A/N: See what I mean? Vince wanted nothing to happen to Vickie, Teddy, and Stephanie...and something was done—unfortunately, LOL. Also, $900,000,000,000 Iranian rials equals approximately $93,842,865.78 US dollars...imagine having all that money!!

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Chapter 2- A New Day

Things were going to change in the WWE, since there were three new General Managers in office.

As planned, John took over SmackDown, Dave controlled Raw, and Randy extended his power over ECW. Michelle and Ken decided to assist John with SD, Dave appointed Phil to help him with Raw, and both Hardys decided to help Randy with ECW.

Of course, what day would begin without Dave calling a meeting?

None, actually. As leader, there was never a day where he didn't think to call the others to discuss what the day would bring them.

"Now," he began, "Since we have somehow managed to take over this pathetic corporation, what do you think we should do first?"

"Get rid of Vince?" Phil asked, a smile on his face.

"Besides that," Randy interrupted. "I don't think that was what Dave meant—or was it, big man?"

"That would be a start," Dave replied. "It would be great to be rid of Vince and his family, but what if we kept them around? Just to play with?"

"That would be nice for me and Michelle," Phil replied.

John glared at him. "What exactly do you mean? Oh, wait, you mean that Michelle can seduce Shane to his death or something...impressive. But what of Linda, Vince, and that annoying son of a bitch Hunter?" he asked.

Now it was Dave's turn to smile.

"Leave Hunter to me," he grinned wickedly. "He is a thorn in my side. It'll be nice to destroy him myself."

"And let me get rid of Vince," Randy growled. "I should have killed him for slapping me."

"Simmer down, Rand," Matt said. "We don't need the room catching on fire." Randy's fits of anger were capable of causing harm to anything—including fires.

"I am calm," Randy said. "That man makes my blood boil."

Dave glanced over at him. "You are not. It's very noticeable that you aren't. Don't worry—you can hurt Vince at some point. But not now."

"Works for me—Matt and Jeff can help me with that." Randy sat there and cupped his chin in his hands.

"Good—Michelle?" Dave went right into the next order of business. "How is it going with Edge?"

Michelle's face turned green. "Ick," she muttered. "That mortal is the most annoying thing I have ever met. I want to kill him now, but Ken and Phil won't let me. It seems to me like he'll fuck anything that has legs—other than Vickie."

"Who isn't around anymore—and he also doesn't know that," Ken said. "Maybe you should disguise yourself as her and fool him into thinking that you're her?"

"That way, when you get tired of him," Jeff said, "you can rid yourself of him."

"Good idea," Michelle replied. "That shouldn't be too long—I'll get tired of him faster than you can think of a way to get rid of Vince."

Randy huffed. "You wanna bet, Michelle?" he asked, a smirk on his face. "I honestly bet you WON'T tire of him. I think you'll make him into one of your toys and decide to keep him. Eww, what a horrible thought I had," he groaned, clutching his stomach.

"Oh, shut up," Ken said to him. "Leave her alone—it's not her fault she has to deal with that loser."

"Wanna make me?" Randy asked, his eyes turning black.

"You two act like bitches," Matt grumbled. "Knock it off, will you?"

"That's because they ARE bitches," Phil joked.

"I agree," Jeff said, nodding his head. "Only bitches like them fight over dumb shit—and trust me, this is dumb."

Dave cleared his throat. "Can we get back to the meeting, please?" he asked.

"He started it," Michelle said, pointing at Randy.

"I know," Dave reassured her. "We've had to deal with him so long, I just ignore it sometimes. You all know that."

"Yeah," everyone said.

"Anyway," Dave said. "The day's just started. So we need to find something to do when everyone else has their matches. Any ideas?"

"Well," Jeff said, "why don't you General Managers just go ahead and plan matches all day—put people in at least 3 each show if they piss you off—like the time Vince put Hunter in 3 matches at No Mercy '07? And the other time on SD where Vickie put him in 3 matches in one night as well, remember?"

Dave laughed. "I do remember that—that was painful to watch. But I also had to concentrate on my own match with Khali. I'm surprised I survived that match. Maybe that's not a bad idea. What do you and Randy think about that, John?"

