*Author's Note: To look at my disclaimer and all of that, go to the first chapter.*

On to the story!

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*Chapter Two – It's Move-In Day!*

(Various people arrive at campus – move in day has arrived.)

Whoa, I'm here, thought Steph as Shane drove through the gates to WWE University about 2 hours later. There were huge signs all around, saying "Welcome back!" or "WWE University welcomes the freshman class." Almost everywhere you looked, there were people dragging huge crates full of their stuff to the doors of every dorm or apartment, and there were even groups of people talking.

"Uh, Shane," she said nervously, "Are you sure that this is the right place? I mean…they all look like…"

"Relax, Steph, it's really not that bad. And besides, I'll stick around for a little bit, but I can't stay for too long since they have rules about people that live off campus."

Steph growled. Shane was lucky enough to get a place off campus with his friends Bubba Ray Dudley, Kevin Nash, The Rock, and Brock Lesnar. Damn them…they don't have any rules to follow. I guess that's what you get when you're an upperclassman, Steph thought to herself. I'm stuck in the crappy dorms. Steph saw the sign for North Hall. I'm guessing that's where my home will be, she thought as she saw the three story brick building with huge windows. Shane parked the Camaro near the ramp, to the hoots and hollers of a few people.

"Nice Camaro!" some girl shouted.

"Red!! Rawr!" shouted another girl. Shane grinned to himself, as he was always popular with the ladies. This fact made Steph jealous, as she was never really popular with the guys – she was seen as his bratty little sister.

Shane pushed his dark hair out of his eyes and was unloading one of Steph's huge bins (which were full of clothes, probably) when someone yelled, "Hey, what's up, Sucka?!" It was none other than Booker T.

"Hey, my man, how's it been going? I haven't seen you since finals week!" They both slapped each other five and started talking.

"Speaking of which, did you pass your Modern Latin America final?" Booker T asked.

"I got a D. Just barely." Shane said, showing him how barely it was with his fingers.

"Damn, sucka, I got a C on it. I told you that you should've studied with me." Booker T said and made a face.

"Oh well, it's okay, right? So what's been going on with you?" Shane asked as he took out another bin of Steph's. Steph, meanwhile, was just standing there, leaning against the car. She knew she was being left out of the conversation.

"Oh, not much has been going on. You know how this sucka likes to help out the youngins, if you know what I mean." Booker T laughed. He glanced at Steph, and then at Shane. "Who's that, your sister?"

Shane nodded. "Yeah. Steph, this is Booker. Booker, this is Steph."

Booker shook Steph's hand. "Nice to meet you, sucka."

Steph said, "Nice to meet you, too…uh…Booker." I wonder if he calls everyone sucka, she thought. Just then, Shane heard a scream. He looked over and saw a group of girls having trouble taking their belongings up to the dorm.

Booker T saw this too, and nudged Shane, who said, "Hey, Steph, uh, I kinda need to catch up with Booker…I'll be back in a few." Steph knew what he was up to and sighed. He and Booker were always chasing after the ladies for as long as she could remember.

"Shane, you know what?? I don't need your help! Go run around chasing girls!!! I don't care anymore!" Steph yelled after him in frustration. From this frustration, she accidentally dropped a bin full of clothes on her foot. "OWWW!"

Shane heard his sister's yell, and turned around. "Damn, Steph, don't take it personally! I said I'd be back!" He shrugged and walked away with Booker T, probably talking about how to impress the group of girls.

Steph looked around and sighed. She was in pain, and now that she had pissed Shane off, who was going to help her now??? "Hey, can't a girl get any help around here?" Steph whined (more to herself) as she struggled to move the bin off of her foot. Just then, she heard a somewhat cocky voice. She looked up and saw Chris Jericho leaning against the Camaro. "And who are you?" Steph asked defiantly.

He flashed a cheesy grin. "I'm Chris Jericho, the king of the world. I couldn't help but notice that you needed my assistance."

"King of the world? Where the hell did you get that from?" Steph snapped. She looked at the hurt look on Chris' face. "Uh, I mean…you're not the king of the world. Isn't that Leonardo DiCaprio's line?" Chris was still frowning a little. Ooooh, she's a feisty one, he thought. Must be a freshman.

