Life Of A Superstar 2: Smackdown vs RAW, Pt. 1
Chapter 7: RAW's New GM?
Chris and Gudelia walked to the ring as a couple. Chris has the microphone and makes a announcement.
"Last week, on behalf of the RAW Superstars, I taught SmackDown a lesson about what happens when you mess with the most dominant brand in all of sports-entertainment. And Mr. McMahon himself assured me personally that there will be no more interferences from SmackDown until after WrestleMania, which is exactly how I like it. Even better, my lady, Gudelia, who was unceremoniously fired without reason months ago, has returned. And she is also the #1 contender for Trish Stratus' Women's Championship at WrestleMania. I've shed blood, sweat and tears to get to where I am today. The World Heavyweight Championship is the crown jewel of our great business. It brings out the best of every Superstar that comes near it, including myself. And it seemed that Eric Bischoff could never understand that, which is why he is no longer GM of RAW."
Chris got a big round of applause until Triple H and Ric Flair showed up in the ring.
"You know, I usually disagree with this joker about damn near everything, so I'm just as shocked as anyone else that we're on the same page this time."
Triple H shows everyone the title. "This is the crown jewel of our business. This is the ultimate prize. It's the last thing on every Superstar's mind when they go to sleep at night, and the first thing on their mind when they wake up in the morning. If you are not here with this title in mind, you're in the wrong business. And the single, ultimate reason this title means so much is because it's around the waist of me-The Game. Every loser in the back thinks that if he wears this title, he would one day be good enough to be mentioned in the same breath as Triple H. But Chris, listen to me very carefully: This title is a part of me, and I am a part of it. Without the title, my life has no meaning. Without me, this title is just a belt. You may have your opportunity against me at WrestleMania once again, but you'll never beat me for this title. You'll never take away that part of me, so take a good look at it. Because it's the closest you'll ever come to it as long as I'm around. And why? Because I'm... that...damn...good!"
Triple H was about to walk away but instead attacked Chris with the belt. Gudelia tended to him. Suddenly, a man with green hair and green superhero outfit rushes to the ring. He helped Gudelia pick Chris up. Triple H was not impressed.
"Well, look who it is. It's the great green tomato. What's up, kid?"
"Now listen up, you dastardly villains," said Gregory Helms, AKA The Hurricane. "The Hurricane is here to bring you to justice and truth, honor and integrity to the World Heavyweight Championship."
Ummm... wasn't The Hurricane a Cruiserweight at one time? Triple H and Ric Flair were laughing their asses off.
"Oh yeah, and how will you do that?"
'By relieving you of the title, of course. With justice on my side and Hurri-powers at my disposal, an evildoer like you doesn't stand a chance."
"Wiat a second. You want a World Heavyweight title match? You? Against me? For this? I don't think I'm ready to take on a "superhero" tonight, at least not by myself. Tell you what, how about you and Chris Jones team up against me and Flair, right here right now?"
The Hurricane walks up to Chris. "Surely you know the concept of a superhero team-up, citizen contender."
"Da fuck?" was Chris' only thought.
"For one night only, I will take you on as my Hurri-sidekick and join forces to defeat Triple H's evi schemes. The battle is joined."
So many things were running through Chris' mind as the fight began. Even with The Hurricane, he had to admit, the kid's got heart, and they managed to defeat them. A week later, he, Gudelia and The Hurricane visited the GM's office. To their shock and utter disdain, it was The Coach!
"Surprise! I bet you three didn't expect The Coach in the GM's chair."
"You're the new general manager?" The Hurricane asked. "Whasupwitdat?"
"Well, Mr. McMahon likes to say that I'm the "interim" general manager and that he's still looking for a permanent replacement, but I think we all know he's just saying that to smooth over some bruised egos. I mean, where's he going to find a better GM than the Coach?"
"As if you know what they need!" Chris has had enough. "If you're done flapping your gums about yourself, let's talk about Triple H and what he did to me last week."
"I was just getting to that! Don't rush The Coach, or I'll strip you of the title shot!"
"As if you have the balls to do it! Don't tempt me, Coach!"
"I was just kidding. The Coach is famous for his sense of humor."
"I'm sure, but famous? Not even close!"
"Anyway, now I know you two gentlemen are skeptical, but let me make a couple of matches for you as a show of good faith. Now I can't put and Triple H against each other just yet, or it would spoil WrestleMania for the Coach's fans. But I can give you a shot against Triple H's right hand man, Ric Flair, in a Submission match."
"Alright."
"As for you, Hurricane, I'm going to give you exactly what you wanted last week, a World Heavyweight title match."
"Holy career opportunity, but Citizen Coach, what if I beat Triple H and win the title? Sure you don't expect me to fight my sidekick at WrestleMania."
"You? Beat Triple H? You're a funny guy, Hurricane, almost as funny as me. And you, Gudelia, Mr. McMahon granted you a shot at Trish Stratus' Women's champion at Wrestlemania, correct?"
"Yes."
"Good. You'll face her next week. Now move along. The Coach is a busy man and you got matches to prepare for."
Chris and Flair fought in a Submission match. He had a epiphany that Triple H would try to interfere, but through the match, he was a no-show, and Chris was able to tap Flair out. Meanwhile, The Hurricane was ready to face Triple H and win the World Heavyweight title. As The Hurricane stepped into the ring, Triple H ambushed him from behind with a sledgehammer. The title match did not even start, but Triple H wasn't too concerned about it, knowing The Hurricane had no chance in the first place.
A week later, The Coach made a match between Chris Jones and Chris Jericho. Chris was starting to wonder why the Coach made the match but the thought was brushed back as the match began. The two men lock up and Jones was able to capitalize. However, Triple H and Ric Flair ambushed both men. Jericho was tossed out. Jones was getting stomped. Jericho came back in the ring. He offered Jones his hand, and just when he was about to accept it, Jericho walked away.
"Hey! The deal was that I'd stay out of way after the match! I didn't say you two jackasses should throw me out of the damn ring!"
Deal?
"What's the matter, Jericho? Did you take a bad tumble out of the ring? Were we too rough on you? Well, let me tell you something: You're gonna get it a lot worse when I give you a shot at my title after WrestleMania. So let me ask you: Was it worth a little beating or do you want to head home and cry yourself to sleep?"
"Oh, it was worth it, Triple H, and don't misunderstand me. i can take whatever you dish out. But if you try to double-cross Y2J, you'll never make it to WrestleMania, junior!"
Another week had gone by and Chris wanted a TLC match against Jericho. He gave Jericho the worst beating ever, but Ric Flair interfered. The Nature Boy paid the price...
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!" The Coach come out. "First you orchestrate an attack on Mr. Jones after your match last week, then you double-team tonight? For what? A title match against Triple H after WrestleMania? in case you forgot, I'm RAW's general manager."
"Interim general manager," Chris corrected. "You don't call the shots around here."
"You get the hell out of my ring, Jones, before I lose my temper, and believe me, you don't want to be in the ring when The Coach loses his temper."
"Fuck your damn temper! Nobody here likes your ass! You're an annoying scum who's about to get his ass whooped, starting now!" Jones, Jericho and Flair assaulted the Coach. Chris never liked him from the get go and I can't blame him.
