State of Takeover: Cause That's How I Roll! by Instant Classic Superstar Pac
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this is not linked to any of my other stories.
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: I'm back now, folks. And since last chapter sucked, or at the very least could be described as filler, I intend to seriously do something major for this one.
Chapter 10: Double Duty
Event Date: Sunday, October 12, 2008
Location: John Morrison's Palace of Wisdom, Los Angeles, CA
About 26 minutes or so later, Christian's Coalition was now sitting down with Mr. Fuji at one of the black round tables in in the dining room. Well, Christian, Fuji, Morrison, and Tomko were seated at one of the tables. Miz and Maryse had to take and turn around two chairs seated at the tables next to the main one on opposite sides, only the former actually paying attention to the conversation.
"Wait, so you're telling me that church room on the second floor actually holds a small village?" Christian asked, curious over something that Morrison had just told him.
"Yeah, and you know what's really cool about it? They don't just do meditation and worship stuff in there," Johnny continued to explain. "Let me tell you an example. The temple… well, first of all, there's a funny story involved here. First time I showed Miz the temple, he came up with this idea based on Harold & Kumar, where basically we made a video of being wowed by the place, called it 'Miz & Morrison Go To White Church', and posted it on the Dirt Sheet."
"Hey, that would've been a great idea too, you know," Miz immediately contended. "You were just too stubborn and stupid to pull the trigger on it. We could've gotten loads of people, both ordinary and super famous, flocking to seek enlightenment in here."
"I'm gonna tell ya the same thing I told you back when you first suggested the idea, and I'm gonna keep telling you this every time you do," Johnny started, to which Miz puffed in frustrated disbelief. "You want loads of people, Miz, or do you want quality people? Because that's what we have, and I'm proud of it. Just ask Mr. Fuji."
"Sorry, Miz-san, but Johnny-san is right," Fuji added at that point. "Remember, the Undertaker stands superior even to six goons."
"Yeah. Quantity trumps quality, I thought you would know," Christian chimed in.
"Seriously? Everybody's siding against me? This is a major cheap shot, you guys! This isn't funny!" Miz immediately complained.
"No, it's not a major cheap shot, it's just fact," Tomko said, Maryse groaning at the exact same moment he started talking (and for the same reason). "And not because it's you that came up with the idea, either. We don't want sheep, we want peeps who really appreciate us."
"Well said, Tomko," Christian acknowledged. "But hey, look, let's get off that. Johnny, how much footage do you have on that laptop in your office?"
"Footage? What, of WWE stuff?" Johnny asked.
"Yeah," Christian confirmed.
"I host a show, so I got direct email contact with Kevin Dunn. Which means, I have proxy access to the entire WWE video library," Johnny replied, taking Christian aback. "Anything I want, I can just ask Kev for it, and he sends it to me in attachments."
"Does he ever ask why?"
"He knows it's either for the Dirt Sheet or to study up opponents, so there's no reason for him to ask," Miz cut in and retorted condescending towards Christian. Captain Charisma, knowing what he was doing, just looked at him and replied with a hearty chuckle.
"Are you thinking about studying up for the match against Priceless?" Maryse then asked him.
"Actually, I was thinking more about Jericho, even though I already know him like the back of my hand," Christian corrected her. "I trust you guys to scout Priceless if you think you need to, though obviously I'd advise it anyway. And Tomko," he continued, quickly turning to the Problem Solver, "you better hit the weight room, and use the treadmill more than the weights. If you're gonna be ready for what we're gonna do tomorrow, you absolutely can't get worn out."
"Got it," Tomko accorded, before getting up from his seat and leaving the kitchen, no doubt heading in the direction of the weight room.
"Hey, shouldn't we all scout both oppositions together?" Johnny suddenly suggested, Christian nodding impressed at the sign of gameplan thinking on the Shaman of Sexy's part.
"Actually, though, I was thinking we could add Batista to that equation as well," the Show Stealer then replied. "Can't forget we got huge goals to go over him too."
Event Date: Monday, October 13, 2008
Location: Anaheim Convention Center, Anaheim, CA
Monday Night Raw was filled with anticipation because of the reactions to General Manager Mike Adamle's revelation that "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, "Captain Charisma" Christian, "the Legend Killer" Randy Orton, and "the Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels were all potential guest referees for Chris Jericho's Cyber Sunday World Heavyweight Championship defense against Batista. A lot of the hoopla surrounding the event consisted of the distinct possibility that Stone Cold would be making another appearance tonight, and the guarantee, thanks to Christian having any match of his choosing against Jericho tonight as well as the rest of his pals doing duty against Priceless, that Captain Charisma and the Christian Coalition would also be in the house. Believe it or not, the anticipation for Raw tonight was higher than it's been in months.