"So do you want me to take this bin off of your foot or just walk away?"

Steph glared at Chris. "What do you think??" Chris shrugged and obediently took the bin off of Steph's foot. "Thanks." she said shyly, rubbing her foot.

"No problem." Chris said as he picked up the bin.

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." Steph told him as she attempted to move her foot around.

Chris sniffed, "But I want to. My goal as the king of the world is to help people…especially gorgeous young ladies like you."

Steph rolled her eyes. "Oh, what a charmer." She watched Chris go and get a moving crate. Hmmmm…maybe this college thing won't be so bad after all, she thought as she watched Chris come back with the crate. I'm kinda liking this attention, even though I'm not used to it.

"So, you're gonna be living here, huh?" Chris asked Steph as he helped her put her stuff into the crate.

"Yeah, I didn't really want to live here in the crappy dorms, though."

Chris smirked. "I'm living in one of the apartment complexes on campus…you could live in my closet, if you want. It's about the size of what your room is." Steph shook her head. Man, this guy is strange. I'm not used to all this attention at all, she thought.

"Nah, that's okay. But thanks for offering. Why are you over here when you should be" – she pointed towards the other side of campus – "over there?"

Chris shrugged. "I'm waiting for my friend Big Valbowski to show up. I kind of owe him money from last semester. And I found out from a few people that he was living here this year."

"Oh." Steph said as she attempted to move the crate up the ramp. Chris took it from her and pushed it up the ramp instead. The two of them talked to each other for the next twenty minutes or so, until Chris had to drive to the other side of campus to his new apartment.

On the other side of campus, at the East Hall apartments, Stacy and Torrie bounced out of Stacy's green Jeep Wrangler.

"Well, well, we're back here again!" giggled Stacy as she went to open the trunk.

"Even better, I'll be living with you - again! And we got second level this time!" Torrie Wilson laughed as she jumped out of the other side of the Jeep. Stacy ran up to the door, her long tan legs carrying her, as she grabbed a huge moving crate to drag back to the Jeep.

While this was going on, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, otherwise known as Triple H, was leaning against his silver Oldsmobile, calmly surveying the scene of students arguing with their parents, dragging crates to their cars, attempting to even carry televisions and radios. Suddenly, his eyes rested on the two leggy blondes, who were near the door. Well damn, if it isn't the gorgeous and talented Stacy and Torrie. I need to do some catching up with them. I haven't talked to them since last semester ended. Even better, they're living in my building this year! Yes!, he thought as he pushed his dark blonde hair away from his face. He saw Stacy and Torrie giggling about something as Stacy put the television into the crate. Alright, Hunter, concentrate on moving in first. The rest can come later on. And at least you get to see Shawn later. Shawn Michaels was Triple H's best friend. They had known each other for a long while, even before they were at the university together. In fact, they were to be rooming together again since this was Shawn's last year. Triple H pouted and attempted to put his belongings into the bright yellow crate next to his car.

(Let's get off campus for a sec…)

In downtown Waters Grove, a few miles from where WWE University was located, Kevin Nash and Bubba Ray Dudley were getting situated in the same house that they've lived in since their freshman year. Kevin's uncle had owned it and ended up giving it to him since he was going to school in the area. It was a street away from the main drag, which was a good thing for 5 hungry college boys.

"I can't believe it, man. It's our senior year already." Bubba Ray said as he flopped onto the big, comforting gray couch.

"I know. It seems like only yesterday we got here, and now…it's all over." Kevin muttered as he sat on the dark green recliner next to the couch.

They were waiting for their newest arrival, Brock Lesnar, to move in. Brock was a freshman, and a distant cousin of the Undertaker, the meanest dude on campus. So Kevin and Bubba had no choice but to say yes to Brock. Unfortunately, in making this decision, they had to kick Stone Cold Steve Austin out of the house. And in making this move, it probably cost them his friendship. Kevin and Bubba Ray felt bad about it, of course, but they'd settle things with Stone Cold one day along the line. Shane McMahon, another housemate, was on his way, as he had called on his cell phone, and they knew ahead of time that The Rock was staying at home until the next night.

Bubba looked at the clock on the wall. "It's only 2 in the afternoon. What time did Brock say he'd get here?"

