Title: WWE University

Author: Michelle Renee

*I'm going to put all of my disclaimers, author's notes, and whatnot here.*

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Summary (or at least a good attempt at one): Follow the lives of many WWE Superstars as they go through the trials, tribulations, heartaches, and joys of one year at college.  Rated R for drug use, sexual situations, alcohol abuse, swearing…the typical controversial stuff. 

Author's Notes (updated as of 3/21/03):

*I am open to any and all suggestions made. If I think I can go somewhere with your suggestion, I will. If I don't agree with it, or it's not where I want the story to go, don't take it personally, mmmk?

*Also, this is still a work in progress, if you can't tell. By the time I'm finished with it, it'll probably be at least 2004 already. But I'll try to add onto it as often as I can (and maybe start up some more stories)…I'm a busy college student, ya know!

*Work on revisions, corrections, inconsistencies, and html (which I'm still figuring out in terms of how it works on this site – how the hell do you indent paragraphs?!) is still in progress. Right now I am working on shortening chapters for easier reading. After that is done, expect some revising of chapters to get rid of inconsistencies (because I know I have a lot).

*Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated!!!  I'm not only writing this for myself, but I'm writing it for YOU!

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Disclaimer: I own no one in this story except characters of my own creation. The WWE Superstars and Divas own themselves.  Note that most of the stuff in this story never happened, so no suing is needed.  It is nothing but a mere product of my overactive imagination – read at your own risk.    

On to the story!

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*Chapter One – A New School Year Begins*

(Yeah, it's that time again…everyone is heading to the university.)

The sun was shining brightly on this late August day…the sky was clear, cloudless…and yes, you could even hear the bees buzzing. The sun was blinding, the heat was scorching, but the emotions surely weren't. It was that time of year again, the time that most kids dread – back to school time. For those that just graduated high school, it meant saying goodbye to their familiar surroundings, heading to a whole new world – college. One of these graduates, Jeff Hardy, was ready to embark on that journey. He was outside his brick, two-story house, talking to his father with a sense of nervousness, yet excitement. Jeff was making sure that his dad understood the fact that people actually accepted people with blue and green hair, whether he believed it or not. Gilbert Hardy had never understood his youngest son's penchant for dyeing his hair every color of the frickin' rainbow, but he loved him just the same.

"Well, Jeffy…I'll miss you being around. You kept me company whenever Matt was away, which was hard enough, and now…" – Mr. Hardy sighed – "you'll both be gone."

Jeff frowned as he hugged his father. "I know you're gonna be really lonely here, dad. In fact, I feel really bad for leaving. I should just—"

Jeff looked over at Matt, his older brother, who was in the driver's seat of his huge blue Ford Ranger. He had his feet up on the steering wheel, and was arguing with someone on his shiny silver cell phone. His long black wavy hair was carelessly put up in a ponytail, and his brown eyes were shifting from the house to the end of their street – the wide-open road to freedom!, Matt thought. He was a year older than Jeff, who was going to be a freshman.

"No, Jeff. This is something you've wanted to do for the longest time. It's something you need to do. Don't stay here in Cameron when you can get out there and explore what the world has to offer." Mr. Hardy sounded like he was giving his son a pep talk. Jeff sighed, pushed his stringy blue-green hair out of his face, and looked at his father.

"You're right, you're right. It's just that…I'm not sure I'm making the right decision."

Mr. Hardy grabbed his son by the shoulders, and said affirmatively, "Oh trust me, Jeffy, you are."

Jeff shrugged. "And I'm turning 18 this weekend, too. I feel so old."

Mr. Hardy laughed. "I remember when I turned 18, I thought the same thing. But it's not all in the number…it's in how old you feel." Jeff smiled. His dad always knew how to make him feel better. "Oh yeah, I have your birthday present in the house still."

Jeff's eyes went wide. "Can't I open it now?"

