Saints Row the Third (WWE STYLE)
Chapter 1: Prologue/ When Good Heists, go bad
A/N: So here's the first chapter of saints row the third wwe style, hope you all will follow and like it.
Conquest.
The Story of human history.
Since time immemorial, great leaders have risen from humble beginnings to…
Do shit.
And so it was with the THIRD STREET SAINTS. Since conquering Stilwater, the once small-time street gang has evolved into a media empire. A Saints movie is in development. EDDIE GUERRERO and TRISH STRATUS are pop-culture icons. And TITUS… who gives a fuck about Titus? The point is, the saints are on the world stage and every criminal organization wants their crown. It was only a matter of time before one of them took the fight to the saints.
It all started with a commercial, Titus was starring in. He was getting the shit kicked out of him, by unknown gang members, until a purple light shined upon them. Titus looked from the ground and saw a can of Saints Flow. The can gave him his very own can, to give him some strength. As titus drunk the can, he felt power going through his body, and blew everybody away. He gave one gang member a karate kick, and another to two of 'em, a clothesline to one of 'em, and another kick to one of 'em, and one final kick to the last member, and conjured up a fireball and blew it at the gang member. He grabbed a basketball and did a slam-dunk, and said his line, while holding can of SAINTS FLOW. "SUPER EXCELLENCE!"
End of commercial
STILWATER 1ST NATIONAL BANK
"Japanese commercials, easiest money you'll ever make." Said The Miz, while holding his I-Phone. Eddie, Trish, and Mike were standing in an elevator. Eddie grabbed a couple of guns, and gave them to Trish and mike. "Grand larceny is right up there, you ready for this?" Asked Eddie. "No worries, I do my own stunts." Said Mike, while twirling both of his guns. "Hey, you're just a ride-along man, so don't get all Hong Kong style, in there." Said Trish, while turning on her voice identificator. "I am a method actor, if I'm gonna play a saint, with any degree of emotional truth, I gotta make it real." Said Mike, also turning on his voice indentificator. Trish rolled her eyes, as the elevator door opened, with John Cena standing there in an Eddie Guerrero costume, with a gun in his hand. "Trust me Mizanin, it'll be real." Said John, while cocking his gun. "You're robbing a bank dressed as yourselves?" asked Mike. "Hell yeah, who don't want to be Eddie Guerrero?" asked Eddie, pulling on a Guerrero mask. "Altrad-post monardism….I love it." Said Mike, while also pulling on a Guerrero mask. They all walked into the bank, while Trish was asking john something. "I'm cool with the saints movie, but do we really have to drag this asshole actor around?" asked Trish. "Cut mike some slack, he just researching his part." Responded John. "Yeah, I hope he signed a waiver." Said Trish. John shot two bullets in the air, to scare the innocent people, while shouting. "All right people." Mike jumped on a desk, twirling his guns, while shouting. "NOBODY MOVES, NOBODY DIES!" "Mizanin!" yelled Eddie. "Sorry, jumped his line, can we... Uh, can we go again?" asked mike. "You all know the drill." Said John, while sitting on the desk, pointing the gun at everyone. One of the innocents asked to take a picture with john, while mike was pointing a gun at an elderly worker. "Get in line, bitch." Said Mike. "Hey, don't be a dick," said Trish, in her normal voice. "You call yourselves gang bangers, you're a bunch of pussies, we should be in all up in their shit, like-"said mike, before he turned around and saw the old woman pull out a gun and point it at him. "FUCK!" yelled Mike, while ducking. Everyone at the front desk, pulled out a gun pointed it at the saints. John looked up at the window and saw a couple of people in black and red running. "Well, that different." Said John. They all started running for the desk, for cover. "You got a plan, or are we all just shooting these mother fuckers?" asked Eddie. "That is my plan." Responded John. "Works for me." Said Eddie. He got up and grabbed one of the security guards. Eddie, John, Trish, and Mike shot all the workers at the front desk, and ran to the back. They all waited for Eddie to kick in the second back door. The people in black and red, john saw were shooting at them. After shooting them all up, they went to the vault. Mike was bended over, breathing hard. "I…I can't breath." Said Mike. Trish pulled the mask off of his head, while making a sound. Eddie pounded on the vault, attempting to open the vault. "No way are we cracking this thing, ready for plan B?" asked Eddie. "Mike, get over here." Said John. "Got the tools right here, homes." Said Mike. He turned around, as john opened the duffel bag, which was on mike's shoulder. "So what's Plan B, we drill it?" asked Mike, curiously, while john was getting the tools. "Fuck no, we blow it." Responded Eddie. "WHAT?!" said Mike. "Not cool man!" Said Mike. John grabbed the bomb, while saying "Time to get to work." There plan was going perfectly, no one, not even MIKE, can ruin it, until they got up the stairs. When they ran up the stairs, a teenage girl in a purple hoody, was asking for john's autograph, while mike was asking to sign her boobs. John ran to a certain spot and planted the bomb. They all ran for cover. "KABOOM!" the bomb exploded. John, Trish, and Eddie ran from cover, while mike was still under a table. John, Trish, and Eddie stood there and looked at the giant hole, the bomb made. "Let's get the chopper, and lift this baby outta here." Said John. "Hey guys, you can call off the helicopter, I found a way to open the vault!" said Mike. He saw a red button on the bottom of the table; he was hiding under, and pressed it. "DON'T TOUCH IT!" yelled Eddie. As he pressed it, an alarm went off. "Mike, are you trying to get us all jail time?" asked Trish. "What? I don't wanna be some dude's bitch!" said Mike. Mike got scared and ran off. "Do I have to go after him?" asked Trish. "Forget about it, he'll be fine" said Eddie. They all waited for two waves of SWAT officers and a attack chopper, to occupy themselves, while they wait for their helicopter. They kept shooting, and shooting, until the chopper arrived. "Here's our ride." Announced Trish. John ran and slid onto the top of the vault, and hooked the vault to the chopper, motioning them to go, and pulled out his gun. He shot another wave of SWAT officers, and helicopters, and that same chopper, he saw. He kept shooting the chopper, until it broke down and crashed into the vault. "That's right, don't fuck with… oh no, no, no!" yelled John. The vault fell down along with the helicopter; he jumped onto the edge of the building, and rolled on his back. Until more SWAT officers crowded and pointed their guns at him. "Well…shit." Said John
A/N: Okay, that was the first chapter of this fantastic story, this took me a very long time to type, but it was worth it, I hope you all comment on this, and tell me what you think. AND also, I hope to get a lot of reviews on this story.
