids took off screaming, and Ms. Stevens was on her way over. She wasn't alone, though; she had two security guards right behind her. Each one grabbed one of Scott's arms, and wrenched it up behind his back.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
Oooo, you're a kinky chica... The Trouser Snake likes that!

The guards lifted Scott off his feet, and hauled him out of the gym. When they saw Scott, the rest of his group wasn't far behind. They dragged him down the hall, to the front doors where they gave him a mighty heave onto the front lawn.

.::] Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin [::.
It's not my fault they're retarded, mang! Don't get mad at me!

Kevin and Steve rushed to Scott, and helped him to his feet as the guards closed the front doors of the school.

.::] Big Daddy Cool | Kevin Nash | Big Sexy [::.
C'mon man, let's go.

.::] Stone Cold | Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake [::.
Jackass! You think ol' Stone Cold woulda done that? OH HELL YEAH!

Steve opened the cooler, and handed a beer to Scott.

.::] Stone Cold | Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake [::.
There's one for the road... We gotta get back to the hotel. We got some Steveweisers with our names on them.

The foursome walked out of the front gate to their car. They all piled in, and left for the hotel.

END RP #1