High School Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters – they belong to the mega wrestling company, WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment).
Summary: A high school comedy about love, friendship, bullies, cliques, and basically all the elements which make up a good high school drama! Starring John Cena, The Hardy Boyz, Lita, Triple H, Randy Orton, Stacy Keibler, Y2J, Kurt Angle, Christy Hemme, JBL, Torrie Wilson, Trish Stratus, HBK, Los Guerreros, and many more!
A/N: Let's just pretend that all the wrestlers are in high school (despite the age differences), ok? Well, except for the really old ones or legends like Vince McMahon, Linda McMahon, Ric Flair, Hulk Hogan, Mick Foley, and those other ones. I'll be considering for the medium-aged ones like JBL, Triple H, Booker T and HBK to be in University. I don't know—depends on how the story goes.
By the way, this story is set before the Draft Lottery.
Chapter 1: New Student
Jonathan Felix-Anthony Cena sighed. He looked at the map in his hands. He'd been standing in front of the same building—the building which had a big silver name plate with big, bold gold letters on it:
WWE Private Academy
(High School & University)
Established 1960
There was a huge, tall metal wall behind it that looked like it stretched from Silver City to Las Vegas (A/N: I'm not American, so just bear with me with the locations). Not being able to peek behind the walls, John Cena decided to enter the tall, alarm-equipped gate and have this whole student registration thing over with. A black shiny hi-tech camera took a shot at his face, and then the gate opened slowly.
A stern-faced guy who seemed to be the guard asked Cena to come with him. As he led Cena through the long hall, Cena was stunned by the amount of ultra-expensive items—such as glassware, silverwares, and china collections—which were placed on the table alongside the hall, against the wall. His eyes widened when he looked at the WWE title belts (original, of course) which were displayed in a big glass cupboard next to a full-length mirror.
After what felt like 20 minutes, they finally arrived in front of a door. The gold name plate was clear: Vince McMahon. Must be the Principal, Cena thought. The guard knocked. A firm but loud voice was heard, "Come in."
Inside, Cena was even more amazed. Heaps of photos in frames and shelves occupied the lounge-sized room. There was an old picture of a very young Hulk Hogan holding up a huge certificate that said Graduates of '70. There were many other legend photos such as Mick Foley—even André The Giant—but too many would be too hard to mention. In the middle of the enormous room there was a black spinning chair. On it was Vince Kennedy McMahon himself.
"I've been expecting you." His face was calm. He gave a hand gesture at the guard, signalling him to go.
Suddenly Cena felt nervous. Vince McMahon indeed has a very strong aura, Cena thought. And he has this very 'mastering' presence about him, he added. His forehead began to sweat.
"Well let's move on then, shall we?" Vince took a fat document folder from a drawer. He flipped through and then he noticed Cena still standing. "Take a seat, would you?" Cena did as he told and took a piece of chewing gum out of his jeans pocket. Vince saw this, and added strictly, "You might not need that for class." Cena coughed, feeling uneasy.
"Jonathan Felix-Anthony Cena… born on April 23, in West Newsbury, Massachusettes…" Vince murmured as he kept flipping through the thing which appeared to be Cena's personal profile.
"You have a passion? Other than wrestling? Perhaps… golf?" he asked Cena, who was rubbing his hands anxiously. Cena frowned at the word 'golf'.
"Well… I… played football in my previous school. But I also have a vast interest in…" Cena's voice trailed off, afraid of Vince's response. "…rapping."
To his surprise, the Principal smiled. "Rap music, eh? I remember my son Shane used to listen to those… but he's grown sick of them. He doesn't really care about music anymore… he only focuses on in-ring performances now. Anyway. Football is good. Heh… might as well advise Shane to learn how to play that sport." Cena smiled uncertainly. "So… you seem to be a boy with good personality. You're accepted. But let me give you a run through the school rules." Cena gulped at this.
"The rules of WWE Private Academy is simple—it's just like any other school rules, but with slight variations. Wrestling time is only permitted during P.E. class, afterschool, and whenever I tell you so. Libraries are open all day, so if any of the students need to borrow some books to study—which rarely happens—then you're welcome. School facilities, such as computers, are not to be accessed without a student card…" Vince held up a student ID card with Cena's portrait on it. "…at all times. Students who lose their student cards will be responsible for paying the fine. And next, the most exciting tradition of WWE. This school is divided into two factions."
Cena seemed unsure. "Factions?"