So imagine the letdown at the beginning of the program when, following the billing of Christian vs. Jericho in a "Christian's Choice" match and Christian's Coalition against Team Priceless, basically making Christian's Coalition the story of the night over anything else going on tonight, the tunnel sound with the blue graphic countdown was the sight and sound of the arena, followed by a certain fizzle and fireworks burst, leading up to "Save Me", the new version of Chris Jericho's theme "Break the Walls Down". Of course, the Savior Self came out to a loud chorus of boos, and simply walked down the ramp with that stoic, unfazed scowl gracing his features… is one could call that gracing. Down the ramp, Jericho simply came over to the steps, climbed them up, entered the ring through the ropes, then stood in the center of the ring slowly looking across the entire crowd, before calling to the timekeeper to give him a microphone. As he got his mike, the music finally faded out and the music returned to normal.
Chris Jericho did not even respect the chorus of boos that was supposed to serve as his pause long enough to let it finish.
"As much as you people claim to hate me, you're certainly proving to be experts at telling me that I am doing something absolutely right," Chris began, still getting booed heavily for his troubles, though this soon died down. "If what Christian told us last week serves anything, then I guess it is safe to say that you fans are most definitely showing me that I matter." And of course, they booed once again, falling right into his trap. He simply looked at them with a smirk on his face. "As much as I'd love to continue watching you people make fools out of yourselves because true honest integrity ruffles your feathers in a way very much unlike my former comical tact, I would like to move on to the subject of what happened to me last week on Raw. And if I may say so myself, the entire night was nothing more than an absolute travesty. It was a sham, a conspiracy, and a mockery of justice, all intended to stonewall me from my path to retain an honest reign as the World Heavyweight Champion." The jeering only continued. So did the Ayatollah.
"First, there was the utter disrespect shown to me on the part of General Manager Mike Adamle, and of course the Executive Vice President Shane McMahon, scheduling to defend my championship against a special guest referee in a match that will take place a week from this Sunday, at Cyber Sunday, in Phoenix, Arizona. Then the disrespect continued, furthered by my old friend 'Captain Charisma' Christian, forcing me into a match for tonight, but not just any match. A match of Christian's choice," he sneered in disgust, an emotion only heightened in him by the approval of the fans at the guaranteed prospect of these matches.
"The humiliation only goes on further, too. While I was conducting my business, that meddling charlatan Shawn Michaels decided to get in my way once again, and then Mike Adamle announced the four names that were on the poll for guest referee. All of those names proved to me that the WWE is biased against me standing a chance because they know that if I am given a field without an official obsessed with screwing me out of the title, then there is no way that I can ever lose," he flatly accused, which did not go over well with the people at all. "Obviously, you people don't believe me because you're caught up in your myopic worldviews and your obsessions with every wrestler in the world being exactly the same and kissing your royal feet like John Cena, but allow me to provide you a history lesson to prove my point without a shadow of a doubt.
"First off, there's Randy Orton," Jericho began. The aforementioned Orton's name also earned some heat with the crowd, proving to Jericho that he wasn't the only one hated around here. "Everyone knows the history that Randy Orton and I have had facing one another while he was a member of Evolution. Not to mention he's already proven that he's not above shaking the entire World Heavyweight Championship picture upside down to make an impact and get himself noticed, and what better way to do that again than to directly cost me the championship?" A small mixed reaction ensued.
"The next man announced in the poll last week was, of course… the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels." The fans now began to explode into cheers at the sound of Michaels' name. "Anyone who doesn't know the history between Shawn Michaels and myself, and the jealousy that he feels for my integrity," his diatribe continued to a burst of boos, "should not even bother trying to keep up with this show anymore." He continued to wait out the jeering of the fans.
