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**In a big, expensive place**

Stephanie McMahon sighed and threw another paper ball. It bounced off the wall, and landed a few feet from the garbage can. Her eyes brightened, and she sat up in her really-comfy-I-paid-$900-for-this chair. That's it! I can really put RAW under if I just make a wrestling basketball team, and have all the superstars play... oh, wait. I forgot. They're not THAT kind of athletes. She shrugged, and kept writing down ideas. It was either that or, well, resort to pushing two people as the main eventers even though they were either below or past their prime, and giving the titles to people who didn't deserve them. What kind of General Manager would do that?

**Meanwhile, in a little place called RAW (the show formerly known as... IS WAR, but did anybody realize how much each of those title letters cost?!**

"Uh, are you sure this is a real match?" Terri asked, twirling her hair. She looked at Stacy, who immediately started twirling her hair better and faster, while working in a few leg flexes.

Eric Bischoff smiled. "Why, of course it is! I mean, who hasn't heard of the "Wear A Tight Outfit And High Heels And Whoever Falls Into The Pool Of Mud And Is Stripped First Loses" matches? It's a brilliant idea! I think I'll go ask DDP for some more bleaching techniques to celebrate!" He nodded to himself a few more times, and then walked off in no particular direction, probably to give some wrestlers a match they wanted but he wouldn't let them have, but if they reallllllllly wanted it they could do it with the Island Boys interfering.

And, of all people, he ran into Triple H (with a camera permanently attacked to his left shoulder). He was about to say something, but then ducked off camera to read a few cue cards. The camera followed. Frowning (or was it smirking, or maybe the smile, or it could it have been the thinking face?), Triple H attempted to run away, but only managed to swagger a few steps before tripped over a cord. A faint 'suckaaaaa' was heard in the distance.

Shrugging it off, Eric continued strolling through the halls. There was the UnAmericans locker room, who had torn off the American made door in favour of a homeland one they made out of shrubs and tree bark. And then he ran into Booker T, or actually his hand, and didn't have a chance to say a word before the Island Boys appeared out of nowhere and beat him to a pulp. Just then, Eric watched in amazement as Goldust appeared (with a newly mended MiniDust by his side) and destroyed Jamal and Rosey. Wait.... rewind that. Eric Bischoff watched IN GLEE as Goldust made yet another rescue attempt and was thrown into a dumpster and rolled away. MiniDust suffered few injuries, having hidden himself in Rosey's hair as a mosquito.

All this action was making things harder. Eric had to think of a plan, a good one, to beat Smackdown! in the ratings. Stephanie McMahon, that bitch!, had good matches and appreciated talent, and he really needed to think of something to beat her. Hmm... if these fans don't want half-naked Stacy, what do they want? His eyes suddenly lit up. Of course! They want half-naked Triple H! Everyone loves a good dosage of him!

**Later, after a match (yes, there are a few of those)**

Cameras followed Chris Jericho to a locker room, belonging to Triple H and Ric "I Want Another Good Year" Flair, and a few half naked females. And, yes, there was Bischoff's plan! No, not the women, Triple H dressed in a towel. With girls fawning over him. If anything, his RAW showed real life better than Smackdown! ever could.

Laughing, Eric watched the monitor and continued to think. Things were definitely on their way now. All he had to do was get rid of a few more titles, and his secret plan (wait, I didn't mention that?) would be on it's way. Not more Triple H... wait, that was a good idea! He'd do that next week for sure. But, anyway, his big plan was so big... that it was small.

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