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Shannon's Outrage	By : JeffAndShannon Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eric and his friends approached the activity center casually so as not to arouse any suspicions. There, as reported by Ally, was the lawyer-looking man and the kid. They were just finishing their talk with another student when Eric laughed loudly as he passed to draw attention.

“That was funny, Joe,” he called to his smirking friend behind him. “Remind me never to cross you when I’m drunk.”

“Excuse me,” the corporate man said before Eric could get by. “Do you know this girl?” He handed the sketch to Eric who scrutinized it carefully before handing it back to Gary and Joe.

“No, can’t say I’ve seen her,” Eric shrugged. “And I would know.”

“She’s probably a freshman or sophomore,” the kid offered. “She’s 19. But it is a big school.”

Eric eyed him carefully but nodded amiably so he thought the three college guys were helping. “Yeah, well, I would know her or they would. We’re in two of the biggest frat houses on campus and no one gets by us unnoticed.”

“Hey, you guys should check out the library,” Joe suggested suddenly.

“The library?” the man asked. “Would they know her?”

“Well, they have copies of all of our pictures in the yearbooks,” Joe explained. “All of us have to submit one every year, senior or not.”

“Hey, yeah,” Gary and Eric agreed.

“Thanks, guys!” the kid said. “Point us in the right direction and we’ll be on our way.”

Eric gave them directions and they all wed ted them go smirking. Eric knew that she was a transfer in the middle of first semester, so there would be no record of her in the yearbooks. Yeah, Christy’s roommate owed them big time for this one.

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The official and Prime Time walked into the library and right up to the main desk. When they explained that they just needed to take a look at the two most recent copies of the yearbook, the librarian was delighted to help them and showed them where they could find what they were looking for.

An hour later Prime Time frowned deeply. They’d boookeooked the books over thoroughly and there was no indication that Jas was in them. This would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. No, canvassing the colleges would have to remain a last resort, Prime Time decided. He knew Shannon was anxious to get the negotiations underway and they needed a better plan.

"Prime Time, let's go. This is getting us nowhere," the man said. And so, he and this apparent big show host left the library and went outside, driving far away from what apparently was another failed search of a school to where the World Wrestling Entertainment Corporate Plane was. There was a pilot waiting.

"Agent Smith, are you ready to return to the Titan Towers?" the pilot asked.

"I have plans to head down to Cameron," Prime Time noted. “I'll meet with Hardy and Moore. I've got to head down."

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Jas sat fuming at her desk. There was no message from Shannon yet, but that wasn’t what bugged her. It was writer’s block. Sweet holy heaven, how could this happen now!? She needed to keep updating those stories to make Shannon madder, too. Esq watched her from the other bed in commiseration. It wasn’t easy to get Rio back up and fighting. She’d left the story just before the big fight scene and all of the momentum was apparently gone.

“Hey, why don’t we trade stories?” Jas asked, turning to Esq. “I think I’d have better luck with the fight than I am with the next part of Mending hearts.”

“Uh, you don’t want me to write Adam and Shannon’s next sex scene, do you?” Esq raised a comical brow. “Because if you do, I’ll warn you right now that Adam’s suddenly going to develop an accent and Shannon will become remote, dark and mysterious.”

“Hmm. Sounds interesting.”

They both laughed as Jas pulled up her email account and n ton to type.

To: Cat Lea Takersdarkone, Kandiland, xtremediva, Hearts Desire

From: JeffAndShannon

Subject: Mobilizing the troops
r alr all of you very loyal friends,

I need HELP! Kandi, Cat, I know you both said you have my back and I’m hoping you meant it. ve tve two tickets to next Monday’s Raw and I can’t go, since Jeff and Shannon are circulating a sketch of me and they would catch me. I’m asking if you two will go in my and Ally’s places. (They’re front row seats!) This way, you might be able to figure out what the hell is going on.

HD, I know you live near those freaky deakies. Do you think you andemedemediva can possibly find out if that kid is in contact with them or visiting them, or whatever? Any information you can give me would be so appreciated.

Please respond as soon as you get the chance.

Gratefully yours,

JaS

Well, the girls would now be on the case to help her. And it was gradually becoming clear to her just hor Shr Shannon and Jeff are willing to go with this. And that means it would affect her slash-writing friends, too. Didn’t Prime Time see that if the Omegas were successful, all wrestling fanfiction would be in danger, too? Probably not. After all, he was now hanging out with some of his favorite wrestlers. That would be compensation enough for most fans. Jas sighed and shook her head.

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Two days later in the comfort of Jeff's unique home, he, Shannon, Matt, Shane and a certain redheaded Amy Dumas were all waiting patiently for the arrival of Prime Time when there was finally a knock at the door.

"This has to be him," Matt assumed as he went to the front door. He answered it, and confirmed the news that the young black host of WWE Insane Dareus was indeed present. Shannon immediately sat up and walked over to him.

"What the hell is that thing outside?" Prime Time asked, pointing to some 20-foot-tall excuse of a statue. "Anyway, let'st gst get going with this."