Mr. Hardy laughed. "Well, if you're not coming home this weekend…I don't see why not." Jeff bounced up and down like a little kid as his dad went into the house. He looked over at his brother, who was still arguing on the phone. Mr. Hardy appeared on the porch not even a minute later. Jeff saw a huge, gold metallic rectangle box in front of him and looked at it in confusion.

"What…is it?"

"Open it." Mr. Hardy told his son. Jeff shrugged and peeled back the gold wrapping, and found a leopard print guitar case. Oh my God, he thought, I know exactly what it is! He then unzipped the case and squealed in delight.

"Oh wow, a Fender Stratocoaster!!"

"And I made sure that they had it in blue." Mr. Hardy laughed as Jeff hugged him like there was no tomorrow.

"Thanks, dad!!"

"You're welcome, son. I know how much you love playing music, so I got you a real nice guitar to get you started." Mr. Hardy replied.

Jeff looked over to his brother and yelled, "Matty!! Check this out!!!" Matt nodded at him and then went back to his conversation. Jeff pouted. "I bet he's talking to Shane."

Mr. Hardy smiled. "It's okay, you'll have a while to talk to him on the way to school." He cares more about his friends than me, Jeff thought.

A few minutes later, Matt yelled, "Come on, Jeff, hurry up! I'm supposed to meet Shane up at school within the next few hours!" Mr. Hardy laughed as he and Jeff made their way over to the truck. Matt and Shane Helms, otherwise known as the Hurricane, had been best friends all their lives, so it was no wonder that they went to the same college.

"Getting a little impatient there, aren't we, Matty?" Mr. Hardy joked. If there was one quality that Matt did not possess, it was impatience, for he usually had loads of patience…except for this day.

Matt shrugged. "Sorry, dad. I'm just so ready to get out of here, plus the fact that it's a long drive." Actually, I gotta figure out how to start living for the moment, he thought to himself. I'm too worried about the future to care about the moment, though. Eh, I'll learn. So the long drive part was false. But one thing was for sure – Matt was indeed ready to leave. His feet were tapping impatiently on the steering wheel. "Nice guitar, Jeff." Matt laughed.

Jeff grinned as he petted it like a dog. "I like my guitar. I should name it." Mr. Hardy shook his head. Jeff had a tendency to name things, no matter what they were.

"Well, let's get going, Jeff." Matt muttered.

Jeff glared at his older brother with his green eyes and sighed, "Alright, alright." He looked over at his dad and smiled sweetly. "Bye, dad. Thanks for my guitar." Jeff made his way to the other side of the truck with his guitar and got in.

"Matty, watch out for him, okay??" Mr. Hardy told Matt as he beamed with pride. Young Jeff had a tendency to get into sticky situations, whereas Matt totally avoided them.

"Don't worry, dad. I will. I'll call you later on tonight." Matt told his father as he pulled out of the driveway, with Jeff and their belongings in tow.

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Miles away, Stephanie McMahon was giving her parents quite a problem. "Daddy, I don't wanna go!" whined Steph as her mother finished putting the rest of her clothes in the trunk of her brother Shane's red Camaro.

"Now Steph, you know your mother and I always wanted you to get a good education," her father, Vince, told her.

"But daddy, I don't wanna leave! This is where all my friends are!!"

"But now it's time to make new friends and move on." her mother, Linda, added. Steph whined as she flipped her brown hair from her face.

"Just because you have a bunch of money doesn't mean that you have to send me away to college! Why can't I stay around here??" Steph's comment was right. Vince and Linda McMahon were pretty much billionaires – they had the mansion, the cars, the connections…and well…pretty much anything you could name.

"Steph, we know you can do it. It's a fresh start for you. And besides, Shane will be there, too…so you won't be entirely alone." Linda told her. "And besides, you have to learn how to do things for yourself." Steph rolled her blue eyes at her older brother, who was laughing hysterically. He just loved to watch his sister whine and complain about how unfair her life supposedly was. Usually he was the one to get her to see things differently.

"But Mom!" Steph whined. "It's bad enough that I'm going to the same college as he is!" Shane was a junior, so he knew the ropes. Steph was a freshman.