The doorbell rang, and Kevin said, "There's your answer."

Bubba Ray brushed himself off and got up to get the door. He opened it, and his mouth went wide. A huge, hulking mean-looking man was glaring back at him, with a few suitcases in tow. "Holy shit…uh, I mean, hi, Brock." Bubba Ray tried to get out.

Brock had a small smile on his lips. He was huge, and even in a green tank top and jeans, he looked like he was gonna kick his ass at any moment. "Hello Bubba." Brock smiled sort of evilly, as he made his way into the house. Kevin took one look at him and his jaw dropped. My God, he looks like a fucking monster, he thought. But then again, it's the Undertaker's cousin, so I'm not that surprised.

"So, what grade are you?" Bubba Ray asked, offering Brock a water bottle, which he graciously took.

"Me? I'm a freshman." Brock replied. Kevin and Bubba Ray looked at each other, their mouths open wide in disbelief. Jesus, thought Bubba Ray, I'd better stay on his good side or he's gonna kick my ass.

"Alright, do you have a car?" Kevin asked, looking at Brock warily.

Brock shrugged. "Not really. I can always call my cousins to take care of that for me."

Kevin looked over at Bubba Ray, who mouthed, "I'll be damned if the Undertaker sets foot near this house!"

"Well, you can always depend on us." Bubba Ray said with a weak laugh.

Brock smiled and nodded. "Cool. I'm looking forward to rooming with you guys." Well, I'm not so sure if we're looking forward to rooming with you, thought Kevin.

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(Everyone starts to settle in.)

Back at campus, at the East Hall apartments, Triple H was in the main room, staring at the ceiling. He had already claimed the small bedroom at the end of the hall, and after a half hour of dragging his belongings in there, he wasn't up to cleaning the mess he had made, at least not yet. I wonder what idiots they're gonna put me with, he thought to himself. Not that Shawn is an idiot. Well, he can be at times. He was bored, so he was watching television, his television, which was on the table in the main room, deciding on what to watch. But, unfortunately for the Game, nothing was on. It was daytime television, after all, and the Game would never stoop down to watching soap operas. He preferred to leave that to the women. Just then, he saw the door open, and a flash of blue (or was it green?) hair whizzed by. The fuck? What the hell could that possibly be? I hope my eyes aren't playing tricks or something, he thought.

Triple H blinked and said in a nervous way, "Uh, hello?" He then locked eyes with a tall blue-haired, green-eyed man, who was looking back at him with a huge, somewhat silly grin. My God, thought Triple H, he has blue hair!

Jeff then said casually with a slight southern accent, "Oh, hey, I guess you're one of my roomies."

Triple H grunted, "Damn right I am. Who are you?" He didn't mean to be uh, mean, but it just came out that way. Jeff was a little taken back by Triple H's meanness, but he didn't let it get him down.

"Oh, I'm Jeff. Jeff Hardy," he said, extending his hand in greeting. "And you?"

"Hunter Hearst Helmsley. But you can call me Hunter…or Triple H."

"Cool." Jeff said excitedly as he went to get more of his belongings that were outside the door. Triple H got up, stood by the phone, and looked down the hallway – Jeff had claimed the bedroom across from him. He shrugged.

"Damn, that kid has blue hair. Wow."

That guy was pretty big, thought Jeff to himself as he attempted to drag his bin to the back room. He looked like he was about to kick my ass. But then again…I don't think he will if he's my roommate…or would he? Er, maybe I'll ask Matt about it later.

On the second level of East Hall, Stacy and Torrie were having a field day decorating their apartment. That is, until someone knocked at their door. She had long, light brown curly hair, and was anxiously twirling her bright pink gum around her finger.

"Uh, hi??" Stacy asked nervously. What the hell is she doing here?, she thought. The girl stood there kind of nervously.

"Uh, hi. Is this…uh…room 203?"

Stacy nodded. "Yeah."

The girl smiled. "I'm your other roomie. My name is Nidia." Stacy and Torrie looked at each other and blinked - they weren't even expecting another roommate. They had always paid extra money just so they could have a whole 4-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment to themselves, and now...they'd have to share an apartment with some other girl who wasn't one of them. Great…I'm stuck living with a piece of 100 percent trailer trash, Torrie thought as she looked Nidia over.