"Poll contestant number three would be that utterly brazen failure they call Christian," the Savior Self went on, only to be interrupted by yet another loud burst of cheers from the crowd, this one morphing into chants of Christian's name which actually successfully shut him up for a few seconds. "Christian is the same man who once pulled one of the cruelest jokes on me with another one of your heroes, the legendary Trish Stratus. Since then I have done nothing but defeat, outsmart, and humiliate him at every turn over the next 16 months, including forcing him to wrestle in one of the most nauseating superhero outfits I have ever seen in my life. I have no doubts that he is here seeking revenge against me, no matter what he says on Smackdown about only being interested in the match against Shawn Michaels." A mixed reaction came about this time, mostly consistent of cheers.
"Last… but not least… is the Texas Rattlesnake, 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin," Jericho stated with a darker tone to his voice… as the crowd went absolutely wild in reply! On top of what was easily the loudest pop of the night, arena wide chants of "Austin! Austin!" were now heard so loudly it was as if the entire arena was wrapped into doing it! "I have been bragging for the last seven years about that December night in 2001 where I beat both the Rock and Steve Austin in separate matches to become the first ever Undisputed Champion. What more direct form of payback is there for 'Austin 3:16' than to screw me out of my World Championship?"
"This match scheduled for Cyber Sunday is a conspiracy against me, and I am protesting it right now. Mike Adamle, if you do not come out to this ring, grow a single ounce of courage, defy Shane McMahon, and call this title match off, then I will walk out of the arena the day of the pay-per-view, fly back home to my wife, and take my championship with me so that it may never be used for the WWE again," Jericho threatened with rock solid anger, which promptly soured the fans against him more than they had been the entire night. However, no sooner did he begin to open his mouth once again than a certain guitar riff interrupted his promo.
Hearing the beginning of Batista's theme song, "I Walk Alone" by Saliva, the fans went on their feet in approval as the Animal came out dressed looking like a biker except with light brown sunglasses and no bandana on. Of course, at the appropriate point in the music, Batista did his crouching machinegun thrust motion on the ramp, invoking the usual gunner-like show of pyro at the stage. In a fast grinning stride, Batista walked down the ramp, then quickly dashed up the steps and through the ropes to get into the ring, before heading over to his favorite turnbuckle and quickly flexing his muscles to the glee of the fans. Batista then came down from the turnbuckle and took out a microphone which he already had in his rear pants pocket, as his music died out and his name became the chant of the next ten seconds.
"Well, whaddya know? It seems the 'honest man' Chris Jericho is in his usual cheerful mood tonight," Batista took sarcastic notice, earning a light round of applause from a few fans. "And as usual, Jericho, your pathetic crying and whining is making me sick. In all the whining about the history you have with the four guest referee options, you completely forgot about mine."
"What in the blue world are you talking about?" Jericho interrupted the Animal to ask… and to receive yet another round of jilted reaction from the audience. "I don't care what kind of history you claim to have with these four men, Batista, because their history with me is what is painfully obvious here. Therefore making it even more painfully obvious that Shane McMahon and Mike Adamle are out to screw me at Cyber Sunday just so these hypocrites can feel like their votes actually counted for something-"
"SHUT UP!" Batista immediately shouted Jericho's way, getting an even more rousing chord of approval from the fans for this than for his entrance, as well as accomplishing the desired reaction of shutting up the arrogant blonde. "If you would actually listen to me instead of once again trying to put yourself over as the victim who's morally higher than everyone else, you would know that I have no more reason to be happy about the four choices for guest referee than you do, which is exactly the way it should be!" As the people cheered Batista's rebuttal once again, Chris Jericho actually looked down like he was pondering something.
"Okay, then," Jericho finally decided once the crowd died down. "I'm open to listening. Say what you have to say. Prove to me that there's nothing in all of this about anyone being your friend that can be chosen to be the special guest referee."
"Well, let's just start with the obvious; Randy, Orton," Batista started, the Legend Killer's name producing a huge mixed crowd. "When he became the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in WWE history, Triple H, Ric Flair, and I personally turned on him, put him out to pasture, and buried him beneath our feet. I sincerely doubt he's ever gotten over that since." With that point presented, the crowd cheered in approval.
"Speaking of Randy Orton and people who all of Evolution had a history with, that leads me to Stone Cold Steve Austin. We both know he has quite the history with Ric Flair, tons with Triple H, and a very big particle of it with me. Back in 2003, Chris, remember that Survivor Series match you and Orton were on the same team in? The one where he beat Shawn Michaels as the sole survivor? The one that was to determine whether Stone Cold or Eric Bischoff would be keeping the GM post on Raw?" Batista reminded him, taking a pause so as to wait for the moment to come to Jericho. "If I remember correctly, you guys were on Bischoff's team, and come to think of it, I think Christian was, too-"
"Will you just get to the point, monkey?" Chris harshly cut him off, this demand not going over well with the people at all.
