Disclaimer: Well, I'll go through it again, I own me, Kylrane owns her, we
don't own the WWE, but we want to, and what we want, we get. Well, that's
not always the case, but, well, one day we will prosper.
YAH, you love us, you really love us. I'd like to also thank the reviewers, as the idea of people noticing our fic makes us feel happy. And when we are happy, your favorite superstar doesn't have to spend the night with Jazz. (Evil laughter in background.)
Chapter 4: The Insaneiac Administration
The air in the Smackdown! arena was definitely what you could call thick. Matt had just finished introducing Shannon to his close personal friend, Mr. Plate glass, and Brian was contemplating the effects of being traded. Mike had settled into his oddly designed office, and decided to take a picture of it, faxing it to Stephanie. He turned to Bischoff, and for the first time in history, Mike asked Bischoff for help.
"So then, what is it that you meatheads do for work?" Mike asked, Bischoff not too happy about the comment. "Well, if I were you, I'd suggest making the Smackdown! roster know who you are, or else you might as well give me control!" Bischoff stated, laughing as Mike nodded. "Well, I probably should, as I've got a surprise or two." Mike said, as a knock at the door startled Mike. "Who the hell is it?" Mike yelled. "Name's Azrael, use to own a radio show, and I severely hated Jericho." Azrael stated.
"Okay, good. So why are you here?" Mike questioned, looking at the girl like she was a freak. "I wanna offer my services as an assistant." Azrael replied, Eric sneering. "Tuff, he's already got an assistant." Eric said, acting uppity. "You're hired." Mike stated, Eric moaning in the background. "And your first order of business is to sign Sylvan Grenier and Rene Dupree to Smackdown! I need some cuties on my show to attract the ladies." Mike schemed, Azrael doing the military salute thing and running off.
"Now, with that finished, bring me the microphone to the PA system." Mike commanded, Eric doing his duty and getting the microphone. Mike turned it on, and did not realize it was working. "Um, Dammit, how the hell do you work this hapless piece of shit?" Mike complained over the PA system around the arena. Mike starts to bang the mike on the table, and the sounds of static cause the superstars to cry, yelling in several different languages about being in horrible pain. Finally Mike got it working, or at least he figures he did, and began to talk over the PA system.
"Right, here's the deal, I want every bloody superstar on the roster in my office right now. If anyone asks questions, I'll answer them, but in my office. My office being the GM office." Mike said, a bunch of confused noises coming from around the arena. About 10 minutes later, the superstars had all made it, and were re-awaiting the return of Mike, who left to get a hotdog with Eric.
"Jesus, what was that all about?" Brian asked, looking at the mass of people. "All I know is that I was getting some, and now I'm not." Brian said again, kissing Torrie. "Oh shut it dipstick, take a look at my Nidia, there is a piece of beauty." Jamie said, Nidia posing as Torrie shot her an evil glare. "Would you people shut up, I'm trying to concentrate." Brock yelled. "There's a surprise." Paul yelled out, in a electric wheel chair. Everyone broke into laughter as Brock was flabbergasted. "I don't care, I'm just here to find out how soon I can get my title shot." Billy Kidman said, looking around, then falling unconscious as Matt hit him with the title. "There's your title shot, Billy Kidman, Version None." Matt said, as everyone laughed.
"You boys better start showing respect to people, or I'm going to have to kick all of your asses." Undertaker said, Nathan popping up and scaring everyone into a stunned silence, which was broken by a large person. "You and what army, Deadman?" Big Show challenged, Taker standing up and getting in his face. A-train also got into Nathan's face, and before the two could get ugly, Mike walked in. "S'cuse me, comin through." Mike said, Eric stopping only to gawk at Torrie. One huge slap later, Eric was back in reality. He proceeded to go behind the desk, and Mike elevated himself above the display case on his chair.
"Okay, lets have some attention." Mike said, only to have no one listen to him. "Yo, people. Eyes here." Mike tried again, nothing happening. "IF NO ONE FUCKING LISTENS TO ME, I'LL PLAY FOZZY FOR 3 FUCKING HOURS." Mike yelled, the room going silent, and everyone looking at Mike. "That's better. All right, here's the deal. I'm Mike Baldo, your new GM, but let me assure you, I am a lot worst then Stephanie." Mike stated. "Bullshit, you are a half weight little prick compared to her." Paul yelled out, only to receive a paperweight to the head.