"'But Mom, I don't wanna give up my days of going to the mall and trying to pick up guys!!!'" Shane said, mocking Steph, which made her near tears.

"Daddy!" she whined.

Vince hugged his daughter and said to his son, "Now Shane, you know that was unnecessary."

"But dad, it's the damn truth. There's more to life than malls and boys." Shane muttered, his brown eyes flashing with concern.

"And why don't I get to have my car up there, either?? Why do I have to go with Shane??" Steph asked angrily.

Vince sighed at his daughter, and said, "Remember what your mother said. We want to see how you take to the campus life first before deciding on sending your car up there with you."

"And we expect to see good grades also before we make that decision." Linda added. Steph pouted. It seemed that everything she wanted was just out of her reach.

"Come on, Steph. It's really not gonna be that bad. You'll see." Shane said, coaxing her into his shiny red Chevy Camaro. He had gotten it as a present for his 16th birthday. Steph had the same car, except hers was black. Her face was still wet with tears. She glared at her parents and Shane, and got in the car, pouting.

"Goodbye, mom, dad. I won't miss you. And Shane, you're such an asshole."

Linda sighed, "Goodbye, kids." as Shane sped off.

"She'll learn. She's a fighter, just like her dear old dad." Linda chuckled at her husband as he led her back into their huge mansion.

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Meanwhile, miles away from Steph and Shane, Adam Copeland, also known as Edge, was at his house, trying to remember where he had put his car keys. He had done all the packing the night before (his younger brother, Christian, had left it to him), and even some that morning, but he had no idea where he had put his car keys. Without them, he really couldn't go anywhere.

"Damnit!" he yelled. "Where the hell are they??"

His father, who was reading the paper, yelled from the kitchen, "Adam…I know where they are."

"Where are they at??" Edge asked.

His father got up from the table and said, "I'll show you."

Edge followed his father into the living room. He looked on the table and pouted. "Dad, like, they're not here."

"Adam, look."

Edge looked at his father, and followed his finger pointing to where his keys were. His mouth dropped in shock: his keys were in the fish tank!! "Daaaaad!" he groaned. Edge's father put his hand into the fish tank, and got his keys out. "That's kinda gross!"

"Well, I wasn't the one that put them here. You did it last night before you went to bed…remember how dark it gets in here?" Edge's father told him as he dried them off on his shirt.

Edge shrugged. "Alright, so I totally couldn't see. I thought I put them on the shelf." He looked at the shelf above the fish tank and pouted. "Dude, I guess I didn't."

Just then a loud crash was heard upstairs. Edge's father sighed. "Christian must've tripped on something again." Christian was almost as accident-prone as Edge was, in fact, worse.

"Owww!" yelled Christian as he bounded down the steps.

"Hurt yourself again?" asked Edge wearily.

"Yeah, just a little. But it'll go away, totally."

"Totally." Edge grinned. He and Christian looked a lot alike: they were both tall, usually wore sunglasses, and had the long, wavy blonde hair to match. They could pass for twins if they wanted to - almost.

Edge looked over at his father, and his bright smile faded. "I'm gonna miss you, dad."

"I know you will, Adam. But don't worry. You and Christian will always have here to come home to." They hugged each other, and Edge smelled his keys. He wrinkled his nose.

"These keys totally reek of…fishiness."

His father laughed. "That they do."

"Ewww, fish?" Christian made a gagging face. "Yuck!"

Edge looked over at his brother and grinned. "It's time, Christian. Let's go and explore Pennsylvania, man."

Christian went over to his father and hugged him. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, Chris. Be careful." His father sighed as he watched his sons get into Edge's white Chevy Impala, and drive down the street.

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In another town, far far away, Mark Calloway, otherwise known as the Undertaker, was watching his younger brother warily out of the corner of his eye from his front porch. He was finishing putting his television into the trunk of his black Toyota Camry. Sure, Glenn, aka Kane, was going to be a junior this year, but the Undertaker was a big senior now. That meant that he would get what he truly wanted from everyone at that school – respect.

