Author's notes: In case you recognise this, it was uploaded before but it ended up being abandonned. Since then, it's gone a whole lot further and I thought I might as well give it a second chance. There may be minor changes in the parts previously posted, but nothing mega. I don't own any of the wrestlers so please don't sue. Besides, you can't take what I don't have! There will be a few original characters appearing who belong to me - so far that'll be Shannon, Billy and Paige. And remember, even though I generally use real names, except when the characters are in the ring, this is based on the characters' backstage personalities, not their real lives. Sounds confusing, but you'll know what I mean when you read it. (I hope!) Anyways, please read and review. Thank you!

Ch. 1.

Cheers echoed around the packed out stadium as the World Wrestling Federation Champion, Stone Cold Steve Austin, paced up and down the ring, title belt in one hand, microphone in the other. In spite of the cheers, he had an angry look on his face because, no matter how much he tried to kid himself, he knew the fans weren't cheering for him. He might be the champion, but no, they definitely weren't cheering for him.

He had appeared in the ring in order to rant about the defeat of himself and Triple H which had cost them the Tag Team titles. However, he should have known better than think he would gain any support from this crowd. Not only were they in Canada, home country of the new title holders, Chris Benoit and Chris Jericho, they were also in Edmonton, Alberta, home town of Chris Benoit.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think we can certainly say that this crowd just doesn't want to hear from Stone Cold right now." said JR, from his position at the commentators' table.

"That's right, JR. And unfair." added Paul Heyman, "He is the champion and, as such, commands a little respect."

"Oh, please." disagreed JR, once Austin's best, and perhaps only, friend, "COMMANDS respect? DEmands it maybe, but he certainly doesn't deserve it, not any more."

Steve Austin tried again to talk down the crowd with little success; they weren't even bothering to jeer him, they just continued to chant for Benoit and Jericho. Determined that he would not let them beat him, Austin lifted the microphone and yelled for silence; a request that, not surprisingly, went unanswered.

"I don't deserve this, do you know who I am? My name is Stone Cold Steve Austin, the champion of the World Wrestling Federation, dammit! I do not deserve this! Listen to me ..... I said, listen to me! Y'all think your little Canadian heroes are gonna keep those belts? Well, I say - UH-UH! Once we get the rematch we deserve, those belts, they'll be right back where they belong ....."

Suddenly he was cut off by a roar from the crowd as the countdown to Chris Jericho's entrance began. Austin seemed rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on the top of the ramp as the explosion of fireworks rocked the stadium and Jericho appeared with his microphone raised and wearing his "Jericho" hockey shirt.

"It's Jericho! Y2J, Chris Jericho is here!" yelled JR excitedly.

"He shouldn't be out here, he doesn't have a match." said Paul petulantly.

"Well, neither does Austin. What's your point, Paul?" asked JR.

"My point, JR, is, there's enough lack of respect for our champion without Jericho coming out here to pour salt in the wound."

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You have no business being out here ....." raged Austin.

"Hey, hey, calm down there, Junior." said Jericho calmly, "I'm only out here to deliver a message, so, if you'll let me continue, here it is." He paused for a second as he produced a piece of paper and began to read, "Stone Cold Steve Austin, WWF Champion ..... that's you ..... would you please SHUT THE HELL UP!" he finished in a roar, which the crowd was only to happy to join in with, throwing the blank piece of paper to the ground. He continued angrily, "By demanding a rematch for the tag titles, you MADE it my business to be out here. I think it's safe to say none of us are happy with the current situation - even with the help of Vince and that tramp Triple H calls his wife, you two ass clowns still couldn't hold on to the belts. And, even though Chris Benoit and I are unquestionably the new tag team champions, here I am, back in the ring trying to talk some sense into a prize JACKASS! I hope it's true what they say - what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but come to think of it, we are in danger of being bored to death by your never-ending stream of crap!"

"My name is Stone Cold Steve ....."

"Yeah, yeah, Junior, why don't you change the record and give us all a break? This may come as a shock to you, but guess what? No one cares what your name is because, as all these Jericholics know, MY name is Y2J," shouted Jericho, only to be greeted by a shout of approval from the crowd, "And that means it's your turn to listen to me now!"

Just as he was about to continue, he noticed Austin roll out of the ring and charge up the ramp towards him. Jericho quickly dropped his microphone and ran headlong into the attack. The two men began a heated brawl which, due to Austin trailing Jericho by his long wavy blond hair, ended up in the ring.

"And it's Jericho and Austin going at it, right here in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada." announced JR, "And this isn't even a proper match, these two men just want to inflict as much PAIN on each other as possible."

"Look out, JR." warned Paul, as Jericho was tossed over the ropes to the mat in front of the announce table, "It looks like we're going to be getting a bit too close to the action soon."

"Oh no! What's Austin doing?" asked JR, "He's lifting Jericho on to our announce table, he's ..... where's he going? What the ..... My GOD! Austin's got a chair, he's going to use the steel chair on the already battered and bruised Jericho! We need to get some security out here, this ..... this ANNIHILATION has to be stopped!"

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