"Now then, here is the deal, I settle my issues by tossing paperweights at people, so don't make me angry. Now, here's the first order of business, I am assembling a staff, an Insaneiac Administration. It will be composed of Me, Matt Hardy, John Cena, Piper, and the newest member of Smackdown, Stone Cold Steve Austin." Mike said, Eric screaming as Austin ran into the room, and began to walk towards Eric. "FIRE ME YOU PRICK. What? I said fire me will you. I'm going to kick your ass. What? I said kick your ass. What? I said kick his perverted, jackass." Steve said, as he walked up and tossed Eric into a wall
"Heh, Second, I am bringing back the Intercontinental Championship, as well as adding a stipulation to the Tag Titles. They tag belts will have the hardcore rules applied to the." Mike said, Team Angle moaning loudly as Eddie and Chavo began dancing around in favor of the new agreement. "Not only that, but there will be some trades going on. And some of you will be going to Raw, which unfortunately houses Jericho and Trish." Mike said, everyone shuddering as he said it. "Finally, Brock, Team Angle, I'm stripping you of your titles, and putting them up for grabs on the next Smackdown!" Mike said, Brock lunging at Mike, only to meet the fingers of Stone cold, and a big'ol Stunner. "Oh Yeah, Bischoff here is my co-Chief of Staff, along with Kurt Angle. That is all, so fuck off." Mike finished, slamming his hammer onto the case.
However, the wrestlers weren't done talking. "Wait a damn minute here. Are you trying to tell me, that all my Hulkamaniacs will have to endure a kid running the show?" Hulk said, getting in Mike's face. "Oh, shut your damn mouth Hogan. As much as I'd love to agree, no Stephanie = no organization, 'cepts for the matches." Piper said, obviously disagreeing with Hogan just for the hell of it. "And I'm sure no organization means that a certain Scottish prick will meet head to coconut." Rikishi replied. "Whatever, we just aren't sure you know what the fuck you are doing. But hey, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Sean finished, soon getting into a yelling match with Rikishi. "Hey everyone, if you leave now, I won't play this Fozzy CD at full blast." Mike threatened, everyone suddenly looking stunned.
Soon everyone left, except for Mike's council, Eric, Kurt and Brock. "I hope you know, I'm going to kill you." Brock said, threateningly "Listen, Broccoli Lesbian, I don't like you, so kiss my ass, and kiss your belt good bye, as the match will be Cena vs. Kurt vs. Stone Cold." Mike said, Brock flipping him the finger. "Eat me, asshole." Brock said, dropping his title along with the tag titles. "Eat you?!, I've never been that fucking hungry in my life." Mike replied, the council laughing as Brock left.
Suddenly, Azrael burst into the room, and knocked into Kurt, sending him into the display glass. "GREAT NEWS. I've just got off the phone with Rene and Sylvan. They have agreed to sign on one big deal, that you trade off Hogan for The Rock, and have them on Pipers Pit." Azrael said, Mike lighting up happily. "Wonderful, tell them they've got it, I'll just hammer the details with Kylrane, and things will be set." Mike said, grabbing bottle of wine, and a few Stevewiesers, and a large bottle of milk, and poured some drinks.
"To the Insaneiac Administration, and to the new GM of Smackdown." Mike said, as everyone raised their glasses (or in Steve's case, his can of beer, and Eric's arm, who was loosely holding his glass with whatever strength he had left in him, thanks to the whooping he sustained. As well as Kurt holding his glass of milk up. ) "This time, it's me who's on top, Lesnar things he's god, well he's nothing but a bad crop. He thinks he got it all; well that sorry motha fucker can suck my balls. WORD LIFE." John got in.
Author's Notes: Rene and Sylvan will be mine. MUWHAHAHAHAHAHA. Anyways there you have it, the triumphant return of Stone Cold, the malicious beating of Eric, and the rivalry between me and Kylrane brewing. For any Brock fans, or Team Angle fans, if there are any, I hate em both. And I do think Brock is a meathead. Anyways, trades statements, rivalries, and Stephanie's reaction to her new and improve office all to come in the next chapter.
