#nextcontestant

[yourhostvee]

Hello ms. Version 1. As revenge for flooding my room with rats and ruining my perfectly strung corkboard, I’m here to tell you that Connie’s last name is boolynski. Do with this information what you will, I don’t care.

-Rodger

"Boolynski?" *Snickers* "Oh that's GOLD, thank you Rodger, I will absolutely be holding this over her if she ever tries haunting me again. Also, sorry to hear about the rats, I know how bad Connie can get with her pranks."

[yourhostvee]

"Four? Wow, that's a lot of us. I thought for a second... Nevermind. It's good to meet you."

"..."

"Was that.... Was that a joke? I find it hard to believe there were 68 other versions of Vee, and that you happen to be the one that corresponds to a number many find funny for its crude connotations. Are you feeling alright?"

"What on earth-"

*It's... It's another version of you? They're dressed differently from you, but they have a very recognisable TV head and antennae, even having the same bent antennae as you*

"If I'm seeing things correctly, are you another version of me? You're not --- You're not V2, are you?"

how many twins do i have?? i've already seen three of me, now there's a fourth one?? She looked at Vee up and down, analyzing and assessing her quadruplet. Upon this scan, she blurted out i believe i'm version...69.

[mattattridge-smith]

@nickelback #nextcontestant 🤛🏻🥊🤜🏻 @onthatass_official (at Manchester, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBPod83lWc3/?igshid=qz86mmukdjf2

[nerdlife0612writes]

‘Next Contestant’ Part 2

Title: ‘Next Contestant’ (Nickelback) Part 2 #nextcontestant Universe: previously established in ‘I Put A Spell On You’ #iputaspellonyou Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Willow x OFC (Maia Tinnell) Word count for actual story: 995 Rating: PG13

Heeeyy bittcchheess! I’m bbbaaccckkk!!

I’ve been sitting here staring at Dragon Bound part 11 and going totally blank SO I thought ‘Hmm, perhaps some of my thirsties out there might like a special little surprise?’

So here we are.

Important to note: anywhere you see a hashtag in these posts – use those to follow this story and others like it in the future. Also, I have no idea how many parts this is going to be just like with ‘Spell’.

Disclaimer 1: I will not be using each and every lyric of ‘Next Contestant’ throughout the duration of this chapter of ‘The Songfic Universe’ #thesongficuniverse. There is just TOO much there to be able to utilize it and try to make this story make ANY KIND OF SENSE WHATSOEVER.

Disclaimer 2: There will be #smut at some point over the course of this journey that will be based in jealousy, possessive natures, etc. Of course, those parts will have clear-cut trigger warnings towards the top of the post.  That being said those parts WILL BE #NSFW so if you are #underage - #avoid these stories.

Summary: Maia has been on the road for a little while with Jeff now after attaining a position with the company and the pair having established a basic foundation to their little situation. One big PPV weekend things start happening that start setting off each other’s jealous and possessive natures. And well - #shenanigans eventually ensue.

Part 2 will be a bit of a flashback to when Maia was offered a job with the company (at a certain someone’s secret insistence) and has an icky confrontation with a male superstar that leads to the first of several confrontations between Jeff/Willow and said superstar.

Damn it all! Forgot word count on Part 1:  539

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********* Maia frowned, looking at Jeff’s face – which unfortunately didn’t show much other than a fair amount of tension and a far away look in his eyes. If his mind was where she thought it was, it was understandable – the look of tension. Orton had been a semi-thorn in their sides for a fair amount of time now. It all started when Hunter and Shane approached her about a backstage position with the company some months ago.  Turning her attention towards the door, her mind drifted back.

“We’d like to offer you a permanent on the road position.” Hunter stood to Maia’s right, dressed in his typical suit, while Shane stood to her left, his typical attire at the ready, including the stark white sneakers. Upon hearing the offer, Maia felt her eyes bug out.

“Really? What? Why?” The confusion was evident on her features. Hunter and Shane shared a look, unsure if they should say. It didn’t take long for her to realize her dear Alpha must have had something to do with it. “Jeff had his hands in this. Didn’t he?” Her head snapped back and forth between the two of them. “Didn’t he?!”