"Well, uh…welcome to our abode, I guess." Stacy said as Nidia dragged her crate into the room. Geez, for a piece of trailer park trash, she sure has a lot of stuff, thought Torrie as she put some pillows onto the dull pink couch. Stacy smiled wearily at Torrie. She's just a freshman. No wonder she's acting like this, Stacy thought. Maybe Torrie and I can help her out…with stuff. Stacy, ever the nice one, attempted to get Nidia talking about her life, hopes, dreams, and everything in between in an effort to get to know her.

"So, what's your major? Are you a freshman?" Torrie asked as Nidia put her shower stuff in the bathroom.

"Actually, I'm not sure yet. I mean, this is my first time in my whole life that I'm away from the trailer, so, I have no idea. As for my grade, I'm a sophomore." Nidia replied, with a slight frown.

"Hmmmm." Stacy said thoughtfully. Away from the trailer?? What, she's never been to the big city before? Damn, we need to get this girl out there. And we gotta get her to quit acting like a freshman, too, thought Stacy as a plan popped into her head.

"I'll be back." Nidia said as she left the room to get more of her stuff.

"Okay." Stacy said weakly as she turned to Torrie. "Torrie…do you know what this means??"

Torrie shrugged. "Yeah, so she's not like us. That doesn't mean anything. And why the hell is she with us, anyway??"

"No, no…we can give her a makeover and get her to be like, popular…like us!" Stacy said excitedly.

"Hmmm. I don't really believe in that. I mean, let her do her own thing, but if she's up to it, fine." Torrie told her best friend.

Nidia came back in, with some more stuff. "Hey, do you have a television? Because I couldn't afford one, and…" Stacy pointed to the table near the two computers, where there was a television. "Oh, great, that's swell." Nidia said, embarrassed.

Torrie shook her head. "It's okay, girl. You'll get used to this college thing eventually."

Nidia smiled. "Thanks…I hope so." I still want to find out why this girl is living with us, thought Stacy to herself as she put some food into the refrigerator.

On the other side of campus, at South Hall, Lita Dumas was busy getting used to her new surroundings. She had been at home her freshman year and commuted to school, lived off campus last year, and this year she was finally living in the dorms. She wasn't too thrilled by this, but she needed to get out of her house. Hell with it, I figured I'd might as well go to the dorms, she thought. However, since her car was still being repaired, she had no way to get anywhere. She had met one of her other roommates, Trish Stratus, already, and they were getting along great. Even better, they were in the same grade.

"Hmmm…should we make the room have a purple theme…or a blue theme??" Trish asked Lita, who was busy making her bed. She had bottom bunk.

"I think we should go with purple. It's unexpected."

Trish nodded and said, "Alrighty. We can head to Walmart later on since I got my car up here." Awesome, thought Lita, I'll actually have transportation…at least for the time being! Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey!" said Jackie Gayda, the other roommate who was a freshman. She had beaten the two of them to the room, so she already claimed the single bed.

"Hey…how's it going?" Lita asked, as she held the door open.

"It's going great, I guess. I've seen some really hot guys out there in the parking lot. One of them even helped me with my stuff." Jackie giggled.

"Hot guys out there, eh?" asked Trish, who made a beeline for the window. Lita anxiously followed. She saw a tall guy with black and gold makeup (who turned out to be Goldust) on his face, talking to a short guy with extremely spiky brown hair, like a flame (who turned out to be Shawn O'Haire). Hot? These guys are hot? Uhhh, I can do better, thought Lita as she went back to putting stuff into her desk.

At the West Hall apartments, Jeff's brother Matt was getting situated in his apartment. Whenever it was time to apply for housing last semester, Matt had requested to be in another place different from his brother since he didn't want people constantly asking him if he was Jeff's older brother. Sure, he didn't mind this, but he knew that Jeff usually attracted attention wherever he went, and sometimes, it just got old. Matt collapsed from exhaustion and sat on the couch.

Out of nowhere, someone said, "Hey. Hardy boy. Off my couch."

