Road Trip
Prologue
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Hunter/Lita, Randy/Victoria, Molly/Jericho, Stacy/Shawn Michaels
Warnings:
Category: WWE
Spoilers: Current (October 6, 2003), except: in a 3-way match between Molly, Gail and Lita, Gail turned on Molly and took the championship back.
Summary: One of Eric's 'genius' plans: throw a lottery to randomly choose 4 diva's and 4 superstar's to be a part of a cross-country promotional tour. This leaves 8 volatile and hostile people practically trapped in each other's company; I wonder what's going to happen?
Archive: H-L-A, Personal Space, Fanfiction.net
Author's Notes: An answer to Amy's Road Trip challenge (Sept. 25, 2003). The original challenge will be posted at the end of this part.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the characters or storylines developed by the WWE, nor is this supposed to represent the preferences of the real people who portray them. No copyright infringement is intended.
~
"What's he want us here for?"
"What's going on in that twisted little mind?"
"Why do we have to be here again?"
"Can we get this started? I have better things to do!"
The loud, obnoxious voice of Chris Jericho cut through the conference room, silencing all the conversations that had been going on previously. It was an odd sight, the entire roster of Raw, condensed into one room. Now, if only the person who had arranged it all was here to explain.
"Steve, do you have any idea what's going on?" The southern twang in Shawn Michaels voice was pronounced more than usual. A result of being in close proximity with so many people he didn't like was the popular reasoning for it.
The bald-headed co-general manager of Raw was present as well, and looking just as an annoyed as the rest of those in attendance. He looked up from his beer to reply to the entire crowd of disgruntled superstars.
"Listen, I want to leave as much as the rest of you," the disgruntled groan of Christian was silenced with a glare, "But, that sumbitch Bischoff wants us all here for some special announcement, so."
"Come on, Steve!"
"This is so annoying!"
"As if! He's probably not even going to show up."
The aggravated yelling was cut short as the man of the hour entered the room, looking as though he owned it. Eric Bischoff didn't seem to mind at all that he was currently the recipient of many a glare. The co-gm walked confidently to the front of the room before he even turned to address the crowd of his employees.
"I guess you're all wondering why I called you here today?" the tone was jaunty and matched the smirk on the face of the man as he regarded the mass of people. "I have the pleasure to announce to you all." Eric paused, trying to build some sort of anticipation.
"Get on with it!"
With a pout, the man conceded, "The first ever Raw brand, cross-country, inter-promotional, road trip!" He paused there, preparing to accept the applause, that he would surely receive, gratefully.
"What the hell!"
"Oh. My. God."
"If that isn't the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
As the comments continued, Bischoff's face grew redder and redder. Finally, the man had had enough. "Shut up! All of you! I don't want to hear it! This will happen because I say it will happen. Those of you that I choose will participate with a goddamn smile on your face! Does everyone understand?"
There were mumbles that followed, but the room had quieted down considerably. Eric's smile returned and he once again looked around the room. "Any questions?"
"Who're the unlucky bastards that have to do it?" Hunter's voice cut across the room, cool with a small amount of amusement.
A wicked smile spread slowly across the co-general manager's face. "I'm glad you asked that Hunter. Because, you see, we're going to choose the participants in a very special way. Tonight, live on Raw, there will be a lottery. All the superstars names will be inside this lottery."
"No. No fucking way."
"Yes. I will choose 8 people from this lottery. That's right, only 8. I know you're all hoping you'll be chosen and are just dying with anticipation. See you tonight."
With that, Eric Bischoff extracted himself from the crowd and sauntered through the door. The conference room was left filled with many aggravated wrestlers. Tonight was not going to be a good night for 8 people.
~
". so, every superstar's name is entered here," Eric gestured towards the large bingo-style mixer, "and I will choose 8 superstars who will be given the privilege to experience this wonderful opportunity."
Sending a smirk towards the crowd around him, Bischoff gestured for Jonathon Coachman to start spinning the ball. As the flurry of small papers mixed themselves up, the wrestlers in the back held their breath.
"And the first winner is." Eric voice was sickeningly cheerful, "Randy Orton! Congratulations, son!" As Coach once again spun the wheel, Eric pulled out the second name, "Stacy Kiebler!"
