Sticking Together In Vinnieland
Chapter One - Vince's Dream
A/N: I was -somewhat- inspired to do this fic from a dream I had. The dream had -nothing- to do with any of the content in this fic. I'm not exactly sure how my mind came to this, but it just happened. I was also kind of inspired by a song. 'Here (In Your Arms)' by Hellogoodbye. The song also doesn't have anything to do with it. LOLz.
List Of Superstars: (Here are the ones I know of. Might be more added later.)
John Cena
Edge
Undertaker
Kane
DX
Big Show
Carlito
Chris Masters
Ric Flair
Rob Van Dam
Shelton Benjamin
The Hardys
Finlay & Hornswoggle
Bobby Lashley
JBL
Chris Benoit
King Booker
Rey Mysterio
Randy Orton
Umaga & Estrada
Nitro & Mercury
CM Punk
Kevin Thorn
Sabu
Ron Simmons
Mr. Kennedy
Great Khali
Batista
Balls Mahoney
MVP
Miz
Sandman
Hardcore Holly
Snitsky
Gregory Helms
Kenny Dykstra
Test
Supercrazy
Viscera
William Regal
Vito
Mark Henry
The Divas:
Sharmell
Mickie James
Layla El
Ashley Massaro
Michelle McCool
Maria Kanellis
Kristal Marshall
Jillian Hall
Kelly Kelly
Torrie Wilson
Melina Perez
Victoria
Jazz
Ariel
Candice Michelle
Lita
Trish Stratus
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of its employees. And, since I mentioned it in the A/N, I don't own that song either.
Story Summary: When Vince decides to give the Superstars hell, they come up with a plan to blow him out of the water. Can they peacefully co-exist? Or will their bickering bring their genious plan to a screeching halt? There will be lots of pairings.
Chapter Summary: Vince dreams of a brilliant idea to torture his employees.
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"No, damn it. I'm not hungry. I'd like to go to bed now," Vincent Kennedy McMahon yelled at his butler Paolo, who ran away scared.
Vince lagged up to his baseball field-sized bedroom, and dressed in his red satin pajamas, lazily rolling into his bed.
Ever since his wife had left him, Vince had been in a foul mood. He was bitter towards everyone and wanted to cause misery for anyone in his life.
Linda had said she was sick of his obsessive behavior, and preferred someone who was not so hard up. That was when she ran off to Mexico with the twenty-two-year-old pool boy.
Vince grimaced as if he had just swallowed a lemon at the thought. He plopped back in his bed, covering his entire body with his silk comforter.
It wasn't long until he drifted off into a deep sleep. The sad thoughts did not effect him normally. It made no impact on his sleep pattern.
It seemed like the first thing he saw in his dream was all of his Superstars, Divas and Extremists standing before him. They all looked angry, which made Vince smile.
"What are you all doing here?" Vince asked, confused.
"What the hell do you mean, McMahon? You asked us to come here," John Cena piped up. Vince ignored the WWE Champion, as he looked past the large group of Superstars to see where they were located.
Vince gasped at what he saw. What a great idea! He thought to himself.
The epiphany was so groundbreaking, It woke Vince up.
"I have no time to sleep! I've gotta get this in the works!" He shouted to the air.
A Few Days Later
Vince's little 'project' was quite difficult to establish. It took millions of dollars and quite a few new employees. These employees were not wrestlers, though. They were contractors, advertisers, designers, mechanics and various other professionals.
Vince McMahon stood proudly outside of his lovely creation.
"Wait 'til they all get a load of this. They all think I'm crazy. Well, I'll show them crazy!" Vince yelled to himself. (A/N: He does that a lot)
"Mr. McMahon, everything is finished. We're all done here," a man said to him, emerging from Vince's newfound haven.
"Excellent. You know what that means?" Vince asked the man.
"We get a bonus?!" The man asked jokingly. This resulted in a frown from Vince. His trouble earned him a patented Billionaire Bitchslap.
"YOU'RE FIRED!!!" Vince replied thunderously, and the man ran away, obviously about to pee his pants.
"Nope, that's not what it means at all," Vince began, even though the man had already ran away.
"It means it's time to call my oh-so-loyal and trusted employees," he finished, laughing maniacally.
A/N: Yeah, I know. It sucks right now, but it'll get better. I promise :) Ciao!