State of Takeover: Cause That's How I Roll! by Instant Classic Superstar Pac

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Rating: T

Summary: Right as she declares unfinished business, Captain Charisma suddenly returns and is talking to her. The result is the first seed of a new Coalition set to turn the world upside down. (Christian, Maryse, Tomko, Morrison, Miz, and an eventual pairing.)

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NOTE: Once again, I feel like I took a bit too long. But this is actually a chapter of many parts, so I hope you guys can enjoy the material I got here.

Well, no sense in wasting time. Read on, peoples.

Chapter 7: Working Plotlines

Part 1

Event Date: Monday, October 6, 2008

Location: taking a drive in Seattle, WA

On their way to KeyArena in Seattle, where tonight's Raw was to be held, the Christian Coalition were riding down I-5 in a maroon Range Rover Sport, a good five-seat ride. While Christian was doing the driving and Tomko constantly switching between rock and hip hop music stations on the car radio every 5-10 minutes as soon as he heard a song he didn't like, Miz and Maryse were chatting it up in the back… well, actually, more like he was trying to impress her with tales of his reality show adventures from before coming to the WWE, and she was playing along so as not to crush his little heart. Next to them, specifically to Miz, who insisted on taking the middle seat, was his tag team partner John Morrison, sporting brown shades, and white sweater with some sweet black designs on it, blue jeans, a headset over his ears as he listened to some music of his own, and of course, the usual slick, smooth, and relaxed attitude that usually came with Johnny at times like this, when he wasn't exactly doing anything.

A lot of people knew that John Morrison was the Shaman of Sexy, the man of the hour, with all of the Palace of Wisdom's esteemed power, and of course, the possible secret member of the X-Men whose mutant power involved having abs sharper in tone and quality than even washboard ridges. Of course, that's the kind of power the ladies love, but that didn't mean he exposed his abs even when it didn't do him any benefit. No, he wasn't a guy who did things with pointless frivolousness like that. As a matter of fact, many people who have known him outside of the public eye could attest to the statement that Johnny was surprisingly more of a thinker than a lot of the fans typically pegged him for.

Sure, he was easily comfortable and very prone to cracking a joke or to flaunting himself whenever he was either in a bar or in the ring - that wasn't a fake part of him at all. But when he wasn't involved in any of those scenes, working out in a gym, hanging out with friends, or adding material to his MySpace page or blog, or even now when he was simply taking in a drive and nobody was talking to him, John Morrison liked to just sit back, relax, and reflect. It was one of those rare things about him that he felt set him apart from all those other guys who claimed to have his status or to be on his level - especially when he did it through meditation at the Palace of Wisdom, the remodeled version of his huge all-purpose two-story six-bedroom house in Los Angeles which he hasn't exactly had the chance to retreat to all that much over the past week or so. Just ask his close friends who've known him for awhile, such as the person who he was actually thinking about right now. Someone he's known since just before he actually earned himself a WWE contract. His ex-girlfriend. Melina.

Melina was - no, is - a beautiful woman, and a very talented and dedicated wrestler. Same as John himself, except if one replaces "beautiful woman" with "rock solid handsome man".. Which is why, especially in his Johnny Nitro state, it was easy for the two of them to get attracted to one another. They both had the looks. They both had the passion. They both had the ability. And in hindsight, they both had terrific futures in store. And despite them coming off as snobbish and distant a lot of the time when they were rolling together with the red carpets, and especially when they were with Joey Mercury, they actually were a lot more capable of letting loose and enjoying life together than a lot of people thought. Joey a cool cat they had taken a shine to when they were honing their craft in Ohio Valley. He was decent in the ring, as the trio had managed a brightly shining run on Smackdown, but beyond that he really wasn't destined to go anywhere. Sad, really. Mercury was a cool guy, with somewhat comparable abs to the former Nitro, but he didn't really have a lot of upside to keep hanging around.