The first two names had been called, but the uncalled superstars in the back still watched carefully. "Our third superstar is. Shawn Michaels!" The crowd was torn between cheering for one of their heroes or not because of Bischoff. "Fourth is Lita! Can't say I'm sorry to see her go." The last part was muttered under his breath and met with loud boos from the crowd.
"Let's see, who's the next lucky superstar." Bischoff reached in to pull out a name, "Chris Jericho!" He paused a second to gouge the crowd reaction before once again drawing a name, "Lucky number six is. Victoria!" "Now we're down to the last two," Bischoff said, "Let's see who it's going to be. Molly Holly! Our former women's champion is number 7."
The wheel began spinning quickly as Eric approached his hand. "And the blessed number 8 is going to be.. Yes! It's going to be our former World Heavyweight Champion, Triple H!"
As the last name was called, the wheel was moved from the ring and Bischoff brought the microphone, once again, to his lips. "Well, that's all. I'm sure all of you who didn't make it are very disappointed but try not to be too jealous of those who did. The lucky 8 that made it, you know who to thank: me, Eric Bischoff."
As Eric stepped from the ring, "I'm back!" played triumphantly for him. He walked with the sway of a man who believed he had done a job well done.
~
*Evolution dressing room*
"I cannot believe this."
"Believe it, Bischoff is throwing his power around."
"This never would have happened if you were still the champ. We wouldn't."
"Well, Orton, I'm not the champ anymore am I." The tone in Triple H's voice was dangerous and Randy Orton immediately attempted to apologize.
"Hunt," he began, trying to smile placidly at the larger man, "You know I didn't mean it that way, I'm just pissed off at having to do this."
"Don't worry, you're not going to have to do this."
"What do you have in mind, Natch," Hunter voice was gravely.
"I'll talk to Bischoff, don't worry." Ric Flair seemed confident that he could talk their way out of this situation.
~
*Jericho and Christian's dressing room*
*CRASH*
"Goddamnit, dude," Christian cried out to his fellow blonde Canadian, "Stop throwing shit! It's not that bad!"
The older blonde turned towards his friend, "Not that bad?! Not that bad!? I have to go on some stupid ass road trip with a load of people I hate! And you say it's not that bad?"
~
*HBK and Maven's dressing room*
*THUNK*
Shawn Michaels brought his head down against the lockers, creating a loud thunking noise. He paused for a second before lifting his head once again and dropping it.
"Shawn, would you stop that," Maven's voice was worried with a tinge of exasperation added for good measure.
A hollow laugh came from the mouth of the heartbreak kid. "I'm stuck on a road trip with Jericho, Orton and Helmsley, Maven; I'm hoping I can give myself a concussion.
"Well, it can't be any worse than what's been happening to you in the last couple weeks. right?"
~
*Test and Steiner's dressing room*
"I can't believe this!"
"Who does Bischoff think he is? You belong to me!"
Test and Scott Steiner were railing at the injustice they believed to have just occurred. Stacy had been chosen for this cross-country, inter- promotional tour, without them. As the two continued to vent their anger, the woman herself sat calmly on the bench.
Stacy Kiebler had a smile on her face.
~
*Women's dressing room*
"He can't do this to me! I'm Molly Holly! This isn't fair!" The former women's champion was screaming at the television screen in front of her, even though Eric Bischoff was long gone; the ring now occupied by Rico and Val Venis.
Beside her, the tall redhead was muttering in discontentment, "I can't fucking believe it. I just got back, and now I have to go on some stupid tour?"
"You know, this wouldn't have happened if one of you were women's champion," the cocky voice of the young Gail Kim rang across the locker room. She realised her mistake quickly as two pairs of angry eyes turned in her direction.
~
*Stevie's dressing room*
"No, he can't do this to me, he can't take you away from me," Victoria was loudly muttering as she clung tightly to her boyfriend. Steven Richards had a lost and slightly crazy look in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Flower," he muttered into her red-streaked hair, "Stevie will make everything better."