And, so, Prime Time walked inside the house, everyone remembering him from the time he had actually had them on his WWE Insane Dareus show, which, like his fanfiction, can be found on FanFiction.Net. (A/N: Stop whining! Of course I plug contributors’ work. They’re doing me a favor by appearing!)

"Now that I'm here, Amy, come on," Prime called. “We have matters to discuss.”

And, so, Amy stood up, walking to where Prime Time, Matt and Shannon were, and the kid began explaining everything. Shane and Jeff, meanwhile, twiddled their thumbs in cor corner. (A/N: HA!)

"Okay, Shannon here is offended because a certain FanFiction.Net writer is writing slash stories about everyone here, with the exception of you and myself,” Prime began. “He and Jeff have been getting pissed off and pissed off and pissed off, and she's probably only being targeted because he sighted her on the plane. And, so, here I am, trying to help out, yet calm the nerves of the party." Amy nodded at every step.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Amy asked.

"You'll find out about that later. In the meantime, it's time for me to take over, and put up my name instead of yours for the next message, Shannon."

And, so, Prime Time took his liberty to go on the computer, and he managed to find a way to put up his own pen name on the board in order to mail a message over to the apparent angering slash queen. He stopped right in the middle of it, however.

"Wait, has she given you any crappy mail as I was on my way?" he asked Shannon and the others.

Shannon told Prime Time to go back into his identity name, and so, he did. He saw the message that was last sent to Jas, and was quite upset when he saw the "Kids 'R Us clearance sale" joke. However, he was anticipating that Jas, as always throughout this tale, was going to attempt to avoid the negotiations. So, he went back onto his own mail folders, and immediately typed a response of his own to the comments that Jas had mailed to Shannon.

To: JeffAndShannon

From: Prime Time

Subject: What a load of crap

Dear Jas,

I can't believe you. I mean, first you go around hating on everything that Shannon tries to plant into case, then this? You actually accuse me of coming from a Kids 'R Us clearance sale? What a load of crap.

In case you didn't get it, I'm the kid. Let me introduce myself. I am Prime Time, writer of the completed H5 Team Extreme Saga, the currently discontinued Pitches of Dark Matter, and the host of the insanity show on hiatus, WWE Insane Dareus, along with a certain Dreamer's wife, Theresa "Beulah McGillicutty" Hayes.

If you have realized absolutely nothing here, Shannon was about to send Jeff Hardy over to you. But now, thanks to my intervention, we're giving you the opportunity to negotiate with us on exactly what we should do about this little argument before it turns into America vs. bin Laden. If you can't accept my peace, then why don't I just ask Mr. McMahon to put up a match against you for WrestleMania so I can beat the living hell out of you? I'm thinking to probably open up my show again so I can diss you straight down to hell.

Okay, okay, let me get serious here. I think these negotiations are probably the best and most cohesive thing that we've all got going for us, but you're not willing to accept that. Rather, you want to continue with your sleaze tri tricks. I'm going to ask you just this once; will you put your ego aside and actually hear us out? Or will I just leave everything to the angers of a certain few North Carolinians?

I'm giving you a few days, Jas. The choice is yours. Mail me back, and not Shannon, please.

-Insane Dareus host and your secret admirer (your turn to be a dreamer this time, so forget it)

Prime

P.S. You actually look better than your terrified state, a state that is quite unnecessary.

Prime smiled to himself at that P.S. He was hoping Jas would freak out and think they actually knew where she was. He sat back and waited for a while hoping to get a response from Jas. While they were discussing the finer attributes of Benoit’s technical skills, the email sounded that he had a reply. Shannnd hnd he went over to the computer eagerly.

To: Prime Time

From: Esquirella

Subject: Re: Fwd: What a load of crap

Dear Prime,

Oh YOU think it’s a load of crap? Little boy, you haven’t seen shit yet. You want a Wrestlemania match? Are you serious? Shannon’s letting you negotiate after that crack? And you want to beat the “living hell” out of Jas? Not happening. If Shannon can’t fight his own battles, we’re not letting him send a kid in to do it for him. And as for you, if there were a match, I’m sure you and I would make an interesting sight. I don’t write Rio’s character that tough for nothing (though in light of what’s happening I have to say I’m very sorry I made Shannon her mate. It’s clear he wouldn’t have been man enough in real life
We
We’re not falling for the parting shot either. You never saw Jas because she’s been protected the whole time. You’d be shocked at how far her connections run.

Here’s the deal. Since Shannon’s turned communications oto yto you, Jas has done the same with me. You can reach me here. All correspondence from you or Shannon sent to Jas regarding this matter from here on out will be automatically forwarded to me. (let let me put to rest your question right now: Yes, I am a bitch. The biggest bitch you can possibly deal with.)

The negotiations will be accepted, but Jas will be represented by two close friends who are equal in nastiness as I am, let me assure you. We’ll tell you where and when they’ll agree to meet you.

By the way, tell Shannon that ripped tee has got to go. And Matt’s ass looks huge in those pants. Yes, Prime, I do have connections, too.

Talk to you,

Esq

Shannon gasped and Prime looked over at him. He was studying his ripped tee and Matt’s bright red pants. Esquirella knew what they were wearing. That could only mean she knew people in Cameron. The stakes just got raised.
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