I don't own anyone, but I do own Rei. Here some notes I want to made:
Note 1: Edge & Rey champs for the sake of this story.
Note 2: The kiss between Steph and Eric never happened.
Note 3: Shawn is the champ after SS.
Note 4: HHH never got injury in the Chamber *dances*

*****
"Something bad is going to happen."

"Will you shut up already?! We haven't heard him out yet."

"I don't care! You know everything McMahon does that 'I'm powerful than you' evil laugh, it's not a good thing."

"…You do have a point there."

"Damn right I do!"

Chris Jericho shook his head in disgust as he and his tag team partner, Christian walked into the big meeting room in the WWE headquarters. Tag title hung over his right shoulder and his head held higher. Both men walked down the hall, side to side to side to side as they try to figure out why their main boss would call them 3 o'clock in the morning, demanding they come to meet him by 7.

"Maybe he wants to praise us for being great tag champions." Chris spoke up. A sexy smirk crept across Christian's face as he held his belt close to his stomach.

"True, we are so totally better than that midget and that bitch of an older brother of mines." Christian commented.

"Plus," added Chris. He stopped in his tracks and held up his arms in the air with the belt in his right hand and tosses back his head. "I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Everyone else took a second to stared at the shouting Canadian, bit their tongues and went on with their own lives. Christian hid his face behind his hand as he shook his head in shame.

"Why me, Lord?" he thought.

*****
"What the hell are these assclowns are doing here??!" shrieked Chris as he pointed at the large group of wrestlers and divas from both shows. They all groan as they sat in their seats in the meeting room, Vince sat at the end, Stephanie on the Smackdown side and Eric on the RAW side.

"Sit down guys. I'll explain all of this real soon." Vince said in a calm voice, fixing his glasses. The two proud Canadians quickly followed orders, sitting across the table from the Smackdown tag champs, Edge and Rey Mysterio Jr.

"Hello Christian." Edge spat out with a fake smile. Christian snarled at him.

"Hello Edge." he greeted. The brothers continued to glare at each other. Chris watched Rey. Rey just blinked at him.

Chris lean over closer to him. "Must you wear those things? They're creepy."

Rey shrugged his shoulders, rubbing his title belt as it sat in front of him. "No, but I like them. They're cool."

"No, they're creepy."

"No, they're cool."

"Creepy."

"Cool."

"Creepy."

"Cool!"

"Creepy!"

"Cool!"

"CREEPY!!"

"COOL!!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!! I WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP!!" hollered Kurt, standing up. Everyone remained quiet as they stared at the bald man. Kurt cleared his throat and sat down, pretending nothing happened.

"Is that why you're still in your pajamas" asked Chris Benoit, smirking at him.

"Yeah." Kurt answered, without looking at him. What can he say? He loves his red, white and blue pajamas.

"But," Hurricane started, pointed at Kurt. "Why you have that bear?" he finished, trying not to laugh while talking. Kurt cuddled the small light tan colored bear that wore the same type of pajamas Kurt was wearing but had the sleep cap.

"Mini Kurt? He help me sleep along with a glass of warm milk." explained Kurt. The whole RAW pointed and laughed at him as the Smackdown side sank down in their seats in shame.

"Note to self, murder Angle. Murder him good." Benoit thought to himself.

"SILENT!!" screamed Vince, standing up. The happy blue sky that was behind him turned pitch black and lighting cracked across the sky. Everyone jumped in fear and turned to the angry man, cold chills ran down their spines. Vince sat down and the sky went back to normal.

"So that where she got it from." Hunter thought, rubbing his chin.

"I had call you all in here for something very important." he begun.

"No shit." everyone chorused.

"Anyway!," he continued, cutting his eyes towards everyone. Another cold chills went down their backs. "I feel like you guys had done a wonderful job in your shows. The fans really enjoy the action."

"Why thank you, Vince."

"Shut up, Eric. Now, I think everyone in this room need to take a break…"

"Oh dear God!! It happen!! WWE had finally went broke!!" yelled Brock, trying to rip out his hair. Screams fill the room.

"Quickly!! We have to go to Jeff Jarrett's fed before it's too late!!" said Molly Holly. Everyone started to rush to the door. Sadly, the doors were locked and they couldn't be open.

"And they thought I was dumb for installing the doors that way." Vince thought.