YAH, you love us, you really love us. I'd like to also thank the reviewers, as the idea of people noticing our fic makes us feel happy. And when we are happy, your favorite superstar doesn't have to spend the night with Jazz. (Evil laughter in background.)
Chapter 4: The Insaneiac Administration
The air in the Smackdown! arena was definitely what you could call thick. Matt had just finished introducing Shannon to his close personal friend, Mr. Plate glass, and Brian was contemplating the effects of being traded. Mike had settled into his oddly designed office, and decided to take a picture of it, faxing it to Stephanie. He turned to Bischoff, and for the first time in history, Mike asked Bischoff for help.
"So then, what is it that you meatheads do for work?" Mike asked, Bischoff not too happy about the comment. "Well, if I were you, I'd suggest making the Smackdown! roster know who you are, or else you might as well give me control!" Bischoff stated, laughing as Mike nodded. "Well, I probably should, as I've got a surprise or two." Mike said, as a knock at the door startled Mike. "Who the hell is it?" Mike yelled. "Name's Azrael, use to own a radio show, and I severely hated Jericho." Azrael stated.
"Okay, good. So why are you here?" Mike questioned, looking at the girl like she was a freak. "I wanna offer my services as an assistant." Azrael replied, Eric sneering. "Tuff, he's already got an assistant." Eric said, acting uppity. "You're hired." Mike stated, Eric moaning in the background. "And your first order of business is to sign Sylvan Grenier and Rene Dupree to Smackdown! I need some cuties on my show to attract the ladies." Mike schemed, Azrael doing the military salute thing and running off.
"Now, with that finished, bring me the microphone to the PA system." Mike commanded, Eric doing his duty and getting the microphone. Mike turned it on, and did not realize it was working. "Um, Dammit, how the hell do you work this hapless piece of shit?" Mike complained over the PA system around the arena. Mike starts to bang the mike on the table, and the sounds of static cause the superstars to cry, yelling in several different languages about being in horrible pain. Finally Mike got it working, or at least he figures he did, and began to talk over the PA system.
"Right, here's the deal, I want every bloody superstar on the roster in my office right now. If anyone asks questions, I'll answer them, but in my office. My office being the GM office." Mike said, a bunch of confused noises coming from around the arena. About 10 minutes later, the superstars had all made it, and were re-awaiting the return of Mike, who left to get a hotdog with Eric.
"Jesus, what was that all about?" Brian asked, looking at the mass of people. "All I know is that I was getting some, and now I'm not." Brian said again, kissing Torrie. "Oh shut it dipstick, take a look at my Nidia, there is a piece of beauty." Jamie said, Nidia posing as Torrie shot her an evil glare. "Would you people shut up, I'm trying to concentrate." Brock yelled. "There's a surprise." Paul yelled out, in a electric wheel chair. Everyone broke into laughter as Brock was flabbergasted. "I don't care, I'm just here to find out how soon I can get my title shot." Billy Kidman said, looking around, then falling unconscious as Matt hit him with the title. "There's your title shot, Billy Kidman, Version None." Matt said, as everyone laughed.
"You boys better start showing respect to people, or I'm going to have to kick all of your asses." Undertaker said, Nathan popping up and scaring everyone into a stunned silence, which was broken by a large person. "You and what army, Deadman?" Big Show challenged, Taker standing up and getting in his face. A-train also got into Nathan's face, and before the two could get ugly, Mike walked in. "S'cuse me, comin through." Mike said, Eric stopping only to gawk at Torrie. One huge slap later, Eric was back in reality. He proceeded to go behind the desk, and Mike elevated himself above the display case on his chair.
"Okay, lets have some attention." Mike said, only to have no one listen to him. "Yo, people. Eyes here." Mike tried again, nothing happening. "IF NO ONE FUCKING LISTENS TO ME, I'LL PLAY FOZZY FOR 3 FUCKING HOURS." Mike yelled, the room going silent, and everyone looking at Mike. "That's better. All right, here's the deal. I'm Mike Baldo, your new GM, but let me assure you, I am a lot worst then Stephanie." Mike stated. "Bullshit, you are a half weight little prick compared to her." Paul yelled out, only to receive a paperweight to the head.