Shane sighed, “Yeah. A little bit. We know what this period that you two are going through is like and…”

Maia slapped her forehead, groaning in pure annoyance. “I wish he would have said something.” Hunter chuckled. “I guess I’ll accept it. Email me the shit you need me to sign or whatever you need to do. I need to go find me a Wisp.” She growled the last part, stomping off.

Over her shoulder, she barely heard Shane laugh. “Oh man, he was right. She’s a spitfire.” ‘Oh if they only knew!’ Maia was livid. A few turns later, she heard a low wolf whistle accompanied by clapping.

“So you’re the one Jeff chose.” Maia sneered. She’d heard enough of Randy Orton to know he was one to avoid. And watching the way he was looking her over made her sick to her stomach. She went to try and move past him and he all but slammed her against the wall, effectively pinning her between himself and the wall. “Where you going, sweetness?” Randy closed his eyes, inhaling. “You do smell very delicious.” Maia cringed, her stomach churning but doing her best to not panic.

“Back the fuck up, Orton.” Maia hissed.

Randy grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I get what I want, Omega. And I want – “ Suddenly a loud growl echoed through the hall as Jeff tackled Randy, creating separation between Randy and Maia. Upon getting back to his feet, jeff’s head snapped to Maia. His eyes were solid white.

“Behind us. Now.” The dual growl brooked no argument and Maia did as told. “Stay. Away. She is OURS. Or you will regret it, snake.” Randy gave his typical sneer, hands up in defeat, walking backwards.

“You win… for now.” Randy disappeared down the hall, his threat lingering in the air. Soon as he was gone, Jeff spun on his heels and pinned Maia to the wall, his lips hot and desperate on hers.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” Maia tried to reassure him.

But suffice to say he wasn’t reassured until later that night, when she was sated and sleeping safe in his arms.

Maia sighed, as they got into their ride to the press event after which there would be a semi-formal dinner and carpet walk where they’d be coming out publicly. Jeff took a breath and grabbed her hand.

“Thinking of the day this shit started, huh?” Jeff tossed her a wry smirk, all evidence of Willow’s influence having subsided.

Maia chuckled. “Yeah. You too I take it?” Jeff nodded. “Well, you did get some payback the other day in the aftermath of that match with Nakamura.”

Jeff snickered darkly. “Yeah. Yeah I did.”

A few months after that first meeting with Orton, Jeff had a match with Shinsuke Nakamura – where he’d hoped to finally put that feud to rest. But that wasn’t allowed to happen. Randy, of course, stuck his head into business where it didn’t belong. He’d hoped to break Jeff down but Jeff quickly got the upper hand – going so far as to take the very same chair that Randy had used on him and make it his own weapon.

Maia watched backstage, gnawing on her fist. “That’s right, Alpha. Kick that snake’s ass!” Swing after swing, Jeff brought the chair down on Randy and eventually their little brawl came to an end with Jeff seeming to be the victor. Jeff came back through gorilla position and back to the backstage area, a big cheesy grin on his face.

“That feel good, Alpha?” Maia wrapped her arms around his neck. His bright white teeth revealed as her smiled at her in glee, he nodded.

“Oh hell yeah, darlin’. Now, let me get cleaned up so I can enjoy a little time with my Omega.” Giving her a peck on the forehead, he dashed off to the locker room.

Randy stumbled through the same path, grunting when he saw Maia. “This isn’t over.”

“Keep talking, Viper. You’re about to get skinned.” Maia huffed and walked away, eager to get out of his lecherous sight.

Jeff laughed. “Yeah. That felt gooood.” Maia squeezed his hand as they approached the press event. “It’s okay, my Omega. Trust me.” He raised her hand to kiss it, white flashing briefly in his eyes.

“I’ll try. Just nervous. Between this Randy shit and going public – just a big ball of nerves.” Jeff looked her up and down. “What?”