"Dad, you're not going crazy. You're not planning to kill us off, so we can't go to another fed, are you?" Stephanie questioned, looking back at her father. A large gasp escaped from everyone, then they looked at him with big scared eyes.

"What?! No! I would never," he said out loud. Everyone sighed in relief. "Damnit! That's was Plan B."

Everyone slowly went to their same seats, keeping an eye on every move Vince made.

"If you don't want to kill us, then why in the hell are we here?" demanded Jericho.

"I'm spending everyone to Japan."

No words from anyone for a good three minutes. Blank looks from everyone.

"It's even worse!! He's going to sell us!" shouted Booker T. Screams fill the room once again.

"I'm not selling anyone!! The WWE is fine! Damnit! Damnit! It's just a one month trip! Do you understand that!?

Everyone started to calm down. A trip. They all needed a break.

"Where's Shane? Why he's not here?" Stephanie demanded. Vince took off his glasses.

"He has the flu. He wouldn't be joining you ." he informed her.

*****
Shane McMahon, wearing nothing but a pair of silk purple boxers was dancing around in his house.

"Yeah! Who's the McMahon?!" he shouted, pumping up his arms in victory.

*****
"I'm going to murder him." Stephanie hissed to herself.

"You can murder him at Thanksgiving dinner, honey. Right now, I want you and Eric to know that you are responsible for your brand. If I hear about one thing about someone or a group from one or both shows do something bad, the WHOLE BRAND suffers!! Understand?!" he said, eyeing everyone in the room. Everyone slowly nodded.

"Where do we meet?" asked Victoria.

"Here." he replied.

"What time do we meet here?" questioned Booker T.

"You have three hours from now." Vince answered.

"Can we go now? Please." questioned Stacy. Vince nodded his blessing. Everyone ran out the room, trying to get far away from the insane McMahon.
*****
Three hours later
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Both general managers and their best wrestlers arrived on, waiting for their leader to show up.

"This is going to be so much fun!!! We're going to Japan!!" cheered Kurt. He started to dance like a fool, didn't even noticed that people moved away from him. Benoit sighed and bopped him on the bald head.

"Stop that! Don't make me kill you here before we go to Japan!" Benoit snarled. Kurt fought back the tears as he rubbed his head.

"You didn't have to hit me so hard." he pouted. Eddy and Chavo walked up to the team with matching smirks on their little faces.

"Man, couldn't you wait 'til we got to the place to kill him? That's not right, Essa." Eddy said.

"Not right." Chavo repeated.

"Yeah!" Kurt agreed. Got him another bop on the head. "Would you stop that?!"

"I'll stop when you stop being an ass." stated Benoit. Both Guerreros shook their heads in disbelief.

"Shame on you! You guys are a team! You shouldn't hit him like that!" Chavo piped up, puffing out his little chest. Benoit smirked at him.

"What some of this instead, Essa?" he asked. Chavo hid behind Eddy.

"Uncle Eddy, help me." he begged in a soft child-like voice. Eddy sighed again. He shook his fist at the Canadian.

"This ain't over! I'll get you for that." he warned. The Guerreros quickly walked away. Kurt smiled and hugged Benoit, much to Benoit's dislike.

"Thank you!" he cheered. Benoit pushed him off and bopped him on the head. "Ow!! What was that for??!"

"…I don't know."

*****

Jeff sat on his suitcase, head between hands and sighed.

"What's wrong, Jeff?" questioned someone, then she sat next to him. Jeff looked at the girl and back down.

"Nothing, Molly. Just thinking." he replied.

"Care to share?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Scout's honor."

"I can't read or speak Japanese."

Molly smiled at him. "Jeff, it's okay. I don't either. That's why we got Funaki and Tajiri. And Tajiri told me that most Japanese know and understand English. So, you won't be too lost."

Jeff brightens up a little. He hugged the smaller woman, shocking her a bit. "Thanks, honey." He stood up and started to run around. Molly laughed as she watched him enjoy life again. The plane came and landed a few minutes later. The door opened and out walked Vince.

"Alright!! The plane is here! Get on it!" shouted Vince as he stood on the top. He walked down the stairs with a cocky touch to it. He softens a bit as he looked at the sea of his wrestlers. "I do wish you luck on the ride and back." The wrestlers had muttered their thanks and got on the plane.

This could be fun

TBC

What's going to happen now? You might think I hate Kurt and Chavo because of the abuse. You're wrong. I enjoy them very much.