Painted Nails and Rainbow Pants
A/N: I can’t help it!! I had
too!
Disclaimer: I do not own the
WWE!
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Be
careful man, you’re facing Rico...
Rico. I laugh at that thought. I mean
come on I was one half of the World’s Greatest Tag Team. You know what that
means? I am one of the best there is out there, hell I might be the best. I am
sure we can ignore the fact that this was self proclaimed but come on! You’ve
seen my matches so enough said right there. The all American athlete, damn
it!
Still I can’t help but think why I should beware Rico! I mean I
remember him when he was on Smackdown. The fluffy hair, the tight shirts, and
the weird animal print pants. Sure I remember him when he was Billy and Chuck’s
stylist. But I can honestly say that I have not seen him on Raw. I mean I don’t
really have time to watch it, so I am not sure what to expect. Probably the same
fluffy hair and animal print pants.
Well guess what?
I was
wrong... I mean it started with an innocent match, then well the surprise tag
team match with me teaming with Rico!
WTF!? Oh and then of course we win
the titles! I mean I seriously question my luck. I swear that I am being screwed
over. Someone up there really hates me, I mean they must fucking hate me cause I
really don’t see the fairness in this. I mean I seriously don’t understand how
we won the titles on the first time we were ever a team.
Me and Shelton
were friends for a very long time. We were familiar with our styles so we were
able to exist as a unit and a good tag team. Me and Rico had a match, one match!
One damn match and believe me that I learned his style real fast. Though now I
see the irony in this. Me and Shelton were both part of the World’s Greatest Tag
Team, once again ignoring the fact that this was a self proclaimed notion. See
Shelton ends up on Raw kicking major Evolution ass and then I am stuck with the
fag in tight pink pants with the ass cheeks cut out with a mini catwalk.
Figures...
Rico? Granted the man is a very talented wrestler but well he
is very flamboyant. Hey I mean he is one in a million, I am sure he is one of
those people that you only come across once in a life time. Although this
could’ve waited till my death bed but you know.
I know what you’re
thinking... I am not homophobic! I am very comfortable with my masculine self. I
am straight. That’s right. Charlie Haas is straight. Straighter then any normal
person can comprehend. Hell, I am sexy and straight. Rico I am sure is a very
nice man once you look pass the glitter and face paint, make up whatever you
call it, the colorful and well revealing pants that are sure to show the curves
of his rather round ass.
Not that I am looking!! But these are just some
of things that you notice when you team with someone.
I mean you have no
idea how important it is to get to know your partner like that. I mean you
should know what he eats when he is eating what he will probably eat I mean I
should be able to anticipate some of his moves. And believe me I Charlie Haas am
a very observant person.
I notice the focus of my tag partner’s eye when
he applies his make up, The look of frustration he has when he is trying to get
his fluffy dark curls fluffed to perfection before his match. The wrinkles of
thought when he is trying to decide which ring attire that will accent his
beautifully tan skin under the halogen lights.
But sure, I mean what kind
of tag partner would I be if did not notice these things. You need to know
person inside and out. I mean I know that he likes to paint his nails before he
goes to bed while he watches the late night shows. I know that he likes to alter
his ring pants and pick out the fabric himself.
Yup, I am being a good
tag team partner. I mean sure he may be a little weird but still we talk. Hell I
will even admit it. Those rainbow colored pants we nice. Shoot, I think that I
looked good. Hell I know I looked good.
Rico’s cool, when he keeps those
busy hands to himself. Definitely when he keeps those strong and manly yet
femininely well manicured nails away from my man parts. Because I do not enjoy
it not in the least bit. Nope it’s wrong, you know the rules keep your hands to
yourself, as well as your lips.
Those little sultry pink demons! Ever so
conveniently pursed into the sexist position, especially when eating
strawberries before a match.
Yup that’s my partner, that’s my
Rico...
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I
had too! I can’t help myself! I am so awful, this has been on my mind for the
longest time!
Review- or the pixis will cry then bite you!
Hasta
la bye-bye-bye
Meggie-muffin
Luv peace and chicken
grease