By: Jay Winger
Note: This is set immediately after "Storm Warning: Submission." To recap: following the mysterious attack in the basement on RAW, both Benoit and the Storm cut promos on each other, and then met each other at Fully Loaded in a Submission Match. The two went at each other with ferocity, both getting painful moves in on the other -- Benoit locking on the Crossface, but the Storm was by far on top of his game, putting Benoit in the Figure-Four Leglock, his Twister hold, the Texas Cloverleaf, and a new hold that bent his back. Soon, the Storm dislocated Benoit's shoulder and then applied a move he called the Hammerlock Necksnapper. It was with this move that the Storm finally rendered Benoit unconscious and won the match, then proclaimed, "The King is dead! Long live the king!"
MONDAY: RAW is WAR, Jul. 20
Fully Loaded was twenty-four hours in the past. The triple main event was past as well. The Storm had rendered King of the Ring Chris Benoit unconscious in a Submission Match, Triple H was number-one contender for the WWF title at Summerslam, and Stone Cold Steve Austin had retained his WWF Championship over The Rock, once again.
The Storm was currently backstage in the APA "office," celebrating their respective wins at Fully Loaded with some beer and a friendly game of poker. Passing out another round of Natural Lights, the Storm stood up and raised his beer in the air. "To the former King of the Ring!" he said. "May he one day regain consciousness and realize the idiocy of contending with a Force of Nature!" Bradshaw and Faarooq laughed, toasting back, and all three swallowed a mouthful.
Bradshaw stood up now and raised his own brew. "To Test," he said. "May he one day finally get some T&A!" More laughter and another swig all around.
Faarooq stood up and did the same. "To Albert," he rumbled in his bass voice. "May he never take that shirt off again!" Another round of laughter and they all finished their beers and tossed them in the growing pile in the back of the "office." More cans were passed out.
The Storm leaned back as he considered the hand of cards in front of him. "Yeah, last night was a good night for Texans," he drawled. "I kicked Benoit's ass, you guys creamed T&A, and Austin retained his title." He looked up and grinned. "S'like I keep sayin'--" He raised his beer, and all three of them said, "Don't mess with Texas!" in unison.
There was a knock on the door to the "office," prompting the Storm to pick up his ugly-stick instinctively. They all looked up and saw Commissioner Mick Foley walk in. The Storm relaxed. "Hey, guys," Foley grinned. "What's up?"
"The price of back bacon in Saskatoon," the Storm replied. "What's shakin', Mick?"
"All four cheeks and a couple chins," Foley said. "Listen, I've just booked T&A with Chris Benoit in a six-man tag. Interested?"
The Storm turned and cocked an eyebrow at the Acolytes, who grinned back and nodded. The Storm tilted his head back to look at Foley. "In the words of Stone Cold -- Hell yeah!"
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Guitar music played over the TitanTron, while images of Test, Albert, and Trish Stratus played on the screen. The trio walked out, Test wearing silver pants with his cross-symbol on it, Albert wearing silver pants with a black-and-white design up the sides. Trish was, as usual, wearing an outfit that did nothing to hide her own T&A. Test and Albert climbed up on the apron, took Trish's hands, and hoisted her up over the ropes and into the ring. They stepped over the ropes and came in as well. "The following six-man tag team contest is scheduled for one fal, introducing first, being accompanied by Trish Stratus, weighing in at a combined weight of 662 pounds, Test and Albert...T&A!"
The team stood in the ring and watched as the lights flashed blue and deep bass guitar chords played. Chris Benoit walked out, wearing his gold-on-black tights as he came down to the ring. He stood in front of T&A, looking tiny next to them. "And their tag-team partner, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds...he is the King of the Ring...CHRIS BENOIT!"
All three faced the TitanTron as heavy metal guitar music played. The words APA PROTECTION appeared on the screen over videos of Faarooq and Bradshaw creaming their opponents. The Storm walked out with them, wearing an APA shirt and carrying his ugly-stick. Referee Tim White made T&A and Benoit leave the ring while the APA entered. The Storm went up on the post, raised his ugly-stick in the air, then swung it around, pointing at the audience, then around at Benoit. He made a slow throat cut before hopping off the post and tossing it to the timekeeper with his sunglasses. "And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 560 pounds...Faarooq and Bradshaw...THE ACOLYTES! And their tag team partner, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 239 pounds...THE STORM!"
The heel team charged the ring and the match started off with a Pier Six brawl. Benoit ferociously attacked the Storm, driving him back in the corner and kicking away at the Storm's chest and still-bruised arm. The Storm battled back and managed to score a kick to Benoit's nether region, then got up and threw Benoit back in the corner. He targeted Benoit's still-injured shoulder and landed blow after blow to the area, then stretched the Crippler King's neck back. Test, having thrown Bradshaw out of the ring, went after the Storm, grabbing him for an inverted DDT. Benoit slumped out of the corner, mouth open as he breathed heavily and clutched at his injured shoulder. Test stomped on the Storm for a while, then went to go double-team Faarooq with Albert.
Faarooq was thrown into the corner, as Test and Albert backed into the other corner. Albert went to whip Test, who reversed it and threw his partner toward the black Acolyte. Albert roared as he charged, slamming his massive body into Faarooq's. Test started to pull Faarooq out for a gutwrench powerbomb, but Bradshaw was back in the ring with a big clothesline from behind. The Storm was back up with a sliding dropkick to Albert's leg, preventing the bald man from helping out his partner. Unfortunately, this also had the effect of getting Albert to focus on him.
As Benoit and Test brawled out of the ring with the Acolytes, Albert grabbed the Storm's arm and whipped him into the ropes. Albert floored him with a massive clothesline, roaring: "Yaaaah!" The Storm got back up and aimed a kick at Albert's stomach. The bald-headed wrestler grabbed his foot and laughed at him. "Laugh at this, baldie," the Storm told him, then flipped off the mat with an enzuigiri that knocked Albert down on his face. The Storm stomped on his head a couple times, then grabbed his arm and twisted it back in a hammerlock, then planted his knee on Albert's wrist and leaned forward, linking his hands beneath Albert's jaw and pulling back.
"The Storm has Albert in that submission hold -- the Hammerlock Necksnapper!" J.R. was saying.
"Albert, come on, you big galoot, get up!" Jerry Lawler hollered.
The Storm's face was intense, as wild as Benoit's often got while he had someone in the Crossface. The Storm snarled, "Let's hear the snap!" as he stretched Albert's neck back. Albert was yelling in pain, legs kicking, and finally Albert managed to grab a rope. The Storm snapped his hands back and slammed Albert's face into the mat, then went over and tagged in Bradshaw. They stood Albert up and whipped him into the ropes, then flatteneed him with a double shoulder block. The Storm left the ring, while Bradshaw continued the punishment in the ring with a whip into the corner, followed by a clothesline, then another corner whip and clothesline.
Albert was pulled out and whipped into the ropes again, but Albert came back ("Yaaaah!") with a flying clothesline. He got up and tagged in Test, who went over to deliver some harsh punches to Bradshaw as he stood up shakily. Bradshaw got whipped into the ropes and taken down with a big boot from Test. Test stood him up and kicked him in the gut, then wrapped his arms around his waist and yanked him in the air for a gutwrench powerbomb. Bradshaw's body shook as he was slammed into the mat, and Test went for the cover. 1...2...and Faarooq broke the pin with an elbow drop on the small of Test's back.
Faarooq stood up, shouting abuse down at Test, then looked up to see Albert running at him. Faarooq stopped him in midcharge with a spinebuster, then rolled him out of the ring as Bradshaw got back up, scoop slamming Test to keep him down, then springing off the ropes for a big elbow drop. Bradshaw hoisted up Test's leg and did a few elbow drops to the knee, then went for the cover. Benoit ascended the corner. 1...2...and Benoit hit a swandive headbutt to Bradshaw's head, breaking the pin.
The Storm charged into the ring and hit Benoit with a Lou Thesz press and started delivering left-right punches to Benoit's face. The referee managed to pull the Storm off of Benoit, but got shoved away as the Force of Nature went back over to Benoit and delivered a groin stomp before ascending the post for a Windfall. Albert and Faarooq were going at it outside the ring, and Trish had slipped off her boot and was sneaking up behind the Storm. The Storm grabbed the ropes and leaned back, and that's when Trish swung her platform boot into the back of his head. The Storm let go of the ropes as soon as he was hit and fell off the post, down to the hard floor. The audience groaned, then booed, as Test hit a pumphandle slam on Bradshaw, then pinned him quickly before Faarooq could get to them. 1...2...3!
Test got up and got flattened by a shoulder block from Faarooq, but then Albert was in the ring. He turned Faarooq around and grabbed him around the throat. Roaring, Albert lifted him up, then dropped into a sit-down position as he slammed the black Acolyte with the Albertbomb. Benoit rolled out of the ring, picked up the Storm and threw him into the ring. The Crippler King then picked up a steel chair and followed, raising the chair to bludgeon the Storm in the head. He prepared to do it again, then looked up to see Rikishi coming down to the ring in black 'Phat Wear' attire. The Samoan entered the ring and directed T&A to stand the Acolytes up and put them in the corner. They did so, holding them there as Rikishi backed up, slapping his hands on his considerable ass, then charged, swung around and drove his massive rear end into the APA.
Meanwhile, Benoit brutalized the Storm with the chair, then started to set him up for the Crippler Crossface. He locked it in, but the Storm -- admittedly half-conscious from the boot shot and all those chair shots -- hissed in pain and clenched his fist, refusing to tap the mat or scream. Rikishi gave Faarooq a Banzai Drop and was preparing to do the same to Bradshaw when the TitanTron played the sound of shattering glass and metal guitar chords. The heels all looked up in shock, seeing Stone Cold Steve Austin sprinting down to the ring. Test charged first, got a Stunner, and then Albert got similar treatment. The Rattlesnake stomped on Benoit's spine, then turned to face Rikishi, who was charging as well. Another Stunner, and the Samoan rolled out of the ring. Austin picked up the steel chair and brained Test with it, then swung it at Trish on the apron, who ducked and retreated off the apron.
Austin turned back to Benoit, only to see the Storm back on his (unsteady) feet, delivering a harsh jab to the midsection, then hoisting the Wolverine onto his shoulder. The Storm snarled as he dropped to one knee, piledriving Benoit's head in the Southern Lightning. He rolled Benoit out of the ring as the Acolytes got to their feet using the ropes. Austin looked at them all, then at Rikishi, Benoit, Trish, and T&A, who were retreating up the ramp. Stone Cold gave them all a middle finger, raising the chair in a gesture of unpleasant promise. He turned back to the team still in the ring.
The audience murmurred, wondering what was going to happen. Since his return at Unforgiven, Austin hadn't been known for showing anyone mercy who was in the ring during his run-ins. They waited, wondering if Austin would go to give all three of them Stunners, or just leave. Then the Storm started grinning and gestured at the four of them, speaking something inaudible to the crowd. Austin smirked, then threw aside the steel chair and laughed. All four men turned to the timekeeper and raised their hands in the air. Now everyone could hear them shout, "Beer me!"
The fans popped as beers were thrown to all four men, who went to the posts and toasted the audience, then crossed paths and posed on the opposite corners. They got more beers, then faced each other in the center of the ring, toasted each other, then all four crowed, "Don't mess with Texas!"
THURSDAY: Smackdown!, Jul. 23
Austin and the Acolytes were gathered in the APA office on Thursday. Stone Cold's WWF title belt was draped over the back of his chair as he swigged a can of beer, then checked his cards. "I'll see your twenty," he said, tossing out a bill, then a few more, "and raise ya fifty."
"You're bluffin'," Bradshaw said. "Let's see 'em."
Austin laughed. "All right. Read 'em and weep." He spread his hand on the table. "Full house, kings and jacks."
"Dammit," Bradshaw said, throwing down his own hand. "How the Hell's he do it?"
"I cheat," Austin said, gathering up his winnings. The Acolytes gave him a black look, and Austin smirked. "I'm kidding."
"Hey, man," Faarooq said as he gathered up the cards and started shuffled, "where's Storm? I ain't seen him all day."
"I think he's doin' his own investigation," Bradshaw said. "You know, like you did, Steve? Lookin' for the som'bitches who jumped him in the basement a week ago."
"He gonna be around for a few rounds later?" Austin asked.
"Should be," Faarooq said, "if he doesn't get his ass beat `fore then."
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"Hey! Joe!"
The rumormonger Just Joe froze as he heard that voice and turned to see the Storm walking up to him, ugly-stick in hand. Joe backed up. "Hey, wait a minute, man, I haven't done anything to you in months!"
"Shut up," the Storm said, backing him against a wall. "You know a lotta stuff that goes on around here, right?"
"Yeah--"
"So do you know who the two black-masked yahoos were that attacked me in the basement?" The Storm pointed the ugly-stick at him. "Mind you, you lie to me, I'll put your ass back in the hospital."
Just Joe shook his head. "No, man, I don't know, but I can find out for you..."
"Do that. And again, you lie to me, I'll stomp you flat."
Just Joe nodded and slipped around the Storm and walked off. The Force of Nature watched him go, then bumped into Steven Richards on his way back to the APA office. The censor's eyes widened a moment as he realized who he was looking at, then narrowed. "Mr. Storm--"
The Storm grabbed Richards by his tie and pressed him against the wall. "My name," he said, "is the Storm."
Richards sniffed. "Mr. the Storm," he went on, "your recent alcoholic tendencies have come to my attention. You continually surround yourself with sin and decadence--"
"This coming from the guy who's giving Ivory the horizontal hello?" the Storm interrupted.
Richards sputtered. "Wh-wh-what?! I would do no such thing! I am trying to make this company more acceptable and less profane--"
"Well, listen, then, Mr. Richards," the Storm said. "You wanna prove that to me? You wanna censor my activities? You go get your little Poindexter buddies together and meet me and my Lone Star buddies in the ring, and we'll defend our right to drink ourselves blind." He pulled Richards off the wall and threw him across the hall, then went off.
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"Hey, Storm! Glad you could make it," Bradshaw said, holding up a can of beer for him. "Just in time for the next hand."
"Actually, guys," the Storm said, "I bumped into Steven Richards on my way back."
The Acolytes grumbled. "Oh, man..."
"Then I saw Foley, and he's booked us four in an eight-man tag against Right to Censor tonight." He looked over at the still-very full cooler of beer, then smirked. "What say we beat their asses and give 'em a beer bath?"
"I dunno, man," Faarooq said. "Seems like a waste of perfectly good beer."
The Storm shrugged. "So we'll use the light stuff on them. Save the regulars for us."
Austin grinned. "Hell, man, sounds like a deal. Too bad you didn't gimme more notice, or I'd've gotten a beer truck, given `em a real beer bath."
"There'll be time for that another day," the Storm smirked. "Right now, let's go kick some censoring ass."
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"Warning! Warning! Warning!" The OvalTron flashed the 'NO' symbol as the four male members of Right to Censor walked down the ramp, adjusting their ties. "The following is an eight-man tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 1130 pounds...Bull Buchanan, the Goodfather, Val Venis, and Steven Richards...RIGHT TO CENSOR!"
They entered the ring and all raised their arms in the air, while Richards took the mic from Tony Chimel, the fans booing him on sight. "We are here to put an end to the unacceptable behavior of this immoral company," he proclaimed, "and thus make this great nation a better place for you all. Whether you like it or not, we will continue to fight the good fight for morality and decency, because it's for...your own good." Richards gave the mic back to Chimel, just as the OvalTron flashed the symbol of the Storm as sirens went off.
"Seek shelter...the Storm...has...ARRIVED!" Lightning shot from the ceiling and set off pyros, and then the Storm walked out of the smoke, wearing his I am a Force of Nature shirt. He carried a microphone and his ugly-stick, and paused half-way down the ramp, raising it in the air, then pointing it out at the crowd, sweeping it around in a quarter-circle before pointing at the censors in the ring. He gave them a slow throat cut. "And their opponents...first, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 239 pounds...THE STORM!"
"Steven Richards!" the Storm shouted into his mic. "This...is your Storm Warning!" The fans cheered. "You talk about immoral behavior? These fans--" And here he pointed at them, "--can see right through your little charade. We've all seen those looks you've given Ivory." Fresh round of boos for the female censor. "We've seen the way you help her out all the time." He smirked. "Though I where I come from--which is what, fans?" "Texas!" "Damn right. --what you and Ivory are doing we call 'doin' the hibbidy-dibbidy.'" Big cheer from the fans as Richards screamed at him, shaking his head and shouting No!
Val Venis took the mic from Chimel and pointed at the Storm. "You come down here and dare insult our leader like this? That's exactly the sort of behavior I'd expect from an immoral and violent person like you. Tonight, we are going to defeat you, and then...we will exercise our right to censor...on you."
The OvalTron lit up with the words APA Protection as hard rock guitar chords sounded. The fans cheered as the Acolytes walked out, faces hard. "And his tag-team partners, weighing in at a combined weight of 560 pounds...Faarooq and Bradshaw...THE ACOLYTES!"
The Storm smirked and handed Bradshaw the mic. He shouted, "You wanna talk about rights? Well, lemme tell you what rights I got! I got the right to drink a lot of beer!" Big cheers. "I got the right to consort with wild, half-nekkid women!" Big cheers again. "And we got the right to protect those rights by kickin' your censorin' ass!"
But instead of charging the ring, the three Texans stood on the ramp and waited, then smirked at the censors as the glass shattered and the metal guitar chords of Disturbed rocked the arena. The fans went nuts as Austin walked out. "And their partner, from Victoria, Texas...weighing in at 252 pounds...STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN!"
Bradshaw tossed Austin the mic as he set down the cooler of beer. Austin stepped out in front, then said, "Now you four jackasses wanna go around telling me what to do? I tell you what I'm gonna do...I'm gonna come in that ring, stomp a mudhole in all your asses, raise up both middle fingers, and then knock back a cold one." He turned to the fans. "If you want me to shut these som'bitches up -- Texas style, gimme a Hell Yeah!" "Hell Yeah!"
That was all the encouragement the Texans needed. They charged into the ring and swarmed all over the censors. Richards tried to escape the slaughter, but the Storm caught him by the back of his shirt, yanked him back and down into a backbreaker over his knee. The Acolytes dragged Buchanan and the Goodfather out of the ring as Val Venis and Austin traded punches. The Storm whipped Richards across the ring and caught him coming off the ropes with a Thesz press. He held Richards down with one hand, grinning at him evilly as he raised a fist, then started knuckling his face.
Finally, the Storm stopped and stood a groggy Richards on his feet and tossed him into the corner. He grabbed Richards by the tie and whipped him across the ring, then grabbed his tie again and wrapped it around his fist. He yanked, and punched Richards in the face with that fist, then did it again, and again. He did it several times before releasing Richards, only to throw him to the mat, pinning his arms back with his legs and pulling the knot tighter around the censor's throat.
Richards kicked and choked, then wrapped his ankles around the rope, causing the referee to come over to tell the Storm to release him. The Storm did so, tossing Richards out of the ring as Austin threw Val into the ropes. He and Austin reverse elbowed Val and stomped on him a bit. Then, the Storm nodded to Austin, who left the ring as the Force of Nature pulled Venis up and gave him a short-arm clothesline. Maintaining his grip on Val's arm, the Storm dropped down and wrapped his legs around the arm for an armbar. He held this grip for a while, then pulled Venis up and dragged him over to his corner. He tagged in Bradshaw, then held Venis' arm out as Bradshaw dropped off the second rope with a double-axe handle. Val's arm snapped down, and the ex-porn star grimaced in pain.
Bradshaw grabbed Val's arm again and whipped him, but yanked him back from the whip into a gutshot and a big DDT. He turned Val over and went for a quick pin. 1...2...and Val kicked out. Bradshaw stood him up and whipped him hard into the corner -- hard enough for Val to fall over from the impact. He picked Val up, worked him over with a few punches, then pulled him over to his corner and tagged in Faarooq. The two Acolytes lifted Val up on Faarooq's shoulders, then tandem powerbombed him to the mat.
Faarooq pulled Val to his feet and threw him into the ropes, then bent over to get ready to give him a back drop, but Val stopped himself and kicked Faarooq in the shoulders. Faarooq staggered back, then got knocked down by a clothesline. Val pulled Faarooq up and kneed him in the face a bit, then dragged him over to RTC's corner, where he tagged in Buchanan. The former corrections officer helped give the black Acolyte a tandem suplex, then whipped him into the corner, following with a body splash. He did it again in the opposite corner, then set Faarooq up for a top-rope scissors kick. But as Buchanan poised himself, the Storm walked out to the middle of the ring apron and jostled the ropes. Buchanan fell and crotched himself on the turnbuckle, then fell into the ring, where Faarooq threw him into the ropes for a powerslam. Cover. 1...2...and the Goodfather jumped in the ring with a double-axe handle to the back of Faarooq's head. Buchanan got up, waded into Faarooq with some punches, then choked him against the top rope as he tagged in the Goodfather.
The Goodfather stood Faarooq up and gave him a death suplex, then sprang off the ropes for a big leg drop across his chest. Cover. 1...2...and the Storm hit a sliding dropkick to the Goodfather's face. He left the ring quickly as the Goodfather stomped toward the Texan corner, but too close as Bradshaw and Austin grabbed him and trapped him in the corner while Faarooq charged and hit a big body splash on the Goodfather. Faarooq tagged the Storm in as the Goodfather fell over and groggily started to get to his feet. The Storm climbed up to the top and leaned back, then sprang out -- fans screaming "Reap the Windfall!" -- and hit the Goodfather with his diving crossbody. Quickly, before the Goodfather could get back up, the Storm gave him a groin stomp, then twisted his legs in the Texas Cloverleaf.
In the RTC corner, the heels all clamored for him to grab the ropes as the referee got down and asked if the ex-pimp would like to tap out. The Goodfather grimaced and reached for the ropes, then grabbed them. The Storm released him, but then threw the Goodfather into the neutral corner and followed up with a dropkick to his kidneys, knocking the Goodfather down. Austin shouted something at the Storm, who looked over and nodded. He stomped on the Goodfather's face, then slid out of the ring and positioned himself behind the post. He grabbed the black censor's legs, sneered at him, then yanked the legs back, crotching him on the post.
The Storm got back in the ring, rolling him up for a pin. 1...2...and the Goodfather kicked out. The Storm got up, then got elbowed in the stomach. The Goodfather threw him in the corner, elbowed him a couple times, then backed up into the opposite corner. He ran in place, pumping his arms, then ran at the Storm, who sidestepped, then hit a head scissors on him. The Storm was about to hit a leg drop when the Goodfather swept his legs out from underneath him with one arm, then dragged him over to the hostile corner. Richards tagged in and hit a Censorkick on the Storm while the Goodfather held him in place, then choked him against the post with one hand while he screamed, "Look into my eyes! I am trying to make you see the light! I'm trying to help you!"
Finally, the referee pulled Richards away, long enough for the Storm to get to his feet and make a weak lunge at him, but Val Venis grabbed him and held him back. The referee was over to talk at him, leaving Richards alone in the middle of the ring. Austin took the opportunity to charge into the ring and hit a lariat on him from behind. The Acolytes followed suit, knocking the Goodfather and Buchanan off the apron and following them out to continue the abuse. Val was in to save Richards from the stomping he was receiving at Austin's hands (or feet, rather), allowing the Storm to hit a double-axe handle to Val's back. The ex-porn star turned around and knocked the Storm back. He pulled him out and set him up for a death suplex. Rather than complete it, however, Val grabbed the Storm's leg, swung him around and slammed him in the Censorbomb. Austin was over with a clothesline in the corner for Val, then kicked him out of the ring as the referee went outside to bring the Acolytes under control.
While the referee was distracted, Richards got back up, groggily. Austin saw him, gave him a gutshot, turned around, grabbed his head, and dropped down in a Stunner! The Storm, while weak from the Censorbomb, dragged himself over, hooking up Richards' leg. The referee looked up, slid into the ring, and counted the pin. 1...2...3! The bell was rung and the Storm's music played. Austin helped the Storm up and grinned at him, congratulating him. Outside, Val was clutching the back of his head and grimacing angrily as the Acolytes finished off Buchanan and the Goodfather. Val slid into the ring and dragged Richards out, helping his leader to his feet and guiding him up the ramp as the other two censors escaped from the Acolytes.
The Texans convened in the ring, watching the censors as they retreated, while Austin and the Storm gave them the middle finger. Austin called for the beer, and cans were tossed in to the team. The Storm grinned. "That's right," he said as he popped the top on his beer. "You don't screw with Lone Star! And you--"
"Don't mess with Texas!" the other three crowed as they clashed their beers together, then went to the posts and toasted the crowd, pouring their beer into their mouths.
* * *
Backstage, Chris Benoit and his Radicalz buddies were watching this on the monitor. Benoit scowled. "And my ex-partner finds some other jokers to latch on to," he muttered. "Well, we can take them down a peg, right, boys?"
"That's right, ese," Eddie Guerrero laughed. "We'll show those guys not to mess with d' Radicalz, man!"
"Damn straight," Dean Malenko said in his gravelly voice. He frowned at the fruit and vegetable trays in the room. "Man, why do we keep getting this stuff? We need some meat in here!"
"Relax," Benoit assured them. "We'll get some meat," he told Dean, "and we'll also get Storm and all three of his 'Lone Star' buddies. With a little help from my 2x4-swinging friends." He grinned evilly as the Radicalz chuckled.
-more to come-
Disclaimer: All things WWF are property of Titan Sports. The Storm is a completely fictional character. I do incorporate a few traits from existing WWF wrestlers, but for the most part, he's my idea. Well, as this part indicates, the Storm's got himself a new set of friends, the all-Texas team that he calls Lone Star. The story's definitely not over -- and I desperately want to get my creative center away from these fics, but I just keep writing them. Admittedly, I like what I'm doing, but I still want to get my energies elsewhere. Ah, well.
If you have any ideas for who you think the Storm would team up with or go up against, let me know. Drop me a line at jay_winger_2k@hotmail.com
-=Jay 2K Winger=-