*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 Twelve – You Gotta Fight For Your Right to Party (Pt. 3)*

(The party is kicking, and various people are either drunk, high, or neither…er, you figure it out.)

"Dude, I am so fucking wasted!" yelled a very drunken Shane McMahon from the living room.

"Wooo!!" Booker T, who was just as drunk, laughed hysterically.

"Hey, Shane O, quit impersonating Professor Flair!" William Regal yelled in an irritated way from the other side of the room.

Booker T yelled back, "Shut up, sucka!!"

"Yeah…what he said…" Shane drawled as Jackie clung to his arm. Regal growled to himself. If there's one professor I can't stand, it's Flair, he thought as he took a sip of his Coors Light. He was almost as wasted as Booker T was. Chris Benoit was at Regal's side, just taking in all the chaos that was going on around him. Raven was in the corner doing the same thing, except he wasn't talking to anyone – he was nursing his own bottle of vodka. Nothing like Stolichnaya Vodka to get you wasted, Raven thought as he chugged some of it.

"Wooooo!" Booker T giggled again as Linda poked his side. Regal rolled his eyes. The reason he couldn't stand Ric Flair was because he had screwed him out of passing his psychology class for a year. And if I can't get into graduate school, it's that bloody bastard's fault, Regal thought.

Just then, Lita came into view. Benoit looked up and thought, hmmm, I gots an idea! He nudged Regal and said, "Hey, she's hot. Literally." Regal stroked his chin thoughtfully as he watched Lita try not to trip on anyone with her heeled boots. Damn these are a bitch to walk in, she thought as she almost tripped on a drunken Scott Hall.

"Hey…watch it…" Scott drawled as Lita accidentally stepped on his foot. Lita looked down. Damn, you would think that they would all get outta the way, she thought.

"Sorry!" she whispered.

Regal watched Lita move and drawled, "Yes…should I dare to even talk to her?" The drunkenness was already apparent in his voice, and that fact amused Benoit.

He laughed as he took another sip of his Coors Light, patted Regal on the back, and said, "Just do it." Benoit smiled to himself and thought, Damn, this should be interesting to watch. Regal attempted to get up, but fell onto Benoit, almost knocking over his beer. "Fuck, Regal, you're wasted. Holy shit."

Regal laughed and said, "Me, wasted? Nah." He attempted to get up again and failed.

Benoit chuckled to himself. "Come on, Regal. Get up." Regal tried again and couldn't do it. Benoit sighed, put his beer down, and pulled Regal up. "There, you happy? Now go for it." Benoit muttered. Because I can't wait to see you embarrass yourself trying to get this chick, he thought as he tried to stifle his laugh.

Lita found a spot near Steph McMahon and Chris Jericho. She smiled weakly at them. Steph nodded slowly. Wow, I can't see for shit, she thought. This Bicardi stuff must've kicked in real fast. She looked over at Chris and smiled. Chris smiled back. Hey, uh, why is she smiling at me? Oh yeah, because we are drunk like everyone else, he thought. I am the king of the world…er, a drunken king of the world!!

"H-h-h-h-ey Liiita." Chris drawled.

Lita shook her head. He's wasted. Fuckin' hell, she thought. "Man, you two look like you're about to frickin' fall off the damn recliner." Steph attempted to nod. Damn, I can't even move my head. This is not good, she thought as she fell back onto Chris, who sighed happily. Oh yeah…Steph's gonna fall asleep on me, Chris thought. Hell yeah, who's the man? Me!! "Well, that answered my question. I guess I'll talk to you two whenever you're sobered up…if you're sobered up." Lita sighed as she tried to find someone else to talk to. Chris and Steph just giggled and fell asleep on the recliner.

Finally, William Regal staggered near Lita and remarked, "My, you have really red hair." Lita blinked. Oh hell, it's that William Regal prick guy I've heard about, she thought. What to do, what to do…can't really do anything since everyone and their mother is drunk! Shit!!

 "Yeah, so?" Lita replied coolly, trying to find a way out. Regal smiled sorta evilly at her. Hmm, she's very nice looking. Don't know why Benoit didn't go for her, he thought as he cornered her slowly against the wall. Lita could hear the thumping bass of Papa Roach permeating the house. She then looked around at the wasted bodies or semi-wasted bodies around the living room and sighed loudly. I gotta get Regal off of me. I wonder how I'm gonna do that, seeing as mostly everyone in this house is wasted off their asses, she thought. All of a sudden, as if on cue, the front door busted open. It was Tommy Dreamer, who was holding a kendo stick and heading straight for William Regal. People started groaning and yelling at the same time. Lita's eyes went wide. Shit, he's gonna hit one of us, she thought. Better him than me! She yelled loudly and attempted to get out of the way. Tommy hit Regal hard with the kendo stick, making him fall instantly to the floor. "Bodies" by Drowning Pool was playing at that exact moment, and it was all too funny to Chris Benoit and everyone who was sober, who were laughing like hell.