Right now he was listening to Kid Rock's "All Summer Long", which was actually fitting considering the theme of a man reminiscing on a past love from his youth. Meanwhile, he knew Melina was somewhere back in California herself, recovering from her ankle injury. He knew she'd be back soon enough, as that was a strong, determined woman he recollected memories of being with. One part about John's run with Melina that kind of stood out for him was… no, not the three tag team title reigns she managed him to with Joey. Nor as it the Women's Championship victories she got or the Intercontinental titles he won. Nor was it even the iconic moment where the two of them actually ended up standing side by side with fellow "friends of Foley" Edge and Lita. It was actually that primal scream she developed. He considered that scream a special quirk of their relationship and honestly took it as a great motivator. Not to say he never managed to hear it without being turned on, but to be frank, hearing that scream and not getting inspired to satisfy her in the ring now and in the sheets a little later was not a combination that occurred often.

There were two notable moments where they had problems. Once, she had tried to soften up Batista into stopping a tag team title match against MNM. That was not the problem. The problem was she tried to do it by actually having sex with the Animal, not to mention it didn't soften him up at all - if anything, it actually energized and hardened the big ape for the task of taking away the tag straps along with "Rey Mucha Lucha". Of course, Melina called sexual harassment and got Mark Henry to help get MNM back the belts and finish off Batista for a short while. Plus, when Melina told Nitro what happened, Mercury was there to fan the flames before they even became public.

The other problem would happen over a year later - she became absorbed and obsessed with her reputation, thinking it more important than the huge endeavors he had lost a chance to get involved in at WrestleMania 23. One night, the whining got so bad he simply commanded her to shut up, then forewent a match against Super Crazy just to beat the crap out of the guy. From there, the relationship… well, it didn't exactly crumble, but clearly the spark that the two had felt for one another, had taken second place to each's own individual ambitions. Before the big breakup born and made to ruin every strand of a good thing they ever had with each other could materialize, however, they decided to break it off cordially and privately, remaining good friends.

While the old flame wasn't exactly rekindling at all, he couldn't help the fond recall or the gratitude he felt at the fact that they were still capable of hanging out and talking whenever need be. The song was approaching its three-and-a-half minute mark, and even though he knew reaching her would be as easy as getting the others to come down to LA or waiting until she got better and visiting Raw or pay-per-views as a member of the Coalition, he couldn't help but to softly utter the phrase at the same time as Kid Rock: "Man, I'd like to see that girl again."

"Yeah, and that's how- huh? What was that?" Miz suddenly sopped in his tales, turning to Morrison as he heard him speaking indistinctly.

"What was what?" John asked as he turned to Miz and Maryse, taking his headset off.

"Uh… did you say something?" Miz asked back.

"Uh… no, I don't think so. Why?" John asked, apparently unaware of the fact that he uttered the last of his thoughts aloud.

"I thought I just heard you saying som…" Miz stopped again, though this time it wasn't a sudden stop. He actually paid close attention to the song he could hear coming out of Morrison's headset. "'All Summer Long', huh? You reminiscing on a high school sweetheart or… wait a minute, you're thinking about Melina!" Yes, folks, it finally hit him.

"Congrats, Miz. You figured me out. You gonna grow a new rumor mill out of it or can I actually think about a former significant other in peace?" Johnny then questioned, offering both a sarcastic suggestion and a legitimate one. It didn't take a rocket genius to figure out which was which. Nonetheless, Miz was almost ready to vocally go with option A just to tease him about apparently still being in love with Melina - which, considering Maryse took to herself as the Sexiest of the Sexy, would probably not have gone over well. The key word here, though, was "almost". Almost, because Morrison never once lost his cool. Almost, because Morrison did not retort any slower or faster than he usually does. Almost, because he sounded as matter-of-fact as always, not a touch of defensiveness coming over him. So, of course, Miz decided…

"I think we can drop this."

"Good," Morrison accorded in one quick and smooth stroke, before turning to the large and tattooed front passenger who along with Christian was practically forgotten. "Yo, Tomko! Think you can get the rock mix we worked on and play number 3?"

"Yeah, I think it's already in right now," the Problem Solver turned around and told him.

"It's already in? And you spent all that time fumbling through channels on the radio?" Maryse questioned, throwing on a sardonic chuckle as Tomko simply ignored her.

"Uh, Maryse, I kinda requested to listen to a balance of both hip hop and rock," Christian stated instead in the Problem Solver's defense.

