Disclaimer: Ok peeps it's the same as all disclaimers, I don't own any of
these lovely WWE peeps I'm just borrowing them to make this a little more
entertaining for everyone, I promise I will give them back to Mr. McMahon
once I have finished with them unless I decide to keep Chris Jericho and
some of the others hostage for a few days =)
Chapter 1
When people ask me how I got to be where I am today I have my story all planned out to tell them, it's full of gunfights, heroes, kidnappings, cowboys and outlaws. The funny part about it is, it's all true. Some people don't believe me, they say "Chris, your delusional! How can the son of a blacksmith ever get caught up in an adventure like that" and I tell them I've been asking myself the same question since it happened. If I tell you the story now, you can decide for yourselves at the end if it's true or not. Here is my story..
It all started in June, or was it May.. I don't recall dates very well so we'll just say it was June. It was a very hot June day like most June days around here. When I say here by the way, I mean here. My home, Blackfoot lagoon. It's a small town really, everyone knows everyone else (including their business) We have everything we need here, a barbers, the saloon, the sheriff's office, the jail, the undertakers, the local stores, the trading post and of course, my family business the blacksmiths. 'Jericho & son' that's us, with me being the '& son' part. So anyway where was I, hot June day blah blah blah oh yeah ok. Right, we'd had a lot of business lately because the horses kept throwing their shoes and we were rushed off our feet. The sheriff, Sheriff McMahon had come to see my father about some new spurs for his boots. He said that he didn't think that going to the trading post and getting some brought in was the right thing to do and that he would get my father to make him some, support the local craftsman and all that. I'm sure my father wouldn't have been offended if he had got some sent in, more relieved most likely. So there we were fitting these spurs to Sheriff McMahon's boots when Deputy Test came running in saying he had word from Black water Creek (our neighboring town even though it is 700 miles from us) that a group of outlaws had been spotted out on the trail heading this way. Sheriff McMahon payed my father before leaving quickly with his depute back to his office to contact Black water I presumed. I couldn't help but be excited, we hadn't had outlaws in this town for a good six years and where there were outlaws there was talk of gunfights, kidnappings and general law breaking. My father decided to close up early and told me that we'd finish with all the jobs the next morning and we headed over to the saloon. We wanted to see if anyone had heard anymore about the outlaws.
"And so I caught the crooks, rescued the girl and rode off into the sunset!" Rocky yelled as a cheer filled the saloon, I couldn't help but roll my eyes when I heard this. How many times was he going to tell this story, after all it did happen nearly six years ago and it wasn't like he had done it single handedly. I couldn't understand why sheriff McMahon let him carry on saying he did all the work to stop the outlaws. Rocky was the 'local hero' as everyone liked to call him. He was tall, strong and cocky. Everyone in my town loved him; especially the girls and he knew it. They would follow him around all day begging him to tell the story of how he had caught the crooks and saved the town. My father and I stepped into the saloon and made our way over to a spare table and sat down, I couldn't help but feel a strong wave of envy as I watched Rocky swan around acting out his story again while being offered drinks by everyone at the bar.
"You'll get your chance to be the local hero one day Chris" I heard a familiar voice say to me as my best friend Edge sat down at the table with us. My father excused himself and went up to the bar to talk the local saloon occupiers Bradshaw ad Faarooq.
"I know I'll get my chance but it's just not fair how he gets everything just because he lied to get everyone to think he beat the outlaws by himself" I complain removing my old tattered hat and putting it down on the table in front of me.
"Did you hear about the outlaws that were spotted on the trail" Edge whispers to me leaning in so our conversation cant be over heard "Imagine If it's the same ones for last time, Rocky cant have done that good a job if they're back" he laughs making me smile. I hoped it was the same ones, that would show Rocky that he wasn't such a big shot. "That could be your chance to be a hero"
"I don't think I'm really up to saving the town from a bunch of outlaws Edge, saving a kitten from down a well I might just about be able to handle" I say looking over my shoulder as the doors to the saloon swing open and a shadow fills the door.
"Has anybody seen Rocky anywhere?" Deputy Test bellows through the door as people move away from the bar to let him see that Rocky is fast asleep with his head against the top of the bar. Everyone moves aside as Depute Test strides into the room and walks over to the bar, he grabs Rocky by his collar and rags him outside. Everyone goes silent as they hear Deputy Test dunking his head in a horse trough outside trying to get him to wake up. Edge and I jump up and walk outside and over to Deputy Test and Rocky.
"Is there any word on the outlaws?" Edge asks nodding towards the posters that are being put up all around town about them. While Edge is trying to get some more news from Deputy Test I step forward to look closer at the posters.
"Edge you gotta come see this" I say grabbing his shirtsleeve and pulling him over to the side of the saloon where one of the posters has just been pinned up. His jaw drops just as mine had done when I had seen the poster "It's DX, the ones that Rocky claimed to have got rid of last time" I say, a huge smile spreading across my face.
"Exactly, that's why Sheriff McMahon wanted me to come and get Rocky, but he's in not fit state to do anything right now let alone get rid of them again" Deputy Test says pushing a soaking and groggy Rocky towards us. "Some local hero he turned out to be" Deputy Test snorts walking off back to the office, we both look at Rocky and then at each other before hooking our arms around him and taking him home.