"Everyone will respect me." Undertaker said under his breath as he drank some water. Normally, he'd be drinking beer, but since he and Kane were going in their own cars, he couldn't drink until he got back to campus that night. Since they were on the other side of Pennsylvania, they knew they had a long drive ahead of them. "And if they don't respect me, then I'll force it out of them."

He moved his red bandanna, which was damp with sweat, up away from his face a little more. The heat was scorching, and the Undertaker didn't really like the heat. But being the tough son-of-a-bitch he was, he took it like a man. Kane, who was still packing his car, looked up at his older brother and shook his head. Ever since the Undertaker turned 21 the year before, he thought he was such a badass. Well, of course, he was the most feared man at WWE University since his sophomore year, when he beat up that son-of-a-bitch the Rock to a bloody pulp. He was the most feared man on campus – a position that he most admired. It gave him power. But most of all, it gave him respect.

"Hey, Bro…are you ready to leave yet?" Kane asked from his car.

Undertaker looked down at his watch. It said that it was 1:15. I should get going, he thought. Who knows what sons-of-bitches they put me with this year. All I know is, whoever they are, they'll be the most unluckiest guys on this planet, for they will have to deal with my rules, whether they want to or not.

"I'm on my way, Glenn." Undertaker said as dumped his water on some nearby plants. He dug around for the keys to his red Ford Mustang, got in, and followed Kane out of the driveway.

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Across the state, Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler were busy packing the rest of Stacy's green Jeep Wrangler. Torrie had stayed over the night before, and Stacy's parents had already left for work, so they had the house to themselves. They were juniors now, and at the top of the social scale at WWE University. The two blondes had roomed with each other in East Hall for the past two years, and everyone knew that their bond was pretty much well, unbreakable since they met in junior high. They were popular with everyone, knew the right people to get into parties, and the fact that they were both cheerleaders on the cheerleading squad for the past few years didn't hurt, either.

"Torrie," Stacy asked her best friend, "did you pack the television?"

Torrie looked through the car and found it in the backseat. "Yeah, it's underneath the red bin. See?"

Stacy nodded. "Yeah, as long as we have the television, I'll be fine. I can't miss 'Dawson's Creek,' ya know." The two friends giggled. "I heard they're having tryouts for cheerleading a little later this year." Stacy continued. "The second week of September."

Torrie shrugged. "No big deal. That'll give me more time to perfect my moves." She blinked. "Who's gonna be captain, now that Ivory graduated and moved up into the housing department?"

Stacy shook her head. "Who knows. It could be one of us. I mean, we've been there longer than most of the people on the squad."

Torrie flipped her blonde hair out of her eyes and sighed. "Yeah, hopefully one of us gets captain." And hopefully it's me, she thought. I need some leadership opportunities, too, ya know. When Stacy and Torrie tried out for something at the same time, usually it was Stacy who got the higher spot or standing, which made Torrie jealous. But either way, she was still happy for Stacy since she was her best friend.

They both leaned against the Jeep. "This heat is killing me. I can't wait to get to the air-conditioning in the apartment!" Torrie sighed, pushing her hair out of her face again.

Stacy squealed. "And I can't wait to fix up my room!"

"And the other rooms!" Torrie laughed. Stacy had a penchant for decorating rooms in different color themes. "So what is the theme for this year going to be?"

Stacy itched her nose. "Well, since we are more mature this year, I was thinking of a more mature theme, like black and white, or even dark red and silver."

Torrie scrunched her nose. "Ewww, black and white…that's too much for me to handle."

Stacy stretched her arm. "What about zebra print stuff, though? That's not too much for you."

Torrie shrugged. "I prefer leopard print."

Stacy thought, well, I'll just go with the zebra print, maybe. We'll check out the room whenever we get there. "You know, we have to keep the room looking cool since all the cheerleaders must congregate in our room." Stacy added.

Torrie nodded. "That is if we make it again this year."

Stacy pouted. What the hell is up with her?, she thought. Maybe she's PMSing. Maybe she's really worried about something. I gotta find out! "Torrie, you sure there's nothing wrong?"