"Well, couldn't you get one of those radios that lets you put in multiple CDs at once?" Miz then inquired himself.

"There's car radios like that?" Christian asked.

"I don't know, man. If there are, then they must cost a motherload of cash," Morrison guessed, as Tomko could finally relax - having finally tuned the car radio over to the CD that was inside, specifically to the Hawthorne Heights song "This Is Who We Are".

Part 2

Event Date: Monday, October 6, 2008

Location: KeyArena, Seattle, WA

Off the heels of No Mercy, Monday Night Raw was stacked with more of the same on one end of things, and on the other end, with excitement. While Chris Jericho had managed to retain his World Heavyweight Championship against Shawn Michaels due to some help from the transplanted Jerichoholic Lance Cade, and Batista predictably defeat John Bradshaw Layfield to become the 1 contender to that title for the upcoming pay-per-view Cyber Sunday, the fact is, we were talking about Cyber Sunday. Which meant the fans were going to have a hand in voting for something related to that match. It certainly wasn't the opponent, which was already decided last night. And apparently, General Manager Mike Adamle had some huge announcement regarding this match. So what exactly was going to be happening in all this?

Come nine o'clock, and the usual Raw intro video, there was no opening pyro, nor was there any huge amount of billing being done to future program matches. Instead, Mike Adamle was standing in the middle of the ring with his glasses on, a mike in one hand, and a clipboard in the other hand.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to WWE Monday Night Raw!" Adamle greeted everybody, getting cheered almost to the T. Greetings was just about the only thing he could be guaranteed to do right. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, we all know about our main event for the Cyber Sunday pay-per-view event coming up in three weeks. Specifically, we know who will be in that match, and we know what that match will be for. This match will be for the World Heavyweight Championship, and it will be between the current reigning champion Chris Jericho," he paused for the boos to come of that name, "and the number one contender, Batista." Another pause, this time for an ensemble of approval. "So that takes us to what exactly will be the base on which the WWE Universe will be getting asked to vote that will affect the due course of this match. Well, ladies and gentlemen…"

But before Mike Adamle could go any further, that familiar tunnel countdown started, until it fizzled out after zero, leading to those same familiar fireworks, and that same familiar theme - the latest version of the WWE-composed Adam Morenoff song "Break Down The Walls", which was, of course, the theme for the World Heavyweight Champion, the Illumining Savior himself, Chris Jericho.

Coming out in a dapper pinstripe suit with the big gold belt around his waist, Jericho looked like he was dressed to stage a party in celebration of his own. But his serious face and boring walk down the ramp, up the steps, and through the ropes into the ring indicated that he was not ready to celebrate. As he looked out into the jeering crowd of former Jerichoholics he personally viewed as hypocrites, the Ayatollah finally took the microphone out of his pants pocket and held it up to his mouth, the cue for the voices to stop talking.

"You know, I thought that we'd been over this about three thousand times, Mike," Jericho started, "but the fact is, since we're out here, and since I can tell you're already about to make yet another cockamamie biased decision against me in the hopes of me losing my World Heavyweight Championship so you don't have to take care of me - as if me losing the title means you're never gonna have to take care of your champion again, which we all know you will if you wanna keep your job - I felt I needed to remind you. I am the most precious commodity on this show. I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I am the leader of Monday Night Raw. I call the shots, and the entire WWE Universe, including you who officially runs this damn thing as the General Manager, have the right, the responsibility, and the duty to respect me." And immediately, Jericho was met with jeers for opening his mouth in his holier-than-thou tone.

"See, last night, I went through a hellacious ladder match against Shawn Michaels, where we both beat each other down, battered each other, bruised each other… basically, we left each other looking like hell. For crying out loud, ladies and gentlemen, I even lost a tooth last night," Jericho recalled, this piece of it all actually earning some approval and respect from the crowd. "However, at the end of it, just as it looked like Shawn was about to pull another rabbit out of the bad, just as it looked like he was about to win, I bravely stood, clawed, scratched, and fought my way back into the ring and up the ladder, snatched the sweet essence of victory from the jaws of defeat in a match where I was supposedly never to stand a chance, and continue to stand before you as the World Heavyweight Champion." Boos came at him from all edges again.