A low rumble resonated from his chest. “Stay close, Omega. I’m not the only one who’s gonna think you look absolutely tasty tonight.”

     = They think they’ll get inside her/ With every drink they buy her/                            As they all try coming on to her/ ‘     This time somebody’s getting hurt/ Here comes the next contestant = *************

[classystallions]

Next Contestant by Nickelback. Seriously couldn't resist.

KLAROLINE DRABBLE : Based on these lyrics ,

Caroline was bent over the ice machine, refilling a bucket with the frozen chunks of water when the shrill, overtly sweet and far too much like nails-on-chalk voice rang out, all high-pitched and annoying, echo somewhere from over her left shoulder. That was the thing about being a Vampire, she’d never been so sensitive to sound before. “Cece!” The voice rang out again, just as high, just as annoying. Caroline immediately cringed at the horrid nickname, irked enough her teeth itched to grow, and struggled, forced now to fight back the urge to unleash that damned inner beast that lashed now, irrevocably, for the freedom to end this irritation in her life once and for all. Caroline succeeded, but only by biting down sharply on her own tongue.

Carefully, and with meticulous precision, the kind usually reserved for much more complicated tasks, Caroline set the ice bucket down and turned on a heel, morphing her expression so that by the time she was fully facing Jamie-lynn, there was nothing but the largest of fake smiles plastered across her overtly chipper face. “Jami-jams! How are you!?” Jamie hated that nickname about as much as she hated hers, but that was exactly why she used it, unable to help the flick of a bitchily smug smirk. It was much harder forcing the enthusiasm to suppress the urge to roll melodramatic eyes as Jamie strutted up for a totally dramatic (and totally lame, did she think that was supposed to be cool or something?) European style air-kiss to both sides, twice. Caroline went along with it, mustering the patience to keep this encounter with her frenemy civil. “Fabulous, duuh. Anyway, that creepy-loser-stalker man of yours is at it again.” Jamie shrugged, as though she hated telling her this but Caroline could hear her heart, rush with the thrill of trying to egg her on. The little bitch.

Determined to ignore her, Caroline reached back to angrily snatch up the ice bucket, but Jamie wasn’t done. With a cocked hip out, the hot little redhead mocked her with a smug smile. “You remember what management said, one more altercation and they’ve got to let you go.” Again, Jamie smirked, clearly delighted by this thought. She should, she’d been the top tip earner until Caroline had started working here. “Consider this a friendly FYI.” That was it. She could stuff that FYI up her you-know-where, and Caroline was so furious, she was about ready to do that and punch that damned self-satisfied expression off the catty girls face, only to compel her to think she’d only tripped in some mortifyingly embarrassing way possible. Caroline was about to, when struck with the thought that, bitch or not, Jamie was right. They would fire her if Klaus hurt anymore of the clientele. Frankly, Caroline didn’t even know how many times now he’d compelled them all to forget his lifelong ban. The one that was erected each and every time he showed up here.

It was getting ridiculous.

With a smile that was so forced it failed to reach her glowering eyes, Caroline slammed the ice bucket into Jamie’s hands and walked passed her with a snarky, “I’ll take care of it.” And she would, too. Caroline hated having to compel humans, and already had twice to get this damned job back. Frankly, she didn’t get what the hell his problem was. It’s not like it was some strip club, or even a freaking bar for that matter. It was the Mystic Grill, and okay so maybe she had to wear a black skirt, but it was classy thankyouverymuch, not slutty. In the least. Fuming, and huffing out irritated breaths Caroline pushed away the bar tender who tried to come warn her about Klaus – at least that is what she assumed he wanted, and didn’t have time to deal with that crap. For all she knew, her jealous beast of a boyfriend would be killing some poor boy who made the mistake of complimenting her shoes. It didn’t even matter if said individuals sexual preference didn’t encompass girls, no one was safe from Klaus’s jealousy.

Not even women!

