(This is a fan fic based on the "public images" of various Chikara Wrestlers and is no way, shape or form trying to imply anything about the personal lives of the real people behind the public images.)

Chikara 18045 Episode 1

Branden Ruttheimer puts his books in his high school locker.

"Good morning, Branden."

Branden Ruttheimer winces. Oh boy, Veronica Ticklefeather, here with my daily dose of bullying. "Good morning, Veronica."

"So, were you peeping in my window last night, as usual?"

"I do not do things like that."

"Too bad. You missed me in by black negligee with silver embroidery."

"You mean gold ... oops." Busted!

"I figured a nerd like you couldn't resist."

"Boy, you would figure that the daughter of an established Philadelphia family like the Ticklefeather's would be able to afford window shades."

"Oh, I have window shades, I just didn't think that my next door neighbor would be dumb enough to peep on my private moments."

"Looked more like a performance last night than a private moment."

"Maybe it was. But, in any event, you get your daily prize. Oh, Mark? Branden wants to say hello to you."

Mark Angelosetti gets in Branden's face. "What's up, nerd?"

"You're daily having fun with me?"

"Good answer." Mark puts Branden in a head lock and starts giving him nuggies.

"Mark, Mark, Mark. Are you bullying the other students again?"

Mark immediately releases Branden. "Dasher, you got it wrong, we were just having fun." Mark painfully pinches Branden's cheek. "See?"

Branden grabs Mark's cheek and pinches as well. "Yeah, just having fun."

"Well, okay then." Dasher walks off.

As soon as Dasher is out of visual range, Mark grabs Branden by the shirt. "Why did you grab my cheek, nerd? You think you can handle me or something?"

"Oh yeah, the school nerd is going to beat up the school star football player. That sounds right, huh?"

Mark looks confused.

"Let go of me. If I hadn't pinched your cheek then your distant relative would have seen right through your subterfuge."

"Oh yeah? I should beat you up just on principle now."

"Um, excuse me?"

The angered Mark and the frightened Branden look to the side and down to see Serena Taylor, one of the school's girl misfits.

"I just want to say that the two of you together like that is so, so, HOT!"

Branden and Mark look at each other with disgust on their faces.

Mark lets go of Branden.

"See you in class Mark."

"See you in class nerd."

Mark walks off with Veronica who also has a disgusted look on her face.

Branden gives Serena a withering look. "You know, there are worse things in life then getting beaten up."

"Like what?"

"Like getting hijacked into one of your slash stories."

"I will have you know that my pen name, Saturyne, is one of the most respected names on .fanfiction.90120. You're just jealous that your stories don't have as much respect on usenet."

"Plenty of people respect my stories. I get email all the time saying how realistic they are, unlike yours."

"What's so unrealistic?"

"I don't know, maybe having the main characters of a series change their sexual preference for no reason?"

"That's a funny thing to say for some who writes Brenda slash Kelly stories."

"That's totally different."

"How is that different?"

"It's obvious why it's different!"

"Then explain it to me."

"Never mind! I'm going to class."

"Well, Andrea is busy so I will join you."

"Great."

Branden and Serena turn a corner and walk in on a fight in progress. Three boys surround a fourth boy who has conspicuously long hair.

"What sort of a sissy boy wears his hair like this?"

"I'll bet he's a girly boy."

Two of the boys shove the long haired boy down.

Suddenly, from behind, a large muscular boy appears. "Jakob. What's wrong with you. Fight back!"

"Tim, please forgive me. I didn't want to hurt them this early in the morning."

"Don't give me that lame excuse. Get up and fight back."

Jakob gets to his feet but gets pushed down repeatedly by the three boys.

Finally, Tim grabs one of the boys and picks him up and slams him on the floor. When one of the remaining boys turns around Tim pie faces him and throws him some six feet.

The bullies run away in terror.

"Mein hero!"

Tim grabs the smaller Jakob and pins him against a row of lockers, Jakob's legs dangling in the air. "Hammermeier, do I have to remind you what coach Goldman has said about losing fights in the halls?"

"Please don't tell the coach!"

"Um, excuse me?"

Tim and Jakob look to the side and down.

"Besides you two being unspeakably hot together, what did the coach say?"

Tim smirks and lets go of Jakob. "Hot? How can you think of such trivial things as looks when there is such injustice in this world?"

"Injustice?"

Jakob jumps in front of Tim. "Yes, injustice. Last year the world's greatest wrestler, Tim Donst, was robbed of the Pennsylvania state one eighty five title by a referee who was obviously paid off. I have vowed not to cut my hair until Tim avenges this great wrong."

"But, I never asked you to do that."

"Tim, Tim. It was the least I could do."

"Anyway, to answer your question, coach Goldman thinks that people who can't win fights in the halls shouldn't be on the wrestling team. Which makes me very disappointed that Jakob had trouble with a mere three bullies."

Jacob grovels at Tim's feet. "I will work harder not to disappoint you."

Tim jerks away. "Let's go to class. Your promises don't mean much anyway."

Jakob follows. "Tim!"

Serena sighs. "That is so going in one of my stories."

Branden makes a face. "Gross."

Branden and Serena make it to homeroom class.

Mr. Quackenbush calls the class to order. "Class, I have some disturbing news to share with you all. This weekend the office of Principal Mantis was broken into and an object of great value was stolen. If you hear your name on the intercom, please report to the Principal's office for questioning."

To Be Continued.