"Now, Mike Adamle… you plan on making some huge announcement as it relates to Cyber Sunday. You know, the pay-per-view where the fans can influence an aspect of the match in any way they so choose," Jericho took another pause, this one reeling in cheers as the fans liked the choice aspect they had about the PPV that Chris just reminded them of. "Well, I have a huge problem with that." Right away, the arena struck back with jeering all over. "You see, these fans, these people, they're nothing but a bunch of hypocrites. They are liars, they are dregs, they are conniving sycophants who constantly feel the need to be pandered to or to have their asses kissed. Boxing fans don't require it. NBA fans don't require it. NFL fans don't require it. Major League Baseball fans don't require it. They encourage their favorite teams to be the quintessential friendly heroes to them, but Lord knows they don't require it. Only you idiots in the WWE Universe would require…"

And immediately, Chris's ramblings were cut off by "Just Close Your Eyes", the entrance theme of Christian! As Christian came out, leading his Coalition, the group all casually dressed, he decided for them all to go on ahead and walk down the ramp. They didn't exactly come down making a ton of gestures, and the only one that went to the steel steps and entered the ring was Christian - the others stood at ringside to provide backup and moral support. As soon as Christian came into the ring, he got on a turnbuckle and pointed a kiss to the peeps, before coming down and getting his microphone, allowing the music to stop.

However, he couldn't exactly speak so quickly. He had to take about 10-15 seconds because there was a chant building up in the arena, simply of the name "Christian!".

"I couldn't help but notice, Chris, that you were out here constantly over-rambling again, making yourself sound like some sort of a triple time broken record in an effort to claim some form of omnipotent greatness or something," Christian noted, to absolute cheers of approval. "But you see, you and I… well, in a way, we are birds of a feather. See, we both have friends. We both have huge egos. And we both have the ability and the willingness to do whatever it takes to win. But you see, here's the most key difference between us. The biggest telling point that separates Christian from Chris Jericho. And that is, every time I come in the ring, I don't spend all the time in the world dissing these fans like there's nothing better to do." And again the arena came vocally on his side.

"See, I'm wise to the fact that these fans can easily choose to cheer or boo ya at any given time. Trust me. I've been there on both sides of the coin," the Captain continued. "I've been the guy they've called a future great, and I've been the one they've called a cheating chump. And trust me, we've had a ton of history to attest to that fact for you and me both. But you see, unlike you, who chooses to dump on the fans 24/7, and unlike people such as, let's say… John Cena, who get all their abilities from pandering to the crowd at all times, I actually choose to not care whether or not they cheer me or boo me anymore. Because the way I see it, no matter what reaction they're giving me, the fact is they're giving me a reaction. And that's why the Christian Coalition is neither a collection of good guys, nor a faction of bad guys - we are simply human, and we are simply real!"

"You say you don't care about your reactions from the crowd, but you constantly call them your 'peeps'. How in the living hell can you justify yourself for that, you hypocrite?" Jericho immediately questioned in his reply, getting booed for using that word again. "I always knew that you were a liar, Christian, and that's the only thing that you've just proven to me."

"No, that's not what I've just proven to you. What I've just proven to you is that while I don't care about dictating what the fans do or don't say about me, I do respect the fact that they paid good money to have the right to come in here and say it!" Christian countered right back, resulting in more cheers. "I change my style according to my opponents, not them, but I respect the fact that this is their right! And I realize that as long as they're using that right, that means they're takin' notice of me and what I'm doing in this ring, and that tells me two things."

"And what could those be?" Jericho asked again, the clear disdain showing in his voice.

"Number one, it tells me that I've got their attention somehow, which must mean I'm doing something right. Number two, it tells me what I've been saying all along for the last five years whether they've cheered me or booed me, and that is this: these, are my, peeps!" Christian strongly declared, the backing of the fans' cheers telling him he was definitely doing something right!

