Are You Ready?
by
SpiritStream17
SS17's Note: Thank you all for the reviews you gave me. And, yes, Austin gets the better looking outfit in this. But I was broad on Rocky so you can image whatever you want Rocky-heart-throbbers that you are! GYAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! Oh yeah, this is the last chapter... forgot to tell ye! Ah well! REVIEW A LOT! Zyah!
Chapter Two - Bow To The Masters
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"What?" --Faye
"Well, we thought we were being immature. To leave a young woman in a place like this." --Jet
"You aren't thinking wierd thoughts, are you?" --Faye
"No. We thought we'd escort you to a place more considerate of your situation." --Jet
"Oh, and where would that be?" --Faye
"The police." --Jet and Spike
"I'm taking off." --Spike
"Spike! Shit, I won't be responsible for you!" --Jet
"Roger that." --Spike
"Men are such idiots." --Faye
"That's all you get." - Spike
"I know that!" - Faye
"Depositing it at the casinos again?" - Spike
"Better than a bank!" - Faye
"You're totally wrong if you think your old woman still thinks about you." - Faye
"You're totally wrong yourself if you think every other woman thinks like you." - Spike
"Justice and duty, duty, THREE O'CLOCK TEA!" - Ed
"August 6th. Skyday.
Today we will go look for the spooky mysterious space creature.
Lesson, lesson . . . If you see a stranger, follow him!
Exploration, experimentation, exclamation.
Lights shine brightly in the many towns." - Ed
"It was . . . oh, one year ago. When I had gotten ahold of a real lobster. I hid it in the fridge in this stock room just so nobody else would eat it. But I had forgotten about it and left it in there for a whole year. I wonder what it looks like in there now . . .
You shouldn't leave things in the fridge.
That is the lesson." - Spike
- Hell alot of quotes from my favorite anime in the world, Cowboy Bebop
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Hogan, Hall, and Nash walked into the Milwalkee arena for RAW with big grins upon their faces. They were all greeted with glares, snorts, and death threats from the guys in the back. They didn't care, they didn't have to worry. They had Vince McMahon, the king of bribery and the wrestling world. They got a pardon from the government from Rocky pressing charges. Fuck those assholes, a wrestler whispered. I'll make sure they'll never forget what they did to Rocky, threatened another one. Those sumbitches will learn not to mess with the WWF again, murmured with a deathly tone another wrestler. But they didn't care. They were free from any guilt.
"Well, well, what do we have here," Hall said, looking where Spike was talking with Hunter. The trio walked towards the two, malicious smirks plastered on their faces. Spike turned around and went wide eyed. He gulped, grabbing a determined look. Hall just laughed in delight of the little guy's try to be brave.
"Well, I think we have a runt," Hogan replied to Hall, looking at Spike. Then Nash looked at Hunter, whispering, "And a has been. Nah, it's a never-was."
Hunter pushed back Spike, whispering him to stay back. Hunter snarled, "Whatever you want with Spike, deal with me."
"OH! The never-was is protecting the whimp!" shouted Hall, extremely cocky. They all laughed at the same time, as Hogan added in a prissy voice, "My hero!" They all shut up when Spike handed Hunter a large, heavy, and kick ass sledgehammer, the scent of dried blood fresh. Hogan smiled wearily, Hunter noticing his heavy sweatdrops.
"Umm... we'll be leaving now," Hogan said, giving a cheesy let's-be-friends smile. Hunter just smirked.
"Who's we?" he asked, motioning his head behind Hogan. The former Hulk-a-mania man turned around, noticing Hall and Nash were running their asses off down the hallway towards their savior -- Vince McMahon. Hogan gulped, yelled a bye to Hunter, and followed his group. Hunter gave away a chuckle, as the wrestlers that formed in the backstage area (they didn't want another incident like Rocky's again) shook their heads with smiles on their faces.
"Thanks Spike," Hunter said, putting the sledgehammer on a steel chair next to him.
"Anytime," Spike replied, giving a smile and a thumbs up. Hunter laughed. Spike then whispered, "Now, about this whole revival thing..."
"Oh yeah! Before we were interrupted," Hunter shouted, then whispering with a sly smile. "It's the biggest thing since Austin vs. McMahon, Spike. Bigger than the Invasion! Bigger than Mick Foley's retirement!"
"You always bring that one up, don't you?"
"Well EXCUSE me if I'm that one that retired him," Hunter scoffed, crossing his arms. Spike just shook his head, "Just continue and tell me!"
Hunter smirked, just replying with a sly tone as he walked away, sledgehammer on his back.
"For this revival, you're gonna have to ask yourself this: are you ready?"
Spike raised an eyebrow, contemplating this question as Hunter chuckled, walking away.
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"I thought I would never be in these clothes," Austin whispered, looking at himself in the mirror. He sighed, wondering why his mind even thought up the idea. He should have shunned the idea away, thought of something else to contemplate. But no! His mouth had to ramble. Well, he loved to ramble... that's it, he said to himself, looking at the shirt that he once spat at during the days of Wrestlemania X4. I'm going to a doctor and getting medication and checking myself into an asylum... what?!
"Cheer up, Austin," Hunter said in a happy tone, wearing the shirt he once wore. "We all came up with the same idea, and we all know it's the only way to kill the NWO. Right?"
Austin just sighed, rolled his eyes, and looked at himself in the mirror, replying, "Oh, alright."
"Good," exclaimed Hunter, adding on, "and that means no more beer since your in this faction now!"
Which prompted Austin to turn around and say the magical word, "WHAT?!"
"WOAH! WOAH! Kidding, Austin, kidding!" exclaimed Hunter as he backed away from a fire-eyed, snarling and foaming-at-the-mouth Austin. Rocky held back Austin, handing him a beer and a hot dog. Austin smiled and grinned at Rocky, squeeling like a kid. Rocky just shook his head in disgust.
"You're so much like a kid. Always wanting what you want," Rocky mumbled. Austin just lifted up his head and said with a mouth full of hot dogs, "What?"
"Forget it guys," Hunter said, bearing his sledgehammer. He twisted it in the air and grabbed it with his hands again. He smiled with a vile look in his eyes, looking for something to break. "Today, it's time to play the game."
"Cause the end is here," Rocky added, steel chair in hand, walking towards the door to begin the revival of the group that defied the odds and said FU to the office... besides Austin.
"For the NWO," finished Austin, with a cooler in his right hand. Rocky and Hunter sighed, noting that there would be nothing to seperate Austin with his beer... period.
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The NWO were having their night again. Trash cans and dented steel chairs littered the ringside area. JR and the King were astonished by the sight given to the Undertaker. Vince had just used Taker all along for his "master plan." NWO was painted in black on his back as he lied motionless in a pool of his own blood. Nash and Hall gave the "4 life" sign towards Hogan, who was grinning proudly of the work he just did.
He put a foot on Taker's back, symbolizing that the NWO dominated another WWF wrestler. Boo's and food was thrown to Hogan from the crowd, all chanting Rocky's name. Hall gave away a detested look, then grabbing a microphone. He started flipping off the ground and cursing them. He told them that the "Great One," as he mocked, was in a hospital, crying and whimpering for his mommy.
Nash added in that Hunter won against Kurt by a fluke, which enraged the crowd more. Nash then added that everyone in the crowd, chanting his name was a fluke too. Anyone that cheered for a fluke, was a fluke themselves. Because whatever accomplishments they achieved were nothing, because they fluked it! Hogan was about to make the final blow when the shattering of glass could be heard from miles around.
The sound of the screaming fans, chants of "Austin", and the music from heavy metal guitars stopped the NWO right in their tracks. In unison, they looked at the ramp, wondering where Austin was. Then the music changed to Hunter's, making everyone sweatdrop and wonder what the hell was going on here. The fans cheered anyways, knowing that Hunter will put them into place. The weirdest thing happened when the Rock's music came on, creating a stir within the NWO and the biggest bang from the fans.
Hogan went on the mic and exclaimed, "Alright! I demand an answer. What the hell is going on here?!"
The Titantron flashed into a black void. The NWO just laughed in unison, making the crowd boo once again. Hogan went back on mic, saying, "Okay, that was a good joke. Good joke from the back!"
But three men, in unison, said outload on voice over, "Who said it was it a joke?!"
Creating Hogan, Nash, and Hall to turn pale faced, wide eyed and look around their surroundings in fear. Abruptly, the entire arena turned black as the night, no one could see anything. Not even the incondescent lights from above the arena were out. Absolutely nothing could penetrate the darkness. That's when the Titantron came back on. And when that screen came back on, it began the demise of the NWO and the revenge for the fans and the wrestlers of the WWF. It all began with a three word phrase from an all too familer song...
"Are You Ready?"
The old music video to the notorious group of outlaws played on the Titantron as the fans went into a frenzy. JR couldn't believe his eyes on what he was seeing. But he had to smile. If Austin, Rocky, and Hunter thought this was the last resort, then dammit, it is the last resort! Kill those bastards, JR said to himself.
"You think you can tell us what to do..."
Hogan, Hall, and Nash wondered what was going on. They couldn't see in the darkness, except for this stupid music video on the Titantron. It was very familer, and they didn't know where to place it. Hogan was the first to find out and the first to speak in a shy tone, "Guys, I think we are in trouble now..."
"You think you can tell us what to wear..."
The NWO tried to weasel their way out, but they noticed something. They all felt around the outside of the ring, wondering what was holding them in. Hall was the first to scream out their situation. They were trapped in a cage.
"You think that your better?"
Hogan, Hall and Nash tried to climb up to the top, but there was a steel cage covering on top of it. To be honest, it wasn't any cage. It wasn't just another cage to climb out of. It was the Hell in a Cell cage. Yet, those three had never been or even introduced to this type of cage, so they didn't know what to do.
"Well, you better get ready..."
Nash climbed down first and searched all around the cage for the door. Without much effort, he found the door and tried to pry it open. However, the door was locked with extreme measures. He could feel as many as ten locks and more than one chain closing that door. They had no way out.
"Bow to the masters..."
Hall, Nash, and Hogan met each other, huddled in the middle of the ring. They thought that there would be saftey in numbers. To be honest, there was no way to hide. No where to run. Just to face the absolute greatest group the wrestling world has ever seen. With a bunch of members that you wouldn't believe, plans that you couldn't describe, and all that time doing it for one thing -- having fun. And so came back...
"BREAK IT DOWN!"
De-Generation X.
The lights came back on, and behind the huddled NWO was the group known as DX. Austin, Hunter, and Rocky. Hunter wore the DX clothes he hadn't worn since the days of DX of Wrestlemania X4. Rocky was wearing black jeans, and DX shirt. Austin was wearing a black overcoat, leather black shoes, DX shirt, and black sunglasses. One original member, two new and improved "Oh-my-god-I-cannot-believe-it's-Austin-and-Rocky" members. The three members of the NWO turned around and jumped back when the saw DX. The crowd was going wild, screaming, "DX! DX! DX!" JR was saying his memorable quotes about the return of DX, the King was screaming, "This cannot be!" The NWO gave smiles of "hold on, let's talk about this."
Hunter smiled, raised his sledgehammer, and whispered, "Good bye, good luck, good night, good riddance."
The NWO screamed like little girls, prompting Austin to whoop Hall's ass, Rocky sending Hogan's ass to the woodshed, and Hunter sledgehammering the living daylights out of Nash. The blood from the NWO poured through the ring as King almost lost his lunch. Austin scraped Nash's forehead across the steel mesh, while Rocky found an opening to the Cell, sending Hogan straight into the English announce table. Hunter was just bored as hell after taking out Nash. The guy from the NWO was out cold in a pool of his own blood and Hunter smiled triumphantly of his work.
"Hey, Austin!" yelled Hunter as he started to go outside the opening where Rocky took Hogan. Austin turned his head around, still punching Hall to a bloody pulp as the crowd kept chanting, "WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!" everytime he hit Hall.
"What Hunter?" he asked, with a glint of happiness in his eyes.
"Once your done with Hall, bring him up on top of the cage, like what I'm doing with unconcious Nashford, here. We'll execute the final stage of the plan there," Hunter replied, grinning in excitement.
"Roger that, buddy!" exclaimed Austin, kicking Hall in the gut now, the chants of "WHAT?!" growing stronger.
By now, Hogan was already thrown off the steel cage onto the Spanish announce table, changing the chants from "What?!" to "Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" Rocky scared off the EMT's as he dragged Hogan up onto the top where Hunter and his kicked-arse man Nash were, lying ontop of the cage. Ten minutes and a thousand "What?!" chants later, Rocky and Hunter were getting tired of waiting for Austin beating the crap out of all. Austin just shouted to execute the final stage without him. Hunter and Rocky looked at each other, and then Austin.
"YOU have the equipment for the final stage, nitwit!" they screamed unanimously.
Austin just smiled sheepishly, saying, "Whoops."
Austin gave a final punch to Hall, who was already unconcious, then dragged him up onto the Hell and the Cell. Austin then produced three green spraypaint cans, and present one to each of the DX members. They took off the NWO's shirts, turned them onto the back, and wrote "DX" big, bold, and able to read. Then they looked at each other. Hunter broke the silence.
"Who goes first?"
"Why don't we all send them flying at the count of three?" asked Rocky.
"Great idea! I count!" exclaimed Austin, grabbing Hall. Rocky grabbed Hogan and Hunter grabbed Nash. "On the count of three," he said again. Rocky and Hunter nodded. Austin smirked evily.
"THREE!"
At the same time, the DX members sent the members of the NWO flying into the English announce table, Hogan landing first, Nash second, Hall third. One piling ontop of another. The crowd was going crazy and the EMT's were trying to get the NWO out of the pile of junk. Austin, Hunter, and Rocky stood tall ontop of the Hell in the Cell. Finally, the NWO was put in there place. Though they knew they would get some reprecussions from Vince, they had Ric to go ahead and put the "shut-the-hell-up" tape on the 50% evil owner.
And who would open up their mouth to celebrate...
"Let's go get a beer!" shouted Austin, punching the air for effect. Austin quickly went down the cell, chanting for a lot of beer and a beer truck and more beer and most important of all: beer. Rocky and Hunter looked at each other, smiling at the carnage below, where Austin left off, and each other again. Hunter then took out a pair of keys.
"He may have everything in that coat, but he doesn't have the keys," he said, jingling the keys.
Rocky laughed, then saying, "Come on, let's go get our beer-happy partner."
And so ended the terror, and began a new era.
Fin.
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