End chapter 1
Original Challenge:
Road Trip Challenge:
Choose Between 6-8 superstars/divas
Must include: Stacy, Molly, Jericho and Shawn Michales (though they don't
need to be paired off together)
Other Participants:
Guys Choose from: Hunter, Kurt, Christian, Randy, Rocky, Edge, Steven
Richards, Shane McMahon
Divas: Nidia, Victoria, Dawn Marie, Lita (please do not pair her with Jericho
or Shawn)
The Divas/Superstars chosen do not necessarily need to be paired up if you
don't want them to be
Trap them all together in an RV on a cross country promotional tour/scheme
thought up by Vince. Exactly what they're doing or where they stop is up to
you.
The Divas must make the guys watched the Powerpuff Girls or Sailormoon
(original Japanese version) at least once on the trip. Wackiness and Chaos
must
ensue.
~Amy
Prologue
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Hunter/Lita, Randy/Victoria, Molly/Jericho, Stacy/Shawn Michaels
Warnings:
Category: WWE
Spoilers: Current (October 6, 2003), except: in a 3-way match between Molly, Gail and Lita, Gail turned on Molly and took the championship back.
Summary: One of Eric's 'genius' plans: throw a lottery to randomly choose 4 diva's and 4 superstar's to be a part of a cross-country promotional tour. This leaves 8 volatile and hostile people practically trapped in each other's company; I wonder what's going to happen?
Archive: H-L-A, Personal Space, Fanfiction.net
Author's Notes: An answer to Amy's Road Trip challenge (Sept. 25, 2003). The original challenge will be posted at the end of this part.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the characters or storylines developed by the WWE, nor is this supposed to represent the preferences of the real people who portray them. No copyright infringement is intended.
~
"What's he want us here for?"
"What's going on in that twisted little mind?"
"Why do we have to be here again?"
"Can we get this started? I have better things to do!"
The loud, obnoxious voice of Chris Jericho cut through the conference room, silencing all the conversations that had been going on previously. It was an odd sight, the entire roster of Raw, condensed into one room. Now, if only the person who had arranged it all was here to explain.
"Steve, do you have any idea what's going on?" The southern twang in Shawn Michaels voice was pronounced more than usual. A result of being in close proximity with so many people he didn't like was the popular reasoning for it.
The bald-headed co-general manager of Raw was present as well, and looking just as an annoyed as the rest of those in attendance. He looked up from his beer to reply to the entire crowd of disgruntled superstars.
"Listen, I want to leave as much as the rest of you," the disgruntled groan of Christian was silenced with a glare, "But, that sumbitch Bischoff wants us all here for some special announcement, so."
"Come on, Steve!"
"This is so annoying!"
"As if! He's probably not even going to show up."
The aggravated yelling was cut short as the man of the hour entered the room, looking as though he owned it. Eric Bischoff didn't seem to mind at all that he was currently the recipient of many a glare. The co-gm walked confidently to the front of the room before he even turned to address the crowd of his employees.
"I guess you're all wondering why I called you here today?" the tone was jaunty and matched the smirk on the face of the man as he regarded the mass of people. "I have the pleasure to announce to you all." Eric paused, trying to build some sort of anticipation.
"Get on with it!"
With a pout, the man conceded, "The first ever Raw brand, cross-country, inter-promotional, road trip!" He paused there, preparing to accept the applause, that he would surely receive, gratefully.
"What the hell!"
"Oh. My. God."
"If that isn't the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
As the comments continued, Bischoff's face grew redder and redder. Finally, the man had had enough. "Shut up! All of you! I don't want to hear it! This will happen because I say it will happen. Those of you that I choose will participate with a goddamn smile on your face! Does everyone understand?"
There were mumbles that followed, but the room had quieted down considerably. Eric's smile returned and he once again looked around the room. "Any questions?"
"Who're the unlucky bastards that have to do it?" Hunter's voice cut across the room, cool with a small amount of amusement.
A wicked smile spread slowly across the co-general manager's face. "I'm glad you asked that Hunter. Because, you see, we're going to choose the participants in a very special way. Tonight, live on Raw, there will be a lottery. All the superstars names will be inside this lottery."
"No. No fucking way."
"Yes. I will choose 8 people from this lottery. That's right, only 8. I know you're all hoping you'll be chosen and are just dying with anticipation. See you tonight."