"Ahhh, you bloody bastard!!" Regal screeched at Dreamer as he rubbed his head and later passed out.

"Good, I can't stand him." remarked Hurricane, taking a sip of water. He was one of the people in the house that actually refused to get drunk.

Billy Kidman, who was nearby, asked, "Why does everyone hate him so much?"

Hurricane replied, "I'll tell you later."

Tommy picked up his kendo stick, and yelled, "I am the innovator of violence!! AHHH!!" He then picked up a giggling Lita, and bounced into the kitchen.

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Stone Cold saw the commotion going on in the living room and shook his head. "Drunks." he muttered as he looked back into the kitchen. Edge and Jeff Hardy, who were still awaiting Stone Cold's decision on whether they were allowed to be in his crowd or not, were nervously drinking their Bacardi Silvers. Edge looked at his dark red and bright yellow-haired roommate and thought, Man, Jeff must really have Stone Cold thinking hard. Triple H and Shawn Michaels, who were also nearby, were drinking their Yuenglings, and laughing at what had happened to William Regal a few minutes before. Nidia, who was on her second bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade, was just confused and sticking with the two big scary guys, as she called Triple H and Shawn. Stone Cold was leaning against the light yellow wall with his eyes closed. I gotta watch the beer, he thought to himself, because Debra wouldn't want me to get too wasted. Hell, where is she, anyway?

Tommy Dreamer came by with Lita over his shoulder, yelled "Hey!" to the six of them, and grabbed a couple of Budweisers.

Stone Cold nodded back at Tommy, "Hey, what's up?"

Shawn blinked as he saw the flash of red hair and said, "Tommy, who's the girl?" Lita looked around at everyone. Did that guy just call me a girl? No one calls me that and gets away with it, she thought as she tried to find out who had said it.

"Hey uh, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman, damnit." Lita replied as Tommy laughed and put her down.

"Oooh, she's a feisty one, Shawn." Triple H remarked, poking his best friend in the ribs. "Whatcha gonna do about that one, brotha?"

Shawn smirked at Lita. "You have my best friend torturing me. Are you happy now?"

Lita nodded as she picked up a Bacardi Silver from one of the coolers. "Oh yeah. My life is complete."

Stone Cold chuckled. "Yep, she is definitely the feisty one, Hunter." He gave a look to Shawn, which made Triple H laugh hysterically.

Lita looked at Nidia in confusion and said, "You new?"

Nidia shrugged. "I guess so. Who are you?"

Lita held out her hand. "The name's Lita. And you are?"

"Nidia." she replied as she shook Lita's hand. Interesting, thought Shawn as he eyed Lita. The prospects up here at WWE U are slowly improving.

"So I guess you really feel out of place, then." Lita began.

Shawn looked at her. "Not so much anymore. We've been introducing her to everyone that comes by so she doesn't feel that way."

Lita nodded. "Good idea." She took another sip of her Bacardi Silver and asked, "Who are you rooming with?"

Nidia replied, "Stacy and Torrie, if you know them?"

 Lita nodded. "Oh yeah, everyone knows them. God help you."

Nidia looked at Triple H and asked, "What's she mean by that?"

Triple H sighed. "Well, Nidia, that just means that they're really popular. Almost too popular, if you ask me." He, Shawn, and Tommy chuckled.

"Agreed." Tommy added. "So I took out that bastard Regal with my trusty kendo stick. Man, it was great. He deserved it."

Triple H shook his head. "Tommy, my man, you never cease to amaze me."

Stone Cold nodded. "Hunter's right."

"Well, I'm off to join the pothead crew." Tommy giggled as he skipped away to the back porch. While this was going on, Edge and Jeff were drooling over Lita.

Edge gave Jeff a smile and whispered, "Dude, she is hot, as in hotness…ness…ness."

Jeff nodded and said, "You're telling me." And it has nothing to do with the hair, either, Jeff thought to himself. "We still need to get Stone Cold's attention, though." Jeff told his friend.

"Oh yeah, we want to know about the decision." Edge muttered.

Edge looked warily at Jeff, and Jeff then yelled, "Stone Cold!"

Stone Cold, who was in a little conversation with Triple H, looked at Jeff and smiled. "Oh…what?! I figured it out. Yes, you can be a part of my crowd…but let me tell you, it'll take a while for them to get warmed up to you, so to speak." Jeff and Edge grinned like Cheshire cats. Awesome, thought Edge, I'm one of the popular people now!

"Well, congratulations…I think." Triple H told his roommates, patting them each on the back.

"Thanks." Jeff replied, taking another sip of his Bacardi Silver. I'm just happy that I have a group to call my own, he thought. That'll take some time to get used to since I'm so used to being the outsider.

Shawn shrugged as he took another sip of his Yuengling. "Stone Cold, I know we have had our trouble, but I just wanna say that I think we should get along for the sake of the other two."