"You know what? I look at you, I see your philosophy, and quite frankly it sickens me," Jericho responded not too kindly to Christian, the fans responding not too kindly to Chris in return. "You are so blinded by your own charisma and your own ability to talk, that you fail to understand, just like these hypocrites and liars fail to understand, that what you are saying is wrong. You are not doing anything right by trying to force the people to be on both sides of you. The only way you could tell me that you are in the right is to beat me one on one in a match for this." Stopping on that note, to demonstrate what "this" is, he took the World Heavyweight Championship off his waist and raised it high in the air, typically flaunting it in front of Christian, the Coalition, and all the rest of his peeps. "Because of this, you have no choice to acknowledge that I am in the right. That everything I have been saying, is true. I told people that I would beat the holy living hell out of Shawn Michaels time after time after time, and time after time after time and again, I did that. I told people that I would persevere and that I would come out on top at Unforgiven, and I did that. I told people at No Mercy that I would prove that I am better in the ladder match than Shawn Michaels, and guess what? I did that. Because of all that, now, I'm standing here, I stand before you with this World Heavyweight Championship. You are forced to admit that I am the best, and there is nothing you, your charisma, your ability to talk, your friends at ringside, or even your great esteemed "peeps" can even successfully think to do about it."

"You know, Chris, I beg to differ. Perhaps, there is something that Christian can do about it," the General Manager finally spoke up, earning cheers of respect for this. "Now, while I can't very well book you and Christian to be opponents tonight, seeing as how you are already in a tag tea match with Kane against Rey Mysterio and Batista, I can allow for next week's card to have en opening for the two of you to be involved in a match, if it's okay with you, of Christian's choosing. I was also going to reveal the factor that the fans could vote on regarding your World Heavyweight Championship match against Batista, but since we've had so many interruptions, I figure we could actually save that for the end of the night, after your big match. I'll be back out here later tonight, and Christian; don't leave yet. I think you might have a vested interest in what I have to say."

On that note, as the Raw theme went on, Adamle left the ring the very same way he had come in before we went on the air, the steps and the ropes, and waved to Christian's Coalition as he walked past them and got up the ramp. Speaking of the Coalition, Christian looked back and forth from them to Jericho, after jawing a little bit off-mike with the World Champion, left the ring himself, as he and the rest of the gang started to talk about what just happened, slowly going up the ramp themselves.

Some twenty minutes later, Shawn Michaels had just had a match against Chris Jericho's protégé Lance Cade in which he absolutely just beat the holy crap out of him, and Christian's Coalition was talking amongst themselves.

"We still have no idea what Adamle was talking about, do we?" Tomko asked the others.

"Nope. Still as murky as ever to me. Why would we have a 'vested interest' in something that has to do with Raw's World Title? We're Smackdown guys," Miz pointed out, the whole thing just seeming a little suspicious to him.

"Pardon the interruption," someone started, who the Coalition turned to see was Cody Rhodes, with his Priceless partners Ted DiBiase and Manu, "but we couldn't help but notice to see you idiots walking around here like you own the place. I mean, this is Raw, not Smackdown. And we know that you can't be kicked out due to the arena due to that ridiculous permissible entry clause in Christian's contract, but we would be more than willing to take you on in a match and beat you to within an inch of your lives."

"Uh… don't you three have CM Punk and Cryme Tyme later tonight?" Christian pointed out in reply, not at all concerned with Team Priceless.

"Wait just a second, Christian. I got this," Johnny replied, stepping up to the faces of the Priceless boys. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You guys claim that you're better than everyone else because you have famous fathers?"

"Yes, and that's more than a valid point, because we are even better and more talented than our deservedly famous fathers," DiBiase proclaimed, getting jeered for it.

"That's all well and good, that's fine, but… by your logic, wouldn't you guys be even fatter than your fathers as well?" Johnny pointed out. The Priceless boys immediately got pissed off, and Cody was prepared to beat on Morrison right there, but Ted and Manu were coherent enough to hold Rhodes back. "That's what I thought. In any case, it doesn't take a famous father to look and act the part of a true sex symbol, an outstanding wrestling talent, and a deep thinker. It takes the simple greatness that is John Morrison. You know, if it wasn't for the match you guys have tonight, I'd happily invest in teaming with my buddies the Miz and Travis Tomko to kick your asses. Luckily for yourselves, you do. So if it's all kosher with the three of you, since we're gonna be here next week in Anaheim anyway, we can invest in that beat down then."

"You know what? That sounds like a plan? But don't expect us to be the ones gettin' beat down," Manu retorted while at the same time accepting Morrison's challenge.

"That's funny, cause I thought for sure that's what we should be expecting," Tomko countered right back.

"We will take care of this in the ring next week," Ted damn near shouted immediately, so as to keep a fight from breaking out right then and there. "Guys, let's just get outta here."

"Sounds good," Cody accorded, as the three multi-generational superstars left. Christian watched them leave longer than anyone else, then turned to Morrison.

"Nice job," he commended. "I like your style. But the key thing is, next week, the three of you have one thing left to do, and that's back it up." Morrison and Miz then put a hand on each of his shoulders and gave this note of reassurance:

"Don't worry about it."

Later on tonight, towards the ending of that main event tag team match of Jericho and Kane against Mysterio and Batista, Kane was up on the top turnbuckle, stalking away at Rey Mysterio, who was just getting up and turning around. As Kane then went for his flying monste clothesline, Rey rolled forward to escape it, causing Kane to dive on his knees and roll back to his feet without hitting anybody. Both men quickly up, Kane dashed at Mysterio, who took advantage to hurricanrana him just right so that he fell throat first into the middle rope. The Biggest Little Man then screamed out to the crowd, before running off the opposite ropes in the hopes of doing the 619… but Jericho tripped him up, dragged him down to the outside, picked him up, and then dragged and sent him right into the security railing. Batista saw this and came down to go after Mr. Jericho, but Chris was able to keep enough distance running away in order to be able to get him into the ring and in the direction of Kane - who suddenly grabbed Batista by the throat and choke slammed him! Kane then went for the cover. 1, 2, but Batista kicked out! Kane, angry, started walking towards the referee and yelling at him, but took enough time for Batista to get up and seize him up for a spear. Not stupid enough to get caught, Kane allowed Batista to run over to him, but then kicked him right in the head, stopping him flat in his tracks. Kane then took a few seconds and went down to pick up the Animal, only to find his arms jerked away mid-motion and himself caught in Batista's Leviathan spine buster! The number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title then shook the ropes Ultimate Warrior style, not even realizing that Chris Jericho had just found a steel chair underneath the ring. Jericho found his opportunity as Batista struggled to set Kane up under him for the Batista Bomb, taking that exact perfect moment to sneak into the ring and whack Batista from behind with a steel chair!

This easily forced referee Mike Chioda to ring the bell for a disqualification, but Jericho didn't care about that, the crowd's boos, or the vitriolic screaming of Michael Cole at the announce table, as he hit Batista a couple more times with the chair. Rey Mysterio, whose head was actually still more than groggy from getting his head chaired in by Kane last night, let alone the punishment he took in this match, managed to try to get on the apron and jump on top of the ropes, but as soon as he did and Jericho saw him, Chris attacked his lower leg with a chair, causing him to fall right on his head.

But before he could commit even more damage unto anybody else, Shawn Michaels came running down the ramp and into the ring, the cheers causing Jericho to notice him and run straight out, with Shawn stuck between threatening to take Chris's head off and going down to tend to Rey and Batista.

"Well, it looks like we're at that point in the program, ladies and gentlemen, where I now reveal myself," a certain managerial and somewhat monotonous voice uttered, leading people to look up the ramp and see Mike Adamle himself again. "See, this is the kind of chaos that Shane and Stephanie McMahon, along with myself, were hoping to be able to avoid come your World Heavyweight Championship match at Cyber Sunday. So Shane gave me a call last night during the program, and we were discussing just what kind of measure we could use that hasn't been used prominently in a while that can ensure order. The conclusion we came to, was that this match needs a guest referee." And right away, the fans shouted in approval as Jericho's complaining gave no indication that he would go for any of this!

"But not only could we have a guest referee, we could actually create a match out of it," Adamle continued. "See, we have four options, four names, that came to mind, that these fans, the WWE Universe, will be able to vote for. And obviously, the top vote getter will be the special guest referee. But on a side note, if the second and third contender are men that will be able to compete, they will have a match against each other right after your title match, Chris, but before the WWE Heavyweight Championship match from Smackdown." Fans showed their liking yet again for what was apparently, though not explicitly stated as, an Adamle Original idea. "And the guest referee options that the people will vote for are… I need one of four drum rolls, please." A sound effect drum roll played on for about five seconds, before Adamle revealed…

"'The Legend Killer' Randy Orton!"

This caused Rev Theory's "Voices", Orton's theme music to go on, and the crowd to be caught in a good mixed reaction of cheers and jeers. After twenty seconds and a look into Randy's locker room to reveal absolute apathy and disconcert on his face, the music died out and Adamle asked for another drum roll. He received it, and after another five seconds revealed the identity of the next guest referee:

"'The Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels!"

As Shawn Michaels' "Sexy Boy" came on, Michaels looked shocked at first, but as everybody shouted in his favor, he began to realize what this meant. He was going to be in the same ring with Chris Jericho again. Chris especially was shaking his head, backing up the ramp, clutching the World Title, and repeating the word "no" in total fright and fear, as Shawn had caught on quickly enough to give an oddly devilish grin the champion's way before his theme faded out after 20 seconds. Adamle then asked for a third drum roll, after which he continued with the rolling of major names.

"As requested by Shane McMahon himself… 'Captain Charisma' Christian!"

The crowd was now damn near ready to explode now, knowing that Captain Charisma was not going to be partial to Chris Jericho or even Batista. But the Coalition themselves, watching from the back, were looking shocked, confused, bewildered, perplexed… come up with anything along those lines, cause Smackdown's Christian had just been named a possible special referee for a Raw main event at a pay-per-view! Of course, twenty seconds, the musical fadeout, and a final drum roll. This time, though, he actually paused some extra seconds after the drum roll, before finally telling Chris Jericho and the world that the fourth guest referee option for Chris Jericho vs. Batista at Cyber Sunday was…

"'Stone Cold' Steve Austin!"

And as the glass shattered, so did the people's inhibitions. KeyArena practically erupted in cheers, especially as "Stone Cold" Steve Austin himself actually did come out, walk down right past the elated Adamle and the shocked frozen Jericho with a pat on the back for the both of them, go up the steps, cross the ropes, enter the ring, get on the turnbuckles, raise his arms up high with the middle fingers out as usual, then call for a couple Steveweisers. After receiving them, He then turned around and finally faced his former foe Shawn Michaels, who was also in the ring, and offered him a Steveweiser. Michaels took it, and they had a toast after opening the cans. Both men then started doing a little drinking, but then Austin turned around and kicked Michaels in the gut before giving him a Stunner! Steve then kicked Shawn's Stevewiser out of the ring, finished his own, then went on a turnbuckle and called for another couple Stevewisers to get thrown his way. He broke those two open with a self toast, then chugged them both down at once, before once again going on another turnbuckle and doing the middle finger arms high salute, all to the biggest cheers of the night, as the show went off the air! Christian's Coalition, meanwhile, left unseen. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

Part 3

Event Date: Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Location: Chinatown in Oakland, CA

"Okay, now please tell us why exactly we're just walking around in Oakland's Chinatown, for God's sake?" Miz asked, questioning of Christian as the five Coalition members were doing just that. "We could be hanging out at the Palace of Wisdom right now. Who the hell would want to meet us here?"

"Somebody who realizes the hard streets of West Oaktown are not as safe a bet as Chinatown Oaktown," Christian replied. Of course, he knew Miz wasn't just complaining about the Chinatown thing. It was also due to the fact that Christian wasn't telling anybody who he was talking about. Though Tomko knew he was in a phone conversation with whoever this person was after they got back to the hotel post-Raw Monday night.

"Well, can you at least give us a small clue as to who it is?" Johnny then inquired.

"Let's just say, even though we're a one of kind team, they remind me of us," Christian explained… as much as something vague like that can be an explanation. Suddenly, though, the door of a restaurant behind them was opened, and right afterwards, someone called out, "Hey!"

And that's when Christian turned around and saw her in all her leggy blonde awesomeness.

"Hey, Chantelle!" he called, as he and the young lady walked over to each other and met midway with a brief embrace. The others, clearly interested now as they somewhat recognized her as well, went over as well.

"How's everything going?" Christian then asked the girl, who appeared to be in her twenties, as the rest of his team was now right

"It's all peachy with us," Chantelle answered. "I see you brought your crew here."