"I think that, by far, is the most interesting idea," John said. "What do you think, Randy?"

Randy responded to the question by snoring—he had fallen asleep. Phil had to kick him awake.

"Huh? Oh, sorry—I didn't sleep well last night. I had all these dreams and shit—stuff we don't usually worry about," Randy explained.

"I was telling Dave that there should be more than one match if they piss you guys off," Jeff told him.

"Oh, like the time Hunter got that punishment," Randy replied. "I like it! Maybe Edge should be the first one to get that," he added.

"Hm, I got better plans for that guy," John growled. "And I'm going to be needing both Ken and Michelle's help in executing that plan."

"Oh, really...what exactly are we going to do to poor Adam?" Ken asked.

"You'll see," John said. "Just make sure he gets his ass kicked in the next match he has—and then we'll work out the rest."

"Hm," Ken said. "Then that means you had better put me in a match against him. And have Michelle—I mean Vickiekins over here—announce that I'll be going against her 'hubby' and if he loses, then he has to leave the WWE—forever. Or something like that."

Michelle clapped her hands. "Very well thought out, Ken. I knew there was a reason Big Dave kept you around."

"Ha ha, very funny," Ken hissed.

"I try," Michelle replied.

"Anyway, before we break, because I don't see this going anywhere," Dave said. "How about we try to keep a low profile? Any slip ups, and someone is bound to send us back to those dratted caves. Understand?"

"Yes," everyone chorused.

"Good. Now go, the lot of you. Randy, John, and I have to plot out those matches you want us to make so bad," Dave said.

"Yes, sir," Michelle said, ushering the rest out of the conference room.

"Behave yourselves," John warned. "Or else."

No one dared ask what the "or else" was. That was warning enough, coming from the henchmen of the elder djinn.

"We will," Phil replied, trying not to laugh. Since he was the last to leave the room, he shut the door behind him.

"That was interesting," Randy muttered.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dave asked. "Your fucking ass was asleep most of the time."

"I was trying to block out Ken and Michelle's bickering. I couldn't help it," Randy retorted. "You'd do the same too."

"Hey, having him asleep was a good thing—until he woke up," John pointed out.

"True," Dave said, frowning. "But, really, what are we going to do about Vince? And Linda?"

"The real question is what to do about Shane. Once he hears his sister is dead, he's going to want someone's head for her death—possibly mine," Randy said. "You know that fucker can't stand me."

"Yeah. We know, Randy—just don't do anything to him yet," John said.

"Why the hell not? Just one punt to his skull will be all the punishment I need to dish out." Randy was serious at this point.

"Ugh," John growled, his face a dark shade of green.

"What?" Randy and Dave turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Had a mental image of Edge and Michelle again. I think I'm gonna hurl," John replied. He willed a trash can to his side—just in case he really needed to expunge his last meal.

"That is a bad idea," Dave murmured. "So, let's get down to business. Edge vs. Ken. That way, when Ken beats him, he's banished from the WWE forever—and Michelle's stomach can once again be at ease."

"Very good," Randy clapped his hands together. "That way, I wouldn't have to hear his bullshit ranting and raving anymore. I don't understand how Vince dealt with it."

"He didn't have to," John said. "Vickie had to."

That last remark sent Dave into a laughing fit. "That was hilarious. He's your issue on SD—I'm more than happy to help so he doesn't wind up on Raw. Phil would murder him if that happened."

"I'm glad he never showed up on ECW," Randy said. "Because I would let that new fucker Swagger knock him out."

"If he does try before Ken puts him six feet under, please let Swagger have some fun with him," John said, his eyes turning green. "I'd love to see that happen."

"And since Swagger is ECW Champion," Randy pointed out, "why don't you and I make a little wager, John?"

"What are you playing at, Randy?" John asked.

"I bet you that Swagger will make an appearance during Ken's match with Edge."

Dave's ears perked up at the sound of a bet being made. "I want in on this, even though my brand isn't a part of it."

"That is fine with me. John?" Randy asked.