Stone Cold blinked. "Shawn, what are you talking about? I don't have any ill will towards you…it's more towards the Undertaker."

Shawn asked, "Really? You don't hate me or anything?"

Stone Cold turned to Shawn and nodded. "Why would the rattlesnake hate you? You're the king of scheming at WWE U. We'd be the perfect team. What?" Triple H had to laugh. Ah, that's Shawn for ya, always overreacting, he thought as he took another sip of his beer.

"Geez, we have a king of scheming, a king of pricks, and a king of the world. What else can we have?"

Shawn laughed as he took another sip of his beer. "Uh, Tommy can be the king of violence." Lita laughed.

Edge shook his head. "I'm the king of awesomeness."

"Oh really now?" Lita asked. "How awesome are you?" Edge had to laugh. Wow, she is definitely the feisty one, he thought.

Nidia said quietly, "I'm the queen of uh…quietness. Yeah."

Jeff and Edge looked at each other. "Well, once you hang out with us, that'll change." Shawn laughed as he took another sip of his beer, while Lita went to the back porch with the potheads. Oh man, Nidia thought as Jeff and Edge dragged her with them, what have I gotten myself into?

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In the living room, Christian was talking with a very bubbly Rikishi, as well as Hurricane and Billy Kidman. Rikishi had been in a class with Christian last year, so they knew each other pretty well. Raven, meanwhile, was well on his way to being drunk, as he was mumbling something to himself in the corner.

"Dude, what's up with your roommate?" Christian asked both Hurricane and Billy Kidman.

Hurricane took a look at Raven and shrugged. "He's drunk, or at least getting there. That's what it seems like to me."

Billy laughed. "Yep. I can't wait to bug him about it later."

Christian took a sip of his Coors Light and said, "So, you're finally a big senior now, Rikishi."

He nodded. "Yep. Thank God."

Billy and Hurricane laughed. "I would love to be a senior right now. But I have another 3 years to go."

Billy sighed, stretching his arm.

Hurricane growled. "I have two more years!"

Billy patted him on the back and said, "Don't worry, man, you'll be fine."

Christian added, "Yeah, I have two more years to go, too."

Hurricane's eyes went wide. "Really?"

Christian nodded. "Oh yeah."

Rikishi looked at Christian and said, "You know, you look a lot like your brother."

Christian grinned. "Yeah, I do. It's the hair." Rikishi nodded.

"Yep, it sure is." Christian thought, Man, where is my brother, anyway?

"Jeffness, this totally reeks of awesomeness." Christian blinked. Sometimes the way he found his brother freaked him out. Hell, sometimes even thinking about where he is brings him to me, he thought.

Edge looked down at his brother on the floor and smiled. Christian smiled back. Something's up. Edge is way too happy for me, he thought. "Bro? What's up?" asked Edge.  Jeff Hardy and Nidia were by his sides.

Christian nodded back at Jeff. "Hey Jeff. Hey girl I don't know."

"Hey Christian. This is Nidia." Jeff replied.

"Hi." Nidia said shyly.

Christian just nodded, and Hurricane said, "Whassup?" I'm still having trouble getting used to Edge hanging out with him, Christian thought as he took another sip of his Coors Light and watched Hurricane and Nidia get acquainted. And who the hell is this girl?

Hurricane looked up at his best friend's brother and laughed, for he had known him almost as long as Matt had. "Hi Jeff. That's an interesting color combination you got on your head this time."

Jeff shrugged. "Yeah, I figured, I might as well try something new for once."

Hurricane took a sip of his water and replied, "You're always trying something new!" Billy blinked. Oh wow, is this the Jeff Hardy that I keep hearing about? Damn, he looks so different from Matt, he thought.

"Hey, are you related to Matt Hardy at all?"

Jeff looked at Billy and nodded. "Yep, I sure am. I'm his younger brother." Wait a second, Jeff thought, I don't know this guy. He blinked and asked nervously, "Who are you?"

"I'm Billy Kidman. And that's Rikishi and Christian." He said as he pointed to everyone else. The two nodded.

"What's up Rikishi? I already know Christian." Jeff nodded. "Hey." Damn, I feel popular already, Jeff thought to himself.

Edge smiled at Christian and said, "Guess what? Jeffness and I are official members of Stone Cold's crew now."

Hurricane's mouth dropped open in shock. Sure, he was a dork, but he was always jealous of others' popularity. "You're what?!" Oh boy, I don't know how Matt will react to this one, he thought.

Edge grinned. "You heard me." Christian sighed. Great, not only does Edge have the looks over me, but he also has the popularity over me, he thought. This blows. Nidia sighed, as well. I guess that means I'm a part of the popular crowd now, too, she thought. This blows.

Edge looked at his brother, and asked, "You okay, man?"

Christian nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine dude." No I'm not, he thought. You just beat me out again in the popularity and looks department. Son-of-a-bitch.

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End of Chapter Twelve…