Hell, she was surprised he didn’t pop an aneurysm every time she hugged Bonnie. At least Kol didn’t look like he wanted to make her head his next baseball when Bonaline needed bonding time. Running a hand through her long blonde locks, Caroline scans a desperate eye from left to right and back again, going over and over the crowd, fearing for the worst but seeing nothing that out of the ordinary. Oh shit! I’m too late. Her first thought, broiled in the mind of frantic fear. Ironically, it was more Klaus’s wellbeing she worried for, in too much of an irrational panic to find comfort in the fact he could just as easily compel the bouncers or cops to forget (Caroline preferred this delusion to the cold hard fact he would more likely just kill them.) However, as she spun on a heel, large wide eyes sweeping the dining crowd she nearly jumped out of her skin when a hand gently touched her shoulder. Whipping her head, half expecting a furious Klaus or a furious Boss (either way, hesitation marred her movement) but sighed in relief to realize it was just Issac, concern softening his large friendly eyes. “Carebear, you okay?” Caroline was about to say no – he was always a patient ear to unload things on – when she felt the familiar sizzle of eyes on her back.

Niklaus.

Excusing herself from Issac with a quick thanks-for-the-concern pat to the back even as she spun around, twisting to find him lounging back in the solitude of a booth. Like he hadn’t a care in the world, but she knew otherwise. Could feel the tension seep from his skin and radiate out like an aura of riveting jealousy. So strong it was almost hard to stay mad at him, considering it implied he really, truly, cared. Some could say it was because he was only trying to possess her – they wouldn’t be the first to try to tell her this if they did – but Caroline knew otherwise. He didn’t act like this with other girls, and strangely the first guy to make her feel like he put her first. That alone could melt her anger, but too bad for him she was stubborn enough now to cling to it, hands on hips as she paused in front of his table. “Can I get you anything, or are you just taking up my tables again?” She tried to look haughty, she really did, but the sly bastard always made her smile. Shaking her head, Caroline mocked a playfully angry look and threw the rag used to clean tables at his chest. He caught it, of course, but that so isn’t the point. “You’ve got to loosen up before I give you something to be jealous over.”

Caroline flashed him a wickedly pointed look, as though to emphasize her point before leaving him to stew in this little lesson. He was so not going to make her loose this job. It made her feel normal, gave her the chance to hang out with her old friends, and frankly, what was so wrong with wanting to earn a little shopping funds herself instead of just letting him pay for everything. Really, she was half tempted just to take his credit card if only to make him instantly regret that decision. Clearly he hadn’t seen her shop. Still mulling over these ideas as she slid up to her next table, Caroline couldn’t help but flash Klaus smug looks from above the notepad she jotted the guy’s order down in. Having leaned in close to take it, if only to drive her damn point home, if he didn’t stop being so jealous, she would start acting more flirty.

Sometimes, that was the only way she could think to deal with him. That, and the threat of turning things pink of course. He held an abnormal fear for that colour, which predictably only made her like it in the first place.

Nik wasn’t the only stubborn one.

The sooner he learnt that, the better.

[yourhostvee]

".....That's low, even by your incredibly low standards. Then again, it's my fault for trying to get the walking bully stereotype to be useful. Are you actually incapable of change, or do you just enjoy bullying everyone?"

"If it isn't our resident trouble maker."

*It's Vee, and she's looking at you with even more judgement than usual, her microphone tail is swishing behind her angrily*

"You never ended up apologising for bashing in my screen you little punk, but what am I to expect from such a specimen as yourself? Since you weren't thoughtful enough to offer me an explanation for your actions, I'd like to ask now was there a reason you did it, or did you just find it funny? I'll throw in a dollar prize for the answer."

"BECAUSE YOU SUCK, AND I AINT APOLOGIZIN', OLD TECH"

[nerdlife0612]

Saving this for consideration for #nextcontestant

Imagine comforting Jeff after his match at hell in a cell

[yourhostvee]

"Alright alright alright, welcome to the show! You, lucky reader, get an inside scoop on my daily life! Wow!"

(Vee V1 askblog/ rpblog, so please do interact. let's go over the basics)

(If it's in brackets, it's OOC, in parentheses "with green text" is Vee talking, and asterisks *with green text* is what Vee is doing.)