"Absolutely. Had to bring 'em here to come and meet you guys. By the way, where is everybody?" he then asked after a comment.

"They're inside. I'll get 'em out," the girl replied, before turning inside and calling, "Hey, guys! Christian's Coalition is here!"

"Who's she callin' to?" Tomko then asked Christian.

"Travis, you can't tell me you don't know who that is," Johnny cut in.

"Hey, I don't entirely recognize her either. I mean, I know she looks familiar, but I can't seem to pin a name on it yet," Miz replied, coming in the defense of the Problem Solver.

"Christian already did pin a name on it. He called her 'Chantelle'," Maryse pointed out. Suddenly a light bulb went off in Miz's head.

"Wait! You mean that's…"

"Absolutely," Morrison replied, just in the nick of time, as three guys came out. One was apparently black, though his skin tone was a bit lighter than Shelton Benjamin's, and he actually had a similar haircut to what Shelty B used to have. One of the other two, apparently white guys, had with a round head, a very short cut of blonde hair, and a pair of black sunglasses on. The second white one was notable for his medium-length black hair, short goatee, the skullcap on over his head, and looking like a slight mix between Super Crazy and Chuck Palumbo, except a lot more relaxed like Tomko.

"Hey, Steve Knight!" Christian called, as he and the white shaded guy shook hands and bumped shoulders.

"Yo, Christian! How's the whole biz, man?" Steve greeted heartily, to which he and Christian chuckled. "I got Dave and the Piper here with me, and as you can see, Chantelle's along wit' us. So what's up? Y'all got everything?"

"Yeah," Johnny spoke up. "Hey, guys. I'm John Morrison, and Miz, Maryse, and Tomko still don't quite realize that history just got made, with the Christian Coalition and Flipsyde, coming together as one."

"Hey, I heard that! I did figure it out!" Miz instantly complained. "Well, at least now, anyways. Besides, Johnny and Christian did a good enough job convincing the rest of us we needed to bring the cash it didn't even matter."

"Hey, yo, don't worry about it. I'm just impressed ya came altogether," the black guy spoke up as he and the guy in the skullcap approached the Coalition. "I'm the Piper, and this guy's Dave Lopez. He's got a real mean flow with the guitar strings, but I'm sure at least three o' y'all know that."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure all of us know that," Tomko interjected himself into things. Dave was left chuckling.

"Jinho Ferreira," Morrison started, to which the Piper turned around, obviously noticing his own real name. "Heard you actually got some Brazilian roots. Dave's Chilean, I think, right?"

"That all true?" Miz asked.

"Yep. Couldn't've found better partners, though," Steve replied, putting an arm around his boys. "Flipsyde is like a movement made worldwide, beyond borders, no division necessary."

"Whatever. We all know the best countries are France and Canada," Maryse easily cut in, plugging her own lines above all else - specifically, where… oh, what the hell? Let's just let Dave tell ya.

"She's gotta be from Quebec," was his conclusion. "That's where France and Canada come together."

"And with that accent, that's really the best guess," Chantelle added.

"Wow. I'm impressed," Maryse actually admitted.

"So what y'all think?" Piper asked as he turned to his Flipsyde band mates.

"I think we're ready to rock the world," Knight replied.

"I'm Chantelle Paige, and I think Steve just said it all," Chantelle stated in a semi-parody of politicians "approving this message", to which mostly everyone else broke into short laughter. Mostly, that is, except for Maryse and Tomko. Those two were actually amused as well, though: just only to the point of a chuckle.

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A/N: For the record, for those of you who don't know, the people Christian met with at the end of the chapter are not, and I repeat, NOT, OCs. Flipsyde is an actual band of artists who I consider more visionary and real than a lot of the mainstream types out there right now. And no, I did not just have Christian's Coalition have a random meeting with them for no reason. Their influence is actually about to be felt swiftly as of the next chapter.

Oh, and before I forget… since the story date is still in the week of the 6th to the 10th of October, making this thing currently be about seven weeks back, and at the time I'm typing all this it's really Thanksgiving, I just felt the need to say this to all my peeps here:

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

See ya next time.

-Pac.