"Good. You remember," Batista surmised Well, you guys were on Bischoff's team, and if it wasn't for ME, Batista Bombing Shawn Michaels right into the ground, then Randy Orton would've never pinned the man. I was the man who ended Stone Cold Steve Austin's time as the General Manager of Raw!" At the seemingly boastful recall of that event, the crowd mostly turned on Batista, though some understood his poitn and continued to cheer.
"Are you sure you wanna keep turning your precious parasitic Animal Lovers against you, Batista, just to prove this point to me?" Jericho asked, clearly noticing the shift in fan reaction and trying to psyche the Animal out.
"As much as I love these fans, wrestling is not a popularity contest," Batista asserted immediately. The people of Anaheim proved to fully agree with him. "A point which I'm gonna continue to prove, because you'd have to be an idiot not to know the recent history between me and Shawn Michaels. I do not like Shawn Michaels, I don't trust Shawn Michaels, and I wouldn't be surprised if Shawn Michaels kicked me in the head either. And if you think I'm not lookin' over my shoulder at all over Christian, who I've beaten down a couple times in the past for talking smack to me and who's now all of a sudden in the business of coming up with plans and establishing Coalitions, then you're sadly mistaken.
"Point is, Chris, there's nobody on that guest referee poll who I'm good friends with right now or who I plan to buddy up to, so Jericho, quit crying about the guest refeees not liking you before I take both of these microphones and shove them down your throat!" Batista commanded- only to find himself interrupted midway into the deed by the violin intro which led up to Waterproof Blonde's "Just Close Your Eyes", erupting the audience!
In just a few seconds, Christian and Travis Tomko both came out in street clothes, with Christian holding onto a microphone and straightening his shirt a little as they stood at the stage. After standing there for a few seconds and taking some time to admire the Peepulation that was out in full force for Christian, even pointing to some fans in unison at once a couple of times, Christian and Tomko turned to Batista and Jericho as Christian raised the microphone up to his mouth, the music fading out as he was now ready to speak.
"Chris; Dave; our old friends! How've you guys been?" Christian sarcastically greeted with a phony smile the two opponents in the next match for the World Heavyweight Title, which ironically (or not) put the entire crowd on his side. "Funny thing is, I didn't wanna come out here until you guys were done bickering like little girls, but Maryse just couldn't stop groaning at everything the two of you were saying, so Johnny and Miz insisted on me and Tomko coming out here to see about settin' somethin' a little straight around here." Once again, the Peeps replied to this by proving who they were for, as Chris Jericho and Batista looked completely flustered.
"You know, Christian, every time you appear like this, you make yourself look like even more of a disingenuous con man than you were before," Chris accused him immediately, turning the fans sour in a flash. "If there's one thing that Batista and I can both agree on, it's that you do not deserves to be the special guest referee for this match at Cyber Sunday."
"Hey Jerky, you might wanna stop telling me that I don't deserve something when it's basically just trying to drop itself right into my lap before I even considered it. How many times do I have to tell you, or Batista, or anybody else, that what I want is the match with Shawn Michaels? I don't even wanna be the special guest referee!" Christian tried to get through the thick skulls of the rivals in the ring, much to a mixed reaction of a crowd generally on his side.
"Just like you wanted a match with John Morrison and the Miz, huh?" Batista pointed out.
"That match is still gonna happen down the line, so let's face it, Batista. You haven't exactly proven anything from what you just said. Miz and Morrison have faced each other in matches and come out of it still the best of friends and tag team partners, and it's been happening that way for a long time," Christian retorted immediately. "Matter of fact, I'd say they're the first tag team I've seen be able to do that here for a long time. So just because we are the Christian Coalition doesn't mean we can't have a little competition along the way."
"Can you just get to the point of why you guys are even here right now? Because Batista and I were actually having a conversation of the big boys. Important people were talking here who actually have the intestinal fortitude to enter this ring while talking to each other-"
"Would you just shut your mouth and let him run his?" Batista immediately cut Jericho off at the pass, to which the crowd leapt with approval once more.
"So Christopher the Snob and David the Bully finally agree on something. What a lovely picture, huh?" Christian wittily concluded, before getting to business. "Actually, to be honest… competition is actually why we're here. See, last week, your General Manager Mike Adamle gave me the option of competing in a match against you of my choice tonight, Chris, so I just thought it was fair if I told you what my choice is. Our main event tonight, my friend, is gonna be a tag team match. It'll be the World Heavyweight Championship match for Cyber Sunday against the Christian Coalition. The two of you against the two of us. Chris Jericho and Batista against 'the Problem Solver' Travis Tomko and 'Captain Charisma' Christian!" What a huge swerve! Jericho and Batista actually being asked to team up against Christian and his Problem Solver! While the crowd went positively wild much to the glee of the grinning Christian and Tomko, and Batista just looked totally shocked and speechless, Jericho was slowly reduced to shaking his head in denial.
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" the Ayatollah sounded off in complete denial that this was happening. "This match cannot happen!" And his complaining once again angered the crowd. "I refuse to compete in a 3-on-1 handicap match!"
"You'd be competing in a 3-on-1 handicap match? Please! You are the least trustworthy person out of everyone here!" Batista shouted.
"This coming from the guy who expects us to all of a sudden forget that he used to be a member of Evolution, a group that was all about backstabbing all of integrity for Triple H, just because he 'likes' the fans now?" Jericho counter-reasoned defiantly.
"In case you missed the memo, I am proud of my time in Evolution. Triple H and Ric Flair taught me everything that I know about understanding the ins and outs of this business!" Batista continued to shout.
"Including how to betray your own best friends!" Jericho eagerly remarked.
"Stop shootin' off like stupid little babies and close your mouths right now!" Tomko finally spoke up, having taken Christian's microphone, and being thanked by a loud audience for his commanding sound in silencing the bickering rivals as he handed the microphone back to Christian.
"The fact is, whether you accept the match or not, it doesn't matter. It's my pick. I chose this match, and I say this match goes," Christian reminded everyone as the fans approved and the enemies disapproved once again. "And if I may make a suggestion, I think you two animals better kiss and make up and learn to coexist and get along before the show's over, because if you don't, then we might just surprise you. And if I were you guys, I wouldn't wanna be one of the guys coming back to the Raw locker room as the main event for the World Heavyweight Championship yet still unable to beat a couple midcarders from Smackdown."
"You know, it would be quite the embarrassing situation if it turned out I was actually afraid of losing to the two of you, but I'm not. What I'm concerned about is this conniving gorilla standing next to me taking the opportunity to turn on me and abandon me in the middle of the match the second I even begin to annoy him, thus causing great harm and damage to me to the point where I can't even be 100 percent to compete at Cyber Sunday," Jericho stated to boos, as Tomko once again took the mike on his side from Christian.
"Gee whiz, Jericho. I thought you'd be happy to pounce on a chance to beat me and Christian up. You seemed to have no problem doing it in the past," Tomko pointed out. "Besides, tonight you got a huge advantage. Because before I even do this thing, I already have a match with Miz and Morrison against Team Priceless. Now, why Christian would get me into two matches, I don't know, but maybe he can tell ya." That somewhat facetious reply led to Christian getting the mike back.
"Reason one is because if anybody can do two tag team matches in a single night right now, especially how he's been working out over the week, I had to pick Tomko," Christian began to explain. "And reason two is…" He paused to thump his chest and point a kiss to a side of the audience, giving his Peeps the heads up on what he was gonna say, before continuing with everyone in tow: "…because that's how I roll!"
As Christian's music came back on, the fans were brightly cheering and Christian and Tomko were widely grinning. Batista was still looking completely dumbfounded and Jericho shaking his head and scowling, completely humiliated by Christian. This was the scene that Captain Charisma and the Problem Solver turned their backs to as they retreated backstage seconds before the show went to commercial break.
Once the program came back some three minutes later, Christian and Tomko were walking through the back area when…
"Christian! Tomko!" an unimpressive-sounding someone called, running over to them from behind. They turned around and caught sight of Josh Matthews with a microphone.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second. Josh; you still work here?" Christian quipped, somewhat surprised to see the young."
"Uh, yeah, that's actually what I came to do, my job," Josh replied, trying to be witty. He didn't exactly fail, though, Christian had to give him that. "Anyway, guys, after what we just saw out there, everyone is just totally confused right now. Because Tomko, you already have a match against Team Priceless, which consists of Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes, and Manu. Why in the world would you wanna put yourself in the position of wrestling two matches tonight?"
"Well, I don't know if you missed it," Tomko started, "but kid, I believe Christian said something about me working out real hard over this past week. And the fact is, I have. But I also took a break all day yesterday so I could keep myself fresh for tonight. Now let's think about the two matches that I've been put in for just a second. You got one match that's actually a six-man tag, so I'm sharing the workload with two guys who have become the best tag team in all of WWE, and in the other match, I'm teaming up with my longtime friend and partner Christian against two guys who can't even look each other in the eye and act like normal people. This ain't just about working hard, Josh: it's also about working smart. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta find John Morrison and the Miz. Keep him busy, Christian." Oddly enough, as he walked off on his own, that whole scene sounded and looked like Tomko was the leader! Christian smiled widely at that, clearly impressed with the big man as he watched him leave for a few seconds.
"Tomko did have a great point in stating how Chris Jericho and Batista can't stand each other," Josh admitted, Christian's grin turning his way now. "But how did you manage to even come up with the idea?"
"Josh, look at me," Christian commanded, causing Matthews to pay even more attention to him than he was already doing so. "Are you serious? A guy who I once completely embarrassed from pillar to post at WrestleMania is the World Heavyweight Champion, there's a clear opportunity to pull another one over his head, and you think I'm not gonna take it? Who exactly do you think I am here? The guy who just sits there and waits for everybody else to take initiative until he's shoved into the back o' the line? You must've missed Smackdown the last few weeks. I'm 'Captain Charisma' Christian. And where there's me, there's always a royal flush to watch out for."
"A royal flush to watch out for?" Josh repeated in question form.
"Ah-!" Christian immediately shut him up. "You know what, kid? Come with me. Let's find the interview monitor. I want you to see what happens with my peeps in some 10-15 minutes when they take out Team Priceless. Come on."
And so Christian and Josh Matthews set out on an adventure of their own.
About seven minutes later, after Mickie James and Katie Lea fought to a no contest only to be attacked by Beth Phoenix, John Morrison was hanging out with Maryse and the Miz outside the Coalition's special dressing room.
"Tomko gonna be here? And where exactly is Christian, anyway?" Morrison asked, curious as the time for their own match was approaching yet the Problem Solver was nowhere in sight.
"He told us to meet him in the locker room after the match, so I think he's planning something. But I don't know what," Maryse recalled certain instructions, only for
"Hey, guys," a certain voice suddenly called to them. As they looked to their general left, they saw the big tattoed man himself, Travis Tomko, still in street clothes, unlike Morrison and Miz with their own signature wrestling pants and Miz's Chick Magnet shirt and Yin-Yang top hate and Morrison's fur coat.
"Is the door open?" Tomko asked them first thing.
"Yeah, sure," Johnny replied, as Tomko made his way towards it. "Hey, just curious, though; what took you so long?"
"Ah. Guess I probably got a little lazy or something," Travis answered as he opened the door and stepped about two steps inside, simply taking off his skullcap and black tank top, before stepping right back out and closing the door up again.
"So, we ready to go?" Tomko asked the others, leaving them slightly dumbfounded especially at the overconfidence this was showing here.
"Uh… aren't you supposed to be getting your tights on?" Maryse hesitated to ask.
"Y… Y'know, I… somehow… don't, think he needs it," Johnny remarked, steadily regaining his own senses as well.
"Uh… I actually agree with this," Miz suddenly decided aloud. "I mean, come on. We got a big huge Problem Solver who's a hell of a lot better than he was before, competing along side the greatest tag team, of the 21st century… is it really that necessary to don the tights against Priceless?"
"Think about it, Miz. No, it's not," Tomko replied in "duh" tone. "So, let's take it to the house. Come on." On that note, the Problem Solver started walking on ahead, a task which his Coalition partners eagerly followed suit about.
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A/N: First off, sorry I've taken ages to update as far as this fic goes. Let's just say that I've been a little sidetracked with some help that I've been dishing out to others and writing time really hasn't come in bundles for me lately, until the past few days (and that was actually spent on my Charmed fanfic).
Secondly, I seriously should be finishing the night (meaning Raw). Unfortunately, I haven't don't want any single chapter to take up too many pages, plus I just waned everybody to know that this is not dead. Next chapter will feature the Coalition's matches on Raw. And I don't plan on taking this long to get to it at all.
See ya later, peeps and alligators.
-Pac.