Vince answered, "Every 3 months, we hold a Sports Carnival. All students from the two factions, SmackDown! and RAW, are eligible to participate, unless they're on suspension, detention or anything like that. Each faction is managed by a General Manager—simply known as GM. Events such as race, relays, wrestling matches, and athletics will take place. The winners from each faction will be awarded with a medal—bronze, silver, and medal, depending on what position you land in—and house points are rewarded for each faction for each event's winners. Usually specially-made lunches are served throughout the event. In the end of the day, the winning faction gets a 2-days holiday." Cena giggled at he last bit.
For the next ten minutes, Vince quickly explained basic rules such as no swearing, no talking back, no answering without your hand up, and blah blah. After finishing, Vince stood up to shake Cena's hand. "Welcome to WWE Private Academy, son."
Before he opened another door that led to the actual school, he added, "By the way, bullies are not permitted in this school. Discipline, Care, and Morale are our three key values."
The door opened, revealing a huge school area. There were three gigantic fields, where students either played sport or just simply were hanging out. Buildings were located on each side of the field.
As Cena stepped down the stairs, he nearly got bumped by two students who were holding a large bag, appearing to be in a rush. His gaze followed the boys who were hiding around the building corner: one of them was African-American with red shirt, and the other had brown hair with blond streaks at the top in a blue shirt. The man who chased them was bald, gruff-looking with a name tag on his gray suit which read RAW GM: Eric Bischoff. Cena said to himself, "He must be the leader of the RAW faction." Then he realized something. "Hey! Vince hasn't put me in a faction yet! Oh well."
"Shelton Benjamin! Charlie Haas! Come back! What the hell have you guys done to my collection of martial art belts! Why are they all missing?" Eric was furious. Cena couldn't be bothered to know what happened next, so he kept on walking.
Next he passed a bunch of tough-looking guys who were hanging out near the gym. The grumpy-looking one was arguing with a brunette girl in blue costume who seemed to be his girlfriend. A remarkably huge guy who had large dragon tattoo on his arm was lifting weights, supposedly taking up the time, waiting for the pair to finish arguing. Then there was this white-haired old man (maybe a visitor?), who was reading a magazine that looked as old as himself. The other was very arrogant-looking, had a charming smile, and was chatting to a tall, slim blonde girl in a red top. The boys all wore red shirt with the writing Evolution on it. Sensing trouble, Cena decided not to mess with them.
He walked past two Mexican guys in blue shirts who were in the canteen line. One was 'pretending' to order from the menu, while the other one was busy sneaking into the kitchen to steal food from the fridge. Cena shook his head at this pathetic sight. Another boy (who was pretty short) in a mask with blue top was waiting behind the Mexican guy, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.
In the lunch area, Cena saw a big group of girls in red and blue who were brushing their hair, fixing their nails and gossiping. When he walked past them, they all turned to his direction and gave him a flirty wave. Not wanting to deal with the girls, Cena sighed and walked away. The girls were giggling and laughing.
In one corner, he saw a guy in a blue shirt showing off something that looked like a medal—gold medal—to a bunch of bored-looking guys. Two boys with blonde hair in red shirts go up and walked away. They discussed something about taking the medal when the show-off person wasn't looking. They spoke loud enough for Cena to hear that they had Canadian accent.
Feeling tired, Cena sat down under a tree and put his iPod on. Just a few minutes after he had it on, a cocky-faced guy with wavy blonde hair in a red shirt tapped him on the shoulder.
"What music do you have on?"
Cena answered, "Snoop Dogg, Eminem…" He hadn't finished talking because the guy cut him off.
"What! I can't believe you listen to that crap! God, why do people listen to rap these days! Black Sabbath rocks more and Metallica is my middle name, man! In other words, rap sucks and rock rocks!" The guy laughed at the end bit then quickly introduced himself. "I'm Chris Jericho, better known as Y2J. I don't know why people call me that but they just do. My other nicknames are The King Of The World and Ayatollah of Rock n' Rollah!" Cena looked at him weirdly.
"Oh well, gotta go. I have to catch up with a band practise!" With this he was gone. Cena went back to listening to music. But this didn't last long; a ball hit him on the head. He rubbed his head, feeling dizzy. Three people in red shirts ran up to him.
"We're so sorry! Are you okay?" a black-haired dude shook his shoulders, making sure Cena was okay. Cena couldn't see properly; his head was spinning.
"Call the nurse!" A redhead said to a funky-haired guy. The guy groaned.
"Why me?" The red-headed girl gave him a 'look' and the guy was off. With this, Cena blacked out.
A/N: So? What do you guys think of the story? Please review! Flames are welcome, and details of disapproval of the story should be included. Thanks a lot guys!