Matt glanced up to see a huge, tall guy with a red bandanna tied around his head. Oh shit, he thought. This can't be. Oh my God. Matt was staring right into the face of none other than the Undertaker. And he knows my name! Now fear had struck into the heart of Matt Hardy. Normally, he was fearless, but now that he was rooming with the Undertaker…he was fearing for his life. The horrible things he had heard about the Undertaker last year, were they actually true? Would he have to face his wrath every day of his sophomore year of college? And worst of all, who would his other roommates be?

"Uh…ermmm…" Matt stuttered, jumping off of the couch obediently. Dude, this is so not right, he thought. He was scared. Scared of what was going to happen, what will happen, and what would happen. The Undertaker took a look at the scared Matt and sneered. That'll teach him, he thought as he threw a suitcase into the first room on the right. It was as if the Undertaker was staking his claim.

"There's plenty more where that came from." Undertaker smirked. Not even a minute later, Chris Jericho came in the door, suitcases in hand, and his mouth dropped open. Dear Lord, he thought in disbelief. I'm rooming with the Undertaker…and Matt Hardy??? Who else is rooming with us???

"Uh, hi." Chris said nervously as he met the Undertaker's glare.

"Hello, Mr. Jericho."

Chris shuddered. Man, I think I have just entered the gates of hell…and Matt Hardy and whoever else is going with me, he thought.

Just then, the three of them heard someone yell, "It's cool because I'm RVD!"

Matt's and Chris' eyes widened. RVD? Who is that?, thought Chris as he threw all his stuff into the last room on the right. The Undertaker had claimed the bedroom next to his, and Matt had the one across from him, so the RVD dude got the last room on the left. This RVD dude walked into the apartment, and caught the Undertaker's glare from the couch. Matt was leaning against the wall in the kitchen area, looking at him warily, and Chris was in the hallway, also looking at him warily. Damn…these guys don't look too happy with me or each other right now, RVD thought to himself as he shakily moved his belongings to the middle of the living room space.

"So kid, what's your name?" Undertaker growled as he spit on the wall. Matt's eyes narrowed. If that asshole is gonna think that we're gonna do all the cleaning, he better think again, he thought angrily.

"Me? I'm R-V-D…and I'm a freshman." he said, doing the hand motions with it.

"Look, I don't care if you're R-I-P. The bottom line is, I'm the Undertaker, and this is my apartment. You'll listen to me and do exactly as I say." Matt and Chris looked at each other and groaned. "Now, I won't be hearing any of that from you two. We're gonna go over my rules and you will all respect me because I'm a senior and you're all lowly underclassmen. Understood?" Yeah, but I'll be considered a junior next semester, at least, Matt thought. Matt, Chris, and RVD nervously nodded. Man, this is gonna be a strange trip, thought RVD as he dragged his things into the last room.

Finally, Steph was able to move into her room, in the girls' wing of North Hall, thanks to the help of the king of the world himself, Chris Jericho. Molly Holly, her other roommate, was already there. The cinnamon haired sophomore gave Steph the once over, and thought that she was a slut. Sure, Steph dressed like one, but that didn't really mean that she was one…or was she??

"Isn't there another girl supposed to be in here with us?" Steph asked nervously, fixing her strappy purple tank top.

Molly shrugged. "Terri…ha…she isn't gonna be around much, I'll tell you that. She hangs with a group of friends that are a bunch of alcoholics. In fact, I'm pretty sure that she is one." Steph sighed. Maybe I should go back home after all, she thought. Why are people so mean around here? Except for maybe that king of the world guy. I need to talk to Shane, damnit. Molly looked over at Steph and saw that she quite possibly pissed her off. A slight smile came over her lips.

"Hey, Stephie, listen." Steph's eyes widened. Stephie. No one called her that. Not even her father. "I'm gonna apologize in advance and say that I'm going to be sorry for being a bitch to you." Molly frowned. "I'm kind of going through a rough time right now."

Steph smiled a little. "Me, too, Molly." Molly offered her hand.

"Trust me, I'm not as bitchy as you think I am. In fact, I'm not going to dis you at all this school year. You're a freshman, and you'll need my help. Therefore, I won't badmouth you at all…more or less, I'll stick up for you."

Steph grinned. "Let's shake on it."

Molly stuck her hand out and they shook on it. A deal was a deal. Molly Holly was now going to be Stephanie McMahon's closest friend.

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End of Chapter Two…