(DNI proshippers, darkshippers, bigots)

(there will be a lot of headcanons in this, my version of Vee is not going to be 100% faithful to canon. That's just how I roll)

(Vee uses She/They/It, because HEADCANON, mod uses They/It)

(I won't be doing any ships with this blog, sorry shellvision fans, and other shippers. This Vee is VERY aroace.)

(being mean ic is fine, Vee is an asshole sometimes so it's fair to bite back, but do NOT take it OOC. What Vee does =/= what I do)

( #Onstage on all posts )

( #asktheaudience on asks )

( #nextcontestant on RP interactions )

(Non-canon characters/ OC interactions are welcome)

"Right, next question!"

(also I feel awkward asking, but if anyone has Vee fanart that they'd be ok with me using for the avatar, provided I credit them ofc, then do say, I'd like to differentiate my blog from any other Vee blogs, just so we don't get mixed up.)

[sadlittlenerdking]

#guiltypleasure #guiltysecret #Nickleback #nextcontestant

[mattattridge-smith]

They think they'll get inside him
With every drink they buy him #nextcontestant (at Middleton, Greater Manchester) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxWC2y6FmIv/?igshid=1g2pxnkc9esnb

[nerdlife0612writes]

‘Next Contestant’ Part 1

Title: ‘Next Contestant’ (Nickelback) Part 1 #nextcontestant Universe: previously established in ‘I Put A Spell On You’ #iputaspellonyou Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Willow x OFC (Maia Tinnell)

Heeeyy bittcchheess! I’m bbbaaccckkk!!

I’ve been sitting here staring at Dragon Bound part 11 and going totally blank SO I thought ‘Hmm, perhaps some of my thirsties out there might like a special little surprise?’

So here we are.

Important to note: anywhere you see a hashtag in these posts – use those to follow this story and others like it in the future. Also, I have no idea how many parts this is going to be just like with ‘Spell’.

Disclaimer 1: I will not be using each and every lyric of ‘Next Contestant’ throughout the duration of this chapter of ‘The Songfic Universe’ #thesongficuniverse. There is just TOO much there to be able to utilize it and try to make this story make ANY KIND OF SENSE WHATSOEVER.

Disclaimer 2: There will be #smut at some point over the course of this journey that will be based in jealousy, possessive natures, etc. Of course, those parts will have clear-cut trigger warnings towards the top of the post.  That being said those parts WILL BE #NSFW so if you are #underage - #avoid these stories.

Summary: Maia has been on the road for a little while with Jeff now after attaining a position with the company and the pair having established a basic foundation to their little situation. One big PPV weekend things start happening that start setting off each other’s jealous and possessive natures. And well - #shenanigans eventually ensue.

Part 1 will be a bit short, serving as a mere introduction.

TAG SQUAD – MOUNT UP! @evilangel84 @gold--guccixxempress @thedevilnisworld @bigpixiefoot @theneverendingthirst @amballins-priestess @princess3733 @tacoshu

********* Maia sighed, annoyed beyond belief because being stuck in the hair and make-up chair for the last two hours has wore on her nerves to the nth degree. She knew that this weekend was important – a fairly big pay-per-view for the company, Hell in A Cell in fact – but she just wasn’t the type of be able to handle this.  She didn’t feel worthy, even thought her Alpha had tried to reassure her previously.

Jeff nipped at her neck as she sat on the bed typing away on her phone.

“It’ll be fine.” Maia huffed, realizing she had been caught trying to get some advice for the weekend ahead. The pair had yet to go fully public since their tryst a year or year and a half ago. They – well more Jeff or maybe Willow more than anyone – decided they’d go public the weekend of ‘Hell In A Cell’ – where Jeff was going to be in the hellacious structure against none other but The Viper, Randy fucking Orton.

“How could you tell?” Maia squeaked out as he pushed her down on the bed, tossing her phone gently into the floor. Milky green eyes stared down at her.

“Really, darlin’? Do you not remember the fact that I can sense how you’re feeling?” Jeff deadpanned. Maia went to open her mouth and abruptly shut it, her face going red. Jeff laughed, exhaling loudly. “Yeah. You forgot.”

Maia pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m just not sure if – “

Jeff snarled slightly, “I swear to God if you say you’re not sure if you’re worthy of all this I’m going to snap.” Maia shrunk back on the bed, casting her eyes to the side. He placed a hand on her cheek forcing her to look up at him. “Perhaps someone needs a bit of re-education.”

Well the rest of that night, as they say, was history. Maia smiled, relaxing a bit. “Okay, my dear. You are done. What do you think?” The stylist turned Maia’s chair around so Maia could look in the mirror. Maia’s eyes bugged out at what she saw. ‘Is this really me I’m looking at?’ The stylist brushed imaginary dust off her shoulders, pleased at Maia’s reaction. ”He’s going to want to devour you, sweetheart. Just make him wait till after the event?” The stylist winked and walked away. From over her shoulder, she didn’t even have to see him to know who just walked into the room.

“Hmm. Perhaps we’ll have little Omega for dinner instead of steak.” Two voices hissed into her ear. Maia shook her head, giggling.

“Come on. We got some things to deal with first. “ They hooked their arms together, making their way towards their ride when out of the corner of his eye Jeff noticed Randy watching Maia and licking his lips. ‘Oh hell no.’ Suddenly a possessive arm encircled Maia’s shoulders and a low growl started building in his chest, causing Maia to start.

“It’s fine, love. Don’t worry about it.” Jeff couldn’t look at her as he watched his opponent for this Sunday with concern.

= I judge by what she’s wearing / Just how many heads I’m tearing / Off of assholes coming on to her…=

**************

[imateeveehost]

no. unfortunately, that wasn't a joke. I've only seen four of us but I did a search an apparently there's hundreds of us. my estimate is that im version 69.

and no, im not feeling alright. there's a virus inside of me for the 2nd time in a row. i think someone is trying to murder me. maybe that's why my estimate was the "freaky" number

"What on earth-"

*It's... It's another version of you? They're dressed differently from you, but they have a very recognisable TV head and antennae, even having the same bent antennae as you*

"If I'm seeing things correctly, are you another version of me? You're not --- You're not V2, are you?"

how many twins do i have?? i've already seen three of me, now there's a fourth one?? She looked at Vee up and down, analyzing and assessing her quadruplet. Upon this scan, she blurted out i believe i'm version...69.

[yourhostvee]

Hey vee, I think your going a little far. I did some digging, and apparently shrimpo punched you because you made some comments about Finn. Is this true?

"....I see. I did not know that. I can't recall what exactly I might have said, but I definitely made some blunt, possibly rude remarks to Finn. I didn't realise he did it for Finn, I really thought he'd just done it on his own accord. Perhaps I went a little too far. Still wish he hadn't punched my screen out, but thank you for the info Rodger."

[yourhostvee]

"So... since you're a computer, you can translate things, right? So, you know Spanish?

que chido!"

"Lo sé, sólo una de las muchas características geniales que tengo. A veces no es la más fiable, pero funciona."

(I know, just one of the many cool features I have. Sometimes it's not the most reliable, but it works.)

(if only I was multilingual irl, it'd be so handy)

[yourhostvee]

"Wow, that is a lot of us. A daunting amount of us."

"A Virus? Oh dear, that's far from ideal. Has Brightney, or anyone for that matter, not checked your diagnostics? If they haven't, perhaps we could plug you into a close circuit computer and I could run a scan on you, see if I can get rid of the virus. I am a version of you after all, if anyone can help it'd be me."

"What on earth-"

*It's... It's another version of you? They're dressed differently from you, but they have a very recognisable TV head and antennae, even having the same bent antennae as you*

"If I'm seeing things correctly, are you another version of me? You're not --- You're not V2, are you?"

how many twins do i have?? i've already seen three of me, now there's a fourth one?? She looked at Vee up and down, analyzing and assessing her quadruplet. Upon this scan, she blurted out i believe i'm version...69.