Chapter 1
When people ask me how I got to be where I am today I have my story all planned out to tell them, it's full of gunfights, heroes, kidnappings, cowboys and outlaws. The funny part about it is, it's all true. Some people don't believe me, they say "Chris, your delusional! How can the son of a blacksmith ever get caught up in an adventure like that" and I tell them I've been asking myself the same question since it happened. If I tell you the story now, you can decide for yourselves at the end if it's true or not. Here is my story..
It all started in June, or was it May.. I don't recall dates very well so we'll just say it was June. It was a very hot June day like most June days around here. When I say here by the way, I mean here. My home, Blackfoot lagoon. It's a small town really, everyone knows everyone else (including their business) We have everything we need here, a barbers, the saloon, the sheriff's office, the jail, the undertakers, the local stores, the trading post and of course, my family business the blacksmiths. 'Jericho & son' that's us, with me being the '& son' part. So anyway where was I, hot June day blah blah blah oh yeah ok. Right, we'd had a lot of business lately because the horses kept throwing their shoes and we were rushed off our feet. The sheriff, Sheriff McMahon had come to see my father about some new spurs for his boots. He said that he didn't think that going to the trading post and getting some brought in was the right thing to do and that he would get my father to make him some, support the local craftsman and all that. I'm sure my father wouldn't have been offended if he had got some sent in, more relieved most likely. So there we were fitting these spurs to Sheriff McMahon's boots when Deputy Test came running in saying he had word from Black water Creek (our neighboring town even though it is 700 miles from us) that a group of outlaws had been spotted out on the trail heading this way. Sheriff McMahon payed my father before leaving quickly with his depute back to his office to contact Black water I presumed. I couldn't help but be excited, we hadn't had outlaws in this town for a good six years and where there were outlaws there was talk of gunfights, kidnappings and general law breaking. My father decided to close up early and told me that we'd finish with all the jobs the next morning and we headed over to the saloon. We wanted to see if anyone had heard anymore about the outlaws.
"And so I caught the crooks, rescued the girl and rode off into the sunset!" Rocky yelled as a cheer filled the saloon, I couldn't help but roll my eyes when I heard this. How many times was he going to tell this story, after all it did happen nearly six years ago and it wasn't like he had done it single handedly. I couldn't understand why sheriff McMahon let him carry on saying he did all the work to stop the outlaws. Rocky was the 'local hero' as everyone liked to call him. He was tall, strong and cocky. Everyone in my town loved him; especially the girls and he knew it. They would follow him around all day begging him to tell the story of how he had caught the crooks and saved the town. My father and I stepped into the saloon and made our way over to a spare table and sat down, I couldn't help but feel a strong wave of envy as I watched Rocky swan around acting out his story again while being offered drinks by everyone at the bar.
"You'll get your chance to be the local hero one day Chris" I heard a familiar voice say to me as my best friend Edge sat down at the table with us. My father excused himself and went up to the bar to talk the local saloon occupiers Bradshaw ad Faarooq.
"I know I'll get my chance but it's just not fair how he gets everything just because he lied to get everyone to think he beat the outlaws by himself" I complain removing my old tattered hat and putting it down on the table in front of me.
"Did you hear about the outlaws that were spotted on the trail" Edge whispers to me leaning in so our conversation cant be over heard "Imagine If it's the same ones for last time, Rocky cant have done that good a job if they're back" he laughs making me smile. I hoped it was the same ones, that would show Rocky that he wasn't such a big shot. "That could be your chance to be a hero"
"I don't think I'm really up to saving the town from a bunch of outlaws Edge, saving a kitten from down a well I might just about be able to handle" I say looking over my shoulder as the doors to the saloon swing open and a shadow fills the door.
"Has anybody seen Rocky anywhere?" Deputy Test bellows through the door as people move away from the bar to let him see that Rocky is fast asleep with his head against the top of the bar. Everyone moves aside as Depute Test strides into the room and walks over to the bar, he grabs Rocky by his collar and rags him outside. Everyone goes silent as they hear Deputy Test dunking his head in a horse trough outside trying to get him to wake up. Edge and I jump up and walk outside and over to Deputy Test and Rocky.
"Is there any word on the outlaws?" Edge asks nodding towards the posters that are being put up all around town about them. While Edge is trying to get some more news from Deputy Test I step forward to look closer at the posters.
"Edge you gotta come see this" I say grabbing his shirtsleeve and pulling him over to the side of the saloon where one of the posters has just been pinned up. His jaw drops just as mine had done when I had seen the poster "It's DX, the ones that Rocky claimed to have got rid of last time" I say, a huge smile spreading across my face.
"Exactly, that's why Sheriff McMahon wanted me to come and get Rocky, but he's in not fit state to do anything right now let alone get rid of them again" Deputy Test says pushing a soaking and groggy Rocky towards us. "Some local hero he turned out to be" Deputy Test snorts walking off back to the office, we both look at Rocky and then at each other before hooking our arms around him and taking him home.