What If?
What if Wrestlemania ended differently? What if different alliances formed?
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Backstage at the Wrestlemania arena, a man and a woman stood, talking. The lights were off, since no one of the crew had arrived yet. The people talking were glad that the lights were off.
"You know your cue, I assume, right Chris?" The woman said. From afar, you could see her long, blonde hair flip over her back. The man's silhouette moved. His head nodded yes. "When you slap Vince, and then Steph lunges you, Y2J saves the day!"
The woman smiled. She pulled Chris closer to her, and ran her hands over his chest. "Exactly," She whispered. "Finally… FINALLY we screwed the McMahons!" The lights flicked on. "All right, it's not safe to be here, Trish," Chris said.
Trish nodded. "Let me go fetch Linda." Chris nodded. Before Trish left, he grabbed her arm. "Wait." Trish spun around. "What?" Chris leaned in and kissed her. "I love you."
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"Oh my god! Shane McMahon just dropkicked a trashcan into his father's abdomen!" JR shouted. Paul started to cry. "Oh, good lord! Show your father some respect!" JR sighed. "Shut up, Paul."
Trish, pretending to look horrified, glanced at the Titantron. The countdown was supposed to start any moment. Trish would have to take charge. Vince stood up, grasping for Trish. She pulled him closer, and he waited for a kiss. Instead, he got a raw slap across the cheek.
Vince, rubbing his jaw, looked shocked and stunned. Stephanie growled and lunged Trish, who ran from the steps and around the apron.
2J… 2J…2J… YEAH, COME ON, YOU KNOW I GOT YOU, YEAH… COME ON, BREAK THE WALLS DOWN! (BREAK DOWN THE WALLS)
The crowd cheered, and Chris stepped out from the shadows. Chris ran into the ring, helped Shane up, and kicked Vince in the stomach. Shane looked, dazed, at Chris. "What the hell?" He asked, gripping his arm. "Don't worry about it. Trish and I are about to get your ticket out of here."
Shane, more dazed than ever, said, "what? Okay." Chris got Vince down again, and climbed the ropes. A perfect lionsault! Sliding out of the ring, Chris pulled Trish away from Stephanie and put him behind her. "What the hell are you doing?" Stephanie spat, throwing her hand back.
"This isn't in the script!" She slapped Chris hard across the cheek. Chris chuckled. "Oh, oh, oh… Two cent ho, you wished you hadn't done that." He knocked her down, and put her in the Walls of Jericho. After about three seconds, he dropped her, and slid back into the ring, with Trish.
Shane had his father in the pin. One, two, three! "HERE IS YOUR WINNER… SHANE O MAC!" All three of the young superstars slid out of the ring. Trish smiled as Chris put his arm around her waist, and Shane put his arm around her neck. All three of them walked out of the arena, laughing.