With that, Eric Bischoff extracted himself from the crowd and sauntered through the door. The conference room was left filled with many aggravated wrestlers. Tonight was not going to be a good night for 8 people.
~
". so, every superstar's name is entered here," Eric gestured towards the large bingo-style mixer, "and I will choose 8 superstars who will be given the privilege to experience this wonderful opportunity."
Sending a smirk towards the crowd around him, Bischoff gestured for Jonathon Coachman to start spinning the ball. As the flurry of small papers mixed themselves up, the wrestlers in the back held their breath.
"And the first winner is." Eric voice was sickeningly cheerful, "Randy Orton! Congratulations, son!" As Coach once again spun the wheel, Eric pulled out the second name, "Stacy Kiebler!"
The first two names had been called, but the uncalled superstars in the back still watched carefully. "Our third superstar is. Shawn Michaels!" The crowd was torn between cheering for one of their heroes or not because of Bischoff. "Fourth is Lita! Can't say I'm sorry to see her go." The last part was muttered under his breath and met with loud boos from the crowd.
"Let's see, who's the next lucky superstar." Bischoff reached in to pull out a name, "Chris Jericho!" He paused a second to gouge the crowd reaction before once again drawing a name, "Lucky number six is. Victoria!" "Now we're down to the last two," Bischoff said, "Let's see who it's going to be. Molly Holly! Our former women's champion is number 7."
The wheel began spinning quickly as Eric approached his hand. "And the blessed number 8 is going to be.. Yes! It's going to be our former World Heavyweight Champion, Triple H!"
As the last name was called, the wheel was moved from the ring and Bischoff brought the microphone, once again, to his lips. "Well, that's all. I'm sure all of you who didn't make it are very disappointed but try not to be too jealous of those who did. The lucky 8 that made it, you know who to thank: me, Eric Bischoff."
As Eric stepped from the ring, "I'm back!" played triumphantly for him. He walked with the sway of a man who believed he had done a job well done.
~
*Evolution dressing room*
"I cannot believe this."
"Believe it, Bischoff is throwing his power around."
"This never would have happened if you were still the champ. We wouldn't."
"Well, Orton, I'm not the champ anymore am I." The tone in Triple H's voice was dangerous and Randy Orton immediately attempted to apologize.
"Hunt," he began, trying to smile placidly at the larger man, "You know I didn't mean it that way, I'm just pissed off at having to do this."
"Don't worry, you're not going to have to do this."
"What do you have in mind, Natch," Hunter voice was gravely.
"I'll talk to Bischoff, don't worry." Ric Flair seemed confident that he could talk their way out of this situation.
~
*Jericho and Christian's dressing room*
*CRASH*
"Goddamnit, dude," Christian cried out to his fellow blonde Canadian, "Stop throwing shit! It's not that bad!"
The older blonde turned towards his friend, "Not that bad?! Not that bad!? I have to go on some stupid ass road trip with a load of people I hate! And you say it's not that bad?"
~
*HBK and Maven's dressing room*
*THUNK*
Shawn Michaels brought his head down against the lockers, creating a loud thunking noise. He paused for a second before lifting his head once again and dropping it.
"Shawn, would you stop that," Maven's voice was worried with a tinge of exasperation added for good measure.
A hollow laugh came from the mouth of the heartbreak kid. "I'm stuck on a road trip with Jericho, Orton and Helmsley, Maven; I'm hoping I can give myself a concussion.
"Well, it can't be any worse than what's been happening to you in the last couple weeks. right?"
~
*Test and Steiner's dressing room*
"I can't believe this!"
"Who does Bischoff think he is? You belong to me!"
Test and Scott Steiner were railing at the injustice they believed to have just occurred. Stacy had been chosen for this cross-country, inter- promotional tour, without them. As the two continued to vent their anger, the woman herself sat calmly on the bench.
Stacy Kiebler had a smile on her face.
~
*Women's dressing room*
"He can't do this to me! I'm Molly Holly! This isn't fair!" The former women's champion was screaming at the television screen in front of her, even though Eric Bischoff was long gone; the ring now occupied by Rico and Val Venