"Bullet Club Invades WWE"

Rating: T for Mild Language and Violence

Summary: The Bullet Club has ruled all throughout professional wrestling. But now, they want to rule one more piece of land: WWE. They, of course, will have to take it from the palm of evil Mr. McMahon's hands in order to do it. Will they succeed in this turbulent journey?

Characters: You'll find out who's part of Bullet Club as the story goes on. That way, you'll be surprised.

Fandom: Wrestling

Disclaimer: UltimateWarriorFan4Ever and I obviously do not own any wrestlers owned and associated with WWE or pretty much anyone from the Bullet Club whatsoever. Just so we're absolutely clear on this.

Chapter 1: Prologue/A Plan Is Made

"So, time definitely flies in this time and age, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm already feeling old as it is."

Said the voices of two men who were chuckling out just for the nick of fun itself. Both of the men who were laughing inside of the limo that the two were riding in so far had black hair with a ponytail and dressed in a black jacket and pants with tassels on them while the other had the same thing that his partner had on, but his hair color looked sorta different, resembling somewhat of a dirty blonde color.

And with them of course were a couple of tag team belts that was sitting in their respective seats, obviously as a sign to where the couple of guys that were riding inside the limousine had won them. It was to no surprise that those belts had belonged to the revolutionary indy wrestling group known as Ring Of Honor, and it was clear who was wearing those belts already:

Matt and Nick Jackson, better known to every wrestling fan worldwide as The Young Bucks.

And right now, they were busy enjoying a nice round of the best damn deep dish pizza they ever found at Chicago, which obviously was the same place where a certain wrestling show was being held. Once they figured out what that 'show' was, they knew the place to go to at a time like this:

The Embassy Suites in downtown Chicago.

Of course, it was definitely considered to be the best five-star hotels all around America with all the continental breakfast that the Young Bucks could have all to themselves and an indoor swimming pool for them to cool off in. It was clear that they didn't have time to eat nor take a swim. Once they stepped out of the limo, Matt immediately shut the door behind him, forcing the two to immediately enter the hotel altogether. Once the two immediately got inside, the first thing both Jacksons did was approach the receptionist that greeted the team with a smile.

"Hello and welcome to the Embassy Suites, how may I help you?" The receptionist, who was named Sharon to be exact, said to them nicely.

"Um, yes… we are here to know which room Mr. Rhodes is in. We're actually his -ahem- business partners, to be exact." Nick Jackson replied nicely to the woman.

"Well, of course, let me check on the computer here." Sharon said as she immediately typed nonchalantly on the computer, trying to figure out which hotel room that their co-leader, Cody Rhodes, had resided.

It took her a good few minutes until an official confirmation was made on the computer, forcing the receptionist to look at the Young Bucks with a smile, "Okay, it seems to me that Mr. Rhodes's room is located at 5th floor, Room 5."

"Thank you very much, have a nice day, miss." Nick nodded out as he and Matt immediately waved her goodbye before making their way through the elevator.

The two had entered inside the elevator while Nick managed to find the button where the 5th floor was located. Once he pressed it, the elevator was closed all the way, forcing the machine to lift up the Young Bucks while the song "Longer" by Dan Fogelberg greeted their ears, much to their annoyance. (I won't lie, it's a pretty romantic song, knowing that my friend, UltimateWarriorFan4Ever pretty much listens to all kinds of rock songs)

"Did I ever mention to you that I hate elevator music?" Matt said to Nick with a smirk.

"As a matter of fact you did told me that before, bro." Nick replied with a grin on his face.

Luckily for them, the sappy love song from the 80's immediately died out once the 'DING' sound was heard, forcing the elevator to open up and letting the Young Bucks step out of it right away.

"Thank goodness I don't have to hear it anymore." sighed Nick out of relief.

"Next time, they should at least play something less painful like Metallica." Matt replied right away.

"Yeah I doubt that hotels like this one will ever do that, due to their so-called class." Nick stated.

It wouldn't be long before the two immediately stood outside the door, where the official leader of the Bullet Club, Cody Rhodes, had resided inside.

"Allow me." Nick said to Matt, forcing his brother and partner to step away while Nick dusted off his fist and knocked on the door around three times.

The two immediately waited around for a good minute before the sound of approaching footsteps were being heard inside, forcing the Young Bucks to be as clean and straight-faced as ever. Once that was being taken care of, the doorknob twisted all the way and opened it up, revealing to be none other than the "American Nightmare" himself, Cody Rhodes, who greeted his partners with a smile.

"Well, it's about time you showed up boys." smirked the former Ring of Honor Champion.

Matt immediately smirked back at Cody and said, "Yeah, their boring lovey-dovey elevator music almost got us tired."

"You're in luck then," nodded Cody. "Come right inside boys, I got something important I need to discuss with you."

Both Matt and Nick Jackson immediately caught his signal, forcing them to enter inside Cody's room with the smell of fresh April flowers greeting their noses. With a smell like that, the two would have assumed that scent brought out that spotless hotel room feeling. It was no surprise that they actually saw it coming as well, seeing not one ounce of mess being shown all around Cody's hotel room at all. No messy bed sheets, no broken windows, not one ounce of clothing being draped around the HD TV or perhaps the clothes drawer. It was perfect and just right as usual.

"Come take a seat. Help yourself to the wine cooler if you want." Cody said, gesturing over to the strawberry wine cooler sitting on the nightstand where his bed was.

The two men immediately fought over the bottle of booze right at the same time Cody was checking around his briefcase full of multiple files. Some involved game plans of their wrestling matches and some involving info on the opponents they were facing back at Ring of Honor. They were arranged alphabetically so that it would be a little easier for Cody to search right around for the right file. Once he got to the "M" section, Cody pulled it out right away and headed to the hotel room table where Matt and Nick immediately did away with the wine cooler in no time.

"So Cody, what did you wanna share with us about?" Matt asked while he poured some of the wine cooler around his glass.

"Well, it's that simple, fellas…" Cody said as he laid the file he chose on the table, "We're dealing with this."

Not knowing what he was talking about, both the Young Bucks looked down on the file, only to have a combination of shock and surprise once they found out the familiar last name written on the file:

McMAHON.

Once Matt saw that last name in his eyes, he immediately uttered out to Cody, "Wait a minute… is that-"

"Yes gentlemen, this file contains the information of the Bullet Club's biggest nemesis," Cody explained to his fellow Bullet Club allies. "The Chairman of WWE… Vincent Kennedy McMahon!"

"No way." Nick said in amazement.

"And not to mention he was my FORMER boss," Cody added to the statement that he said not too long ago, "He's the man that not only screwed me out of my BIG push in WWE, but he's also been the one that's been screwing my family for way too long."

Hearing the angry attitude that was spewing out of Cody's mouth like a fire-breathing dragon, Matt and Nick Jackson immediately understood the words he was saying one at a time, forcing the team to listen to Cody even closer.

"Oh yeah, he's professional wrestling's most evil man." groaned Matt.

"He's the bastard that ruined the careers of many great talented people, who in our opinion deserved their shots to be big stars in WWE." Nick continued on with an angry look on his face.

"This includes our former Bullet Club friends Gallows, Anderson and our group's very first leader… Finn Balor." Matt finished up.

"I was actually gonna get to those statements myself until you two kinda beat me to it," Cody sternly added before chuckling, "But I guess I can let that slide. What I won't let slide is the fact that for years, Vince has always favored the ones he let lead his corrupt corporation to the top."

"You're not kidding, Cody!" Nick shook his head in disgust. "Vince McMahon has made the WWE completely bias. Even more bias than FOX News!"

"I don't blame you, I mean, look at the names Vince has been using to push his agenda," Cody said before naming the people one-by-one for Matt and Nick to listen, "Hulk Hogan, Brock Lesnar, The Undertaker, John Cena, his bastard son-in-law Triple H, and not to mention his little pet project, Roman Reigns. He's got all of these fans fooled like sheep and wrapped around his tiny little finger."

"I see," Matt nodded out, "What do you think we do about this?"

With another smirk around his lips, Cody said these words with pure understanding:

"It's easy, guys. We're taking over."

"Whoa, are you actually serious?!" Matt said with bulging eyes.

"I guess you can put it as dead serious, boys." Cody truthfully nodded, "These loyal wrestling fans are so damn sick and tired of seeing Vince push his weight down their throats for so long that if someone isn't gonna do something about it, WE WILL. If Vince doesn't wanna give them what THEY want, WE WILL. If Vince doesn't wanna push real deserving wrestlers, WE WILL."

Hearing what Cody had to say, Matt and Nick stood in shock for about a minute. After thinking this through, Matt and Nick came to the conclusion and decide to go with his option.

"You know what, Cody?" Matt said. "You are absolutely right on the market."

"Totally!" Nick commented. "I say it is time for us: The Bullet Club, to stand up for the the rights of the wrestlers and the fans."

Cody grinned at the sight of his fellow Bullet Club friends, joining in on his idea. However he knew that in order for this plot to occur, they would have to get the rest of Bullet Club to join in. It was gonna be hard, but he had confidence in himself that IT can work.

He immediately followed that confidence with a single pour of strawberry wine cooler inside his glass, immediately toasting to his two Bullet Club members, "Matt and Nick, let's enjoy this to the bone. For tonight, we make sure Vince and his little so-called company go down with a bullet. Cheers."

"CHEERS!" Matt and Nick shouted as well before downing their drinks respectively.

They knew that tonight would be their night. The only thing that was on their mind so far was this:

Waiting for the right time to strike.

Wow, this is like the quickest me and my partner had ever written for a story like this. Weird, huh?

What will happen when Bullet Club does what the title insists? How will they make an impact, you ask? Next chapter will be coming up soon, so make sure you read and review to see what happens next. Until then, be smart, be safe and get the f**k off the dance floor. I know, it's a George Carlin reference. I kinda thought of it myself (well, UltimateWarriorFan4Ever did anyway.)