World War Wrestling

by Danny Kusanagi

All characterizations of peoples in this story are purely fictional and are used for fictional purposes. All wrestlers names or organization or any entity name belongs to their respective companies. So please don't sue. Oh, and I may switch between putting dialogue in quotations and putting them as character lines because I can't keep up with multiple people talkin'. Yeeeeah...

Wrestling is fake. Its a common criticism that many fans of the spectacle have had to deal with one time or another. Its as if detractors feel that fans are all void of sensibility or intelligence. Its as if they want wrestling to disappear. Pro wrestling has a misticism that gives it power over its fans. The power to suspend disbelief. So this tale asks that you suspend your disbelief. It asks you to be a wrestling fan. Because in this place pro wrestling is REAL!!!

Chapter 1: The Descent

WWE, World Wrestling Entertainment. Arguably the top wrestling promotion in the world. Although Vince McMahon could'nt stand some of his wrestlers, he knew that they drew money and he kept them on his payroll. They had no objection obviously. Wrestling was in their blood. True, there were some that were disenchanted. Some who were'nt truly "in it to win it". Although it would've been great to be rid of this excess baggage, he found that the fans were attached to some of them. Vince wanted to stay on top. So he did what fans wanted...

For a while.

Stamford, CT

Sunday 2:03 AM

The phone rings in the middle of the night. Vince awakens in his thousand dollar a night suite. Fancy fabrics and deliciously detailed furniture furnishes the room. Top room for the top guy. Vince picks up the phone, evidently perturbed. He was having such a nice dream about showering in his moneys. It was odd. How could anyone have gotten the number to the room? He did'nt give it out that night.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Good morning, Mr. McMahon. Do you know who this is?" stated a very familiar voice.

"How the HELL did you get this number?"

"I take it you already figured out who this is?"

"Dammit, Bischoff. What the heck do you want? Can't you call me later? Its two in the morning. I got to work tomorrow. Unlike you."

"Oh ho ho. Low blow Vince. Very low. But y'see, I'm willing to forget because now I'm holding all the cards." Vince was puzzled. And tired.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, thats where it gets interesting, Vince. Unless you sign over at least 50 of WWE's stocks over to me, you won't have to find out." Vince could not believe what he had just heard. Was this a threat? Was he serious? Was he high? Eric had nothing.

"I'm gonna pretend I did'nt hear that and hang up with a definite n-!"

"Don't you dare hang up that phone Vince!" interrupted Bischoff "because if you do, so help me things are'nt ever gonna be the same." Vince was getting annoyed with the ambiguousness of the situation.

"Thats it, you bastard, tell me whats going on!" snarled Vince.

"I don't have to tell you a god damn thing, Vince. Take my deal, or I'm taking everything."

"I'd like to see you try, Eric. I'd like to see you waltz in and take the company that left yours in the dust."

"Heh heh. Ask and you shall receive Vince. Here is what I'm gonna propose. Make an announcement on the selling of the shares public before the first half of the next RAW is over. Then, you won't need to worry."

"And if I don't, you smarmy son of a bi-!?"

"Well then, keep on watching RAW, ahole! You and your audience are finally gonna see something exciting for once. Ha hah ahahaha-!" Click, went the phone. McMahon never liked Bischoff. Practical jokes like these were the main reason. He was tired. He would probably forget about this conversation tomorrow.

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St.Louis,MO

Monday 6:04 PM

He did'nt forget. Vince was telling the wrestlers who their opponents for the night were. Cena vs Edge, Umaga vs Carlito, Ric Flair vs-. He stopped. Ric Flair hated Eric Bischoff. Vince knew this. He asked his secretary to get Flair and bring him to his office right away. Perhaps he can tell him about the happenings with Eric Bischoff.

"Ric, have a seat, please." Vince sat at his desk, and Ric followed suit. He was still stylin' and profilin' in his Armani suit. Ric, forgive the term, was a valuable relic from an era of Pro Wrestling that was far superior from today's. A master ring general and psychologist, old age may have deteriorated his body, but never his wrestling spirit.

"Good evenin' Vince. This somethin important?"

"Its a rather sensitive subject. I should've closed the door."

"I got it," said Ric, closing the door for his boss. A classy move from the dirtiest player in the game.

"I was contacted by Eric Bischoff yesterday, Ric."

"That fuing sonuvabitch?! I hope you hung up as soon as he breathed."

"He said some...well... some rather cryptic things. He wants me to sell 50 of WWE's stock shares to him by the time the first half of RAW is over. And he wants me to make it public."

"Surely you hung up then?"

"No," Vince breathed," he threatened to take the entire WWE from my grasp." Vince seemed rather shaken confessing his fear to Ric Flair.

"And you believe that stinkin' LIAR?! Listen Vince, Eric taking over WWE is like the NWA World Title getting back its credibility. It ain't gonna happen. Bischoff tries to make things seem like they're in his favor just to spook ya. But lemme tell ya, that man- if you can call him that- that man is a con artist and he would stoop do havin' intercourse with the devil himself to claw his way back to the top!!!" Vince was taken aback by Flair's animosity. Flair knew Bischoff better than Vince did. Those words quelched his anxiety.

"So I should'nt worry huh?"

"I would bet my career that Bischoff is'nt pulling that fancy sh on us!"

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St. Louis, MO

Monday 8:58 PM

Vince was glued to the monitor. Johnny Nitro was running down Shelton Benjamin for not putting his all into his matches. Shelton was among several of the new generation of wrestlers that Vince felt had the potential, but did'nt try hard enough to meet it. A very gifted aerialist and ground wrestler, Shelton was more than capable to pull off a Match of the Year Candidate.

Shelton smacked the mic out of Nitro's hand. He's heard enough from the pretty boy heel, Nitro. Shelton unloaded with a couple punches and Irish whipped Johnny boy into the ropes. As he bounced back, Shelton hit him with a short arm clothesline. Johnny rolled out the ring after falling and high tailed it out of the there. He was'nt ready for a fight it seemed.

"What a puy," said McMahon about Nitro. Or was it to Eric Bischoff? Afterall, it was after 9. Half the show was over and nothing had happened."Flair was right, heh heh." He chuckled.

9:50 PM

The Main Event: Edge vs Cena.

In what appeared to be the final stretch of their bitter rivalry revisited, Edge had been able to counter the first 4 Moves of Doom. Block the punch; Sidestep the shoulder block; hurricanrana out of the spin out bomb; Spear to counter the Five Knuckle shuffle; and an Edge-O-Matic from the F-U postion. Even if Cena was able to get him with all the moves, the F-U was constantly countered. He rose in a daze after the third Edge-O-Matic from the F-U position The rivalry was reaching the climax. Edge was exhausted and begged Cena to rise up and become the victim to his Spear.

Although they were scarce, John Cena derived all the strength he could from the chants of only a few people. His lack of dominance in the match had caused many of his supporters to turn their back on him. They were on Edge's side. However, the bigger the odds stacked against him, Cena seemed to become stronger. Perhaps it was his constant aim to prove himself worthy that drove to reach deep inside and come back from behind. Cena used his 'ring presence' to note that he was standing by the turnbuckle. If he was fast enough, he could use a drop-toe hold on Edge when he came at him with the Spear. But he had to get up quickly before Edge bored of waiting for him to get up.

So his plan was set in motion. Cena struggled to get up. Edge began to run-!

CRASH!!!!!!

The ring collapsed. Edge stumbled and rolled, stopping at Cena's feet. Cena had just gotten up again and looked hella confused. Smoke bombs went off throught the ringside area. Frightened of a potential terroist threat, many of the paying crowd ran off without seeing a conclusion to the rival's bitter feud. This went on for several minutes. Vince made his way to ringside, bringing his signature power walk along with an extra dose of rage. The smoke began to clear. In the middle of the ring stood... Eric Bischoff!

Edge was subdued by a man that he seemed to be very familiar with. And indeed he was familiar with him because it was none other than Christian Cage. And as John Cena was being held by the man with the largest arms in the word, big poppa pump Scott Steiner.

Cena:Awww snap! Who be startin' this mess!?

Scott: Shut it up, Vanilla Ice. From now on we're runnin the show!

Christian: Been a long time, has'nt it, old buddy of mine?

Edge: What the hell are you doing here, Christian?

Christian: Maybe if you shut your mouth and listened for once, you'd have held on to your WWE Title longer.

Edge: You asked me a question first...

Christian: ...Shut up...

Vince steamed. His rage and presence could be felt throughout the arena, intimidating just about every non-wrestler in the arena, save Eric Bischoff. Bischoff carried a large smile and merely glared at the WWE chairman.

Bischoff:It seems your a little surprised to see me Vince. What? Did'nt think I'd have the balls to show up? I warned you.

McMahon: Alright, your have 5 seconds to leave my ring, or else, I'm gonna get in there and beat you so bad, the police will have to arrest your MANGLED CARCASS!

Bischoff::I'm afraid its not your ring anymore. And I'm also afraid that, you dont seem to notice I have all the power at the moment.

Bischoff backed up a little when Vince approached but Vince did not realize that a man under his previous employment was about to GORE him!!! RHINO tackled the Chairman of WWE with explosive power out of nowhere, sending Vince flying towards the barricade. Rhino snorted. Eric laughed. Vince held his abdomen in pain.

Vince: Wha... What the hell is going on?

Bischoff: Why dont you ask Linda, Vince? I'm sure she'll fill you in. Now get these has-beens outta here.

At his command, a security force of about twenty men joined Steiner and Christian to escort their captives out of the arena. Vince, still crippled (both physically and spiritually) did not resist when a single security officer carried him to the back exit...

"Linda," Vince said, while he was taken down the darkening hallways, "what did you do?"

To Be Continued...

Next Time: Find out how Bischoff was able to seize control of WWE and what Vince plans on doing to get it back. Plus, after Vince's dethronement, a rift is caused between his former employees to choose sides. Who will align with Bischoff? Who will stay loyal to Vince? And what the heck were Christian Cage, Steiner, and Rhino doing with Eric? All these questions you're probably not asking will be answered... next time.