"Fine with me. How much you wanna bet?" John asked them.

"Nine hundred billion rials," Randy replied.

"Dave?" John asked. "How much do you want to put in?"

"I'll bet the same as Randy," Dave answered.

"All right then," John said. "You two have a deal. "Swagger interferes, which I doubt will happen, I owe you both about $94 million US dollars. He doesn't interfere, you both owe me that amount of money."

"Agreed," Randy and Dave replied.

"Good. Now what's on the Raw front?" he asked.

"Well, how about I put Regal in a match against...oh, let's say Mike Knox, with Regal as the victor?" Dave asked. "Too harsh?"

"No! I like that one," Randy replied. "Makes me want to put a crazy match like that together for ECW, except I'll use the Divas. How about Katie Lea vs. Alicia Fox? It's already been done, but I will have the writers write Alicia as the victor in that one, since I think she's got potential."

"Sounds good—but it seems like you're just saying that so you can get into her pants," Dave said, smirking.

"That I do. I can imagine that already—and tasting that sweet pussy of hers would have me in my own personal hell," Randy replied, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"Damn, is that all you think about?" John asked, completely bewildered.

"Hell yeah. When you're imprisoned in a cave for centuries, all you would think about is tapping the first piece of ass you see. And, when we were freed from that hell, I saw her the first time I walked in here," Randy said.

"Hm, now I think I'm going to hurl," Dave murmured, grabbing the trash can from John.

"Hey now! Get your own," John yelled.

"Don't tell me that there isn't a Diva you'd want to fuck senseless," Randy hissed.

"Actually," John began, "there is. And that would be Beth Phoenix."

"You must be on crack," Dave said, howling with laughter.

"God, there's something about a woman with as much power as her that drives me wild," John continued. "But what an idiot she's with—Santino needs to go bye-bye, and this Persian Warrior needs to get into her pants—bad."

"Hm, again, you must be on crack," Dave repeated, still howling with laughter. "But you're right about the Persian Warrior thing. We have tons of stamina that needs to be unleashed onto these mortal women."

"Oh, ha ha, asshole. Please tell me there is someone you're dying to give a good fucking to," Randy and John said, getting frustrated with him.

"There is, but I ain't telling you."

Randy and John looked at each other. "This is too easy. Layla?"

"Hell freaking no. As much as I can't stand his ass, Regal got a decent woman for himself," Dave grunted.

"Okay," John said. "Kelly Kelly?"

"Too young for his taste," Randy reminded him.

"Oh, that's true," John muttered. "Well, it can't be Victoria, because she just retired."

"Keep guessing." Dave had gone back into one of his laughing fits. "This is fun."

"Fun for your freaking ass," Randy growled.

"Exactly," Dave growled back. "Give up?"

"Hell fucking no!" John hissed.

"Let's see—it has to be Melina," Randy guessed.

"Barf—that girl's screaming drives me mad," Dave said, shuddering.

"Okay, no Melina. Uh, how about Maria?"

"Are you two on drugs?" Dave was beyond exasperated at this point.

"Okay, so it's not Maria. Who the fuck is it then, Big Man?" Randy asked.

"Lillian. She makes my blood boil like Mt. Vesuvius—my GOD," Dave answered.

"I have to agree, she is smoking hot," John replied.

"I second that," Randy said, fanning himself off. "She's gorgeous."

"Anyway," Dave said, clearing his throat again. "So, the first three matches of our reign of terror are set. Ken will take on Edge, Katie Lea will take on Alicia Fox, and Regal faces Mike Knox. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Also," John pointed out. "Don't forget the bet. Swagger interferes, $94 million goes to you two. He doesn't interfere, you both owe me $94 million."

"For the love of God, we know," Randy groaned.

"I think we should adjourn for now," Dave said. "We can get the matches ready—and then come back and plan more havoc to wreak. Are we good?"

"Absolutely," John replied.

"Of course," Randy said, getting up from his chair.

"Good—then we'll meet in a few hours. Meeting adjourned."

Too bad the rest of the WWE didn't realize they were in for a world of trouble—for their lives were about to change—permanently.