Torrie looked at her best friend and nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. It's just that I'm thinking…" Of how I just want to get out of here, she thought. We can move all the stuff in, be bored…and then we can decorate!

Stacy looked at her watch. "Okay, then, well, I think it's time we get outta here. Gotta claim our space, but then again, it takes forever for us to decorate."

Torrie laughed as her best friend had just read her mind. "See, told you I'm fine!" she giggled as she and Stacy got into the Jeep for the short drive to the university.

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Elsewhere, Stone Cold Steve Austin was on his back porch, drinking a Budweiser with his friends The Rock, Test, Debra, Terri, and Lance Storm. They decided that it was uncool to show up for school on move-in day, in fact, it was their tradition. Besides, the drive to school wasn't a long one for them at all. Stone Cold was angry because his spot in the house his friends shared off campus was given to Brock Lesnar, a freshman, and for that, he was very offended – he believed that he had seniority. So now he had to live on campus. For this reason, Shane McMahon, Kevin Nash, and Bubba Ray Dudley weren't on his list of favorite people at the moment. Since Stone Cold was best friends and always on good terms with the Rock, he wasn't mad at him.

"Can you believe that they did that to me?!" Stone Cold yelled, slamming his beer on the table. "After all the shit they put me through, and all the shit I helped them through, this is what I get?" He glared at the Rock. Lance and Test shuddered. Whenever Stone Cold glared like that, they knew he was extremely angry.

Terri took a drag of her cigarette and said, "Stone Cold, dear…just calm down. I'm sure there is a reason for it."

Lance cleared his throat, "What she meant was, there is probably an unfair reason for it."

The Rock took a sip of his Budweiser and said calmly, "The Rock says that it was Kevin and Bubba Ray's idea. They were sick of you crawling up the stairs at 4 in the morning nearly every day, and the fact that they had to wake up and drag your candyass up to your room, you jabroni." Oh, if he only knew the truth, he thought.

"What?!" Stone Cold yelled. Debra, who was sitting next to Stone Cold, grabbed his hand. They had been going together for a year or so, and she knew for a fact that Kevin Nash couldn't stand her.

"Well, I know Kevin can't stand me, so maybe that's another reason why??" Debra offered.

"What?!" asked Stone Cold, taking another sip of his beer.

The Rock raised his eyebrow. "Oh really now?" Oh, the Rock knew that, the Rock thought.

Debra nodded as she took a sip of her beer. "Yeah. I kind of did something to his girl a few years back."

Test laughed as he took another sip of his beer. "Yeah, I remember that…she deserved it, though."

Lance looked around in confusion. "Wait a second. Who was Kevin's girl??"

Terri drank the rest of her beer and said, "Torrie Wilson." Her eyes narrowed. "That slut."

"What about her? She's cool." Lance replied, itching his head.

"Oh, that's right, you weren't around then." Test said, stretching his arms.

"Well, what did you do to her?" Lance asked curiously. The Rock, Debra, Stone Cold, Test, Terri, and Debra all looked at each other uneasily.

"We'll uh, tell you later. Right now, let's focus on the last carefree moments of summer." Terri giggled.

"Carefree, my candyass!" said the Rock. "The Rock is already worrying about passing his exams and getting a piece of pie." Everyone laughed. The Rock, who was arguably the most popular guy at WWE University, never had trouble getting girls – it was just that he had trouble staying with them.

As Stone Cold opened another beer (his sixth), he said, "Who's up for another round? What?! I said who's up for another round?" Almost everyone raised their hands.

"Alright then." Test said as Stone Cold began passing ice cold Budweisers around.

"You know," said Debra, "in addition to being a slut, Torrie is also ugly as hell." Test laughed.

The Rock said, "Hey, now. I wouldn't mind if she tasted some of the Rock's strudel. And Torrie isn't that bad on the eyes."

"Yeah, but Kevin said she's bad in bed." Debra giggled. The friends talked for the next few hours, getting drunk along the way.

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End of Chapter One…