"Now then, here is the deal, I settle my issues by tossing paperweights at people, so don't make me angry. Now, here's the first order of business, I am assembling a staff, an Insaneiac Administration. It will be composed of Me, Matt Hardy, John Cena, Piper, and the newest member of Smackdown, Stone Cold Steve Austin." Mike said, Eric screaming as Austin ran into the room, and began to walk towards Eric. "FIRE ME YOU PRICK. What? I said fire me will you. I'm going to kick your ass. What? I said kick your ass. What? I said kick his perverted, jackass." Steve said, as he walked up and tossed Eric into a wall
"Heh, Second, I am bringing back the Intercontinental Championship, as well as adding a stipulation to the Tag Titles. They tag belts will have the hardcore rules applied to the." Mike said, Team Angle moaning loudly as Eddie and Chavo began dancing around in favor of the new agreement. "Not only that, but there will be some trades going on. And some of you will be going to Raw, which unfortunately houses Jericho and Trish." Mike said, everyone shuddering as he said it. "Finally, Brock, Team Angle, I'm stripping you of your titles, and putting them up for grabs on the next Smackdown!" Mike said, Brock lunging at Mike, only to meet the fingers of Stone cold, and a big'ol Stunner. "Oh Yeah, Bischoff here is my co-Chief of Staff, along with Kurt Angle. That is all, so fuck off." Mike finished, slamming his hammer onto the case.
However, the wrestlers weren't done talking. "Wait a damn minute here. Are you trying to tell me, that all my Hulkamaniacs will have to endure a kid running the show?" Hulk said, getting in Mike's face. "Oh, shut your damn mouth Hogan. As much as I'd love to agree, no Stephanie = no organization, 'cepts for the matches." Piper said, obviously disagreeing with Hogan just for the hell of it. "And I'm sure no organization means that a certain Scottish prick will meet head to coconut." Rikishi replied. "Whatever, we just aren't sure you know what the fuck you are doing. But hey, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Sean finished, soon getting into a yelling match with Rikishi. "Hey everyone, if you leave now, I won't play this Fozzy CD at full blast." Mike threatened, everyone suddenly looking stunned.
Soon everyone left, except for Mike's council, Eric, Kurt and Brock. "I hope you know, I'm going to kill you." Brock said, threateningly "Listen, Broccoli Lesbian, I don't like you, so kiss my ass, and kiss your belt good bye, as the match will be Cena vs. Kurt vs. Stone Cold." Mike said, Brock flipping him the finger. "Eat me, asshole." Brock said, dropping his title along with the tag titles. "Eat you?!, I've never been that fucking hungry in my life." Mike replied, the council laughing as Brock left.
Suddenly, Azrael burst into the room, and knocked into Kurt, sending him into the display glass. "GREAT NEWS. I've just got off the phone with Rene and Sylvan. They have agreed to sign on one big deal, that you trade off Hogan for The Rock, and have them on Pipers Pit." Azrael said, Mike lighting up happily. "Wonderful, tell them they've got it, I'll just hammer the details with Kylrane, and things will be set." Mike said, grabbing bottle of wine, and a few Stevewiesers, and a large bottle of milk, and poured some drinks.
"To the Insaneiac Administration, and to the new GM of Smackdown." Mike said, as everyone raised their glasses (or in Steve's case, his can of beer, and Eric's arm, who was loosely holding his glass with whatever strength he had left in him, thanks to the whooping he sustained. As well as Kurt holding his glass of milk up. ) "This time, it's me who's on top, Lesnar things he's god, well he's nothing but a bad crop. He thinks he got it all; well that sorry motha fucker can suck my balls. WORD LIFE." John got in.
Author's Notes: Rene and Sylvan will be mine. MUWHAHAHAHAHAHA. Anyways there you have it, the triumphant return of Stone Cold, the malicious beating of Eric, and the rivalry between me and Kylrane brewing. For any Brock fans, or Team Angle fans, if there are any, I hate em both. And I do think Brock is a meathead. Anyways, trades statements, rivalries, and Stephanie's reaction to her new and improve office all to come in the next chapter.