Life Of A Superstar

Chapter 34: Prepare Yourself

Eric Bischoff's Office

"First off, congratulation on winning the Royal Rumble. Quite a accomplishment for such a new talent here in the WWE."

"It wasn't easy, Eric, but then again, nobody said it would be."

"I can't help but notice how going separate ways with the remnants of Evolution seemed to have suited you well."

"Well, I gotta give Triple H and Ric Flair credit for breaking me in. I don't mind pushing my weight around when I need to, but only for the right reasons."

"Sure. In any case, now that you're the #1 contender for Triple H's World Heavyweight title at WrestleMania, I figure you'd better prepare yourself for some top-level competition, starting tonight."

"Sounds good."

"I'm booking you against Kane one-on-one."

Chris once again battles Kane. Again, Kane's slow attacks make him vulnerable. Chris was able to pick up another win, but a week later Chris Jericho came to the ring to make an announcement.

"You know, I've been in this business a long time, and I'm getting a little tired of the favoritism some guys get around here just because they are the "hot new thing." It used to be that you had to earn your spot if you want to make it to the top, which is something I've done time and time again. And what do I see now? I see a new guy getting an Intercontinental title shot. Then, I see that same guy handed the #29 spot at the Rumble on a silver platter. And now he's set as the #1 contender for a World title at WrestleMania, a contender for the title I used to hold. But the thing is, he's never proven himself to me, he's never, ever faced off against me. So Chris Jones, yes, I'm talking to you. I think it's about time you prove to me and the world that you are worthy. "I don't care if you joined Evolution when you first joined the WWE, and I don't care that you're the GM's new ass clown. I'm gonna show the world that you are nothing but a spoiled brat with a silver spoon up your ass. I should be the #1 contender! so I'm calling you out. Get your ass out here and face me in this ring, Junior!"

Chris came out and a fight started. But Chris was not having any of Jericho's bullshit so he finished quickly but unknown to him, Flair was creeping very slowly, entered the ring and low blowed Chris again. As he fell, Flair took his legs and stomped on his groin twice.

"You may have gotten lucky winning the Royal Rumble, but now that you are #1 cointender, you've got a bigger target on your back than ever. You think you can just waltz right into WrestleMania, the granddaddy of them all and have a chance against the World Heavyweight champion, Triple H? Well think again! To be the man, you gotta beat the man! Right now, that man is Triple H, and after WrestleMania, that man will still be Triple H. You might as well hang em up, because when you go one-on-one with the Cerebral Assassin, you've got no chance to win! Wooo!"

The next day, Chris had his groin checked. Good thing nothing was broken. Shawn Michaels approaches him on the next RAW.

"Look, Chris we have a match tonight so I will not go easy on you. If i take you down, I could be next in line for a title shot after WrestleMania."

"I expect nothing less. I'm sure you didn't get to where you are in the WWE by half-assing it."

Triple H and Ric Flair bursted into the door, clotheslining Chris and shoulder blocking HBK. Flair took Chris from and placed his right arm at the open door, Triple H kicked the door closed twice on Chris' arm. That's only part of Triple H's plan to stop Chris, but the match against HBK did not hinder his chances of winning as he defeats him despite his injury. HBK shook hands with him, but not before Flair once again attacks them both. Bischoff once again comes out and speaks.

"Since one of my responsibilities around here is to maintain order, it seems I need to address a little issue concerning you three gentlemen. It seems all three of you have the same aspirations in mind, and that's a problem. See, Mr. Jones earned his title shot at the Royal Rumble fair and square. In fact, the only way that he could possibly lose his chance to face Triple H at WrestleMania would be if he is injured and unable to perform. So keeping that in mind, and keeping in mind that another significant part of my duties as GM is to ensure we keep our fans entertained, here's what I've had in mind: I see... a match... yes, next week. I see it now. Chris Jones vs. Ric Flair vs. Shawn Michaels vs. World Heavyweight champion Triple H in a Fatal Four-Way. Don't worry, Mr. Jones. Clearly we must play by the rules, so regardless of who wins, you won't lose your title shot. But as to what shape you show up in at WrestleMania, that will be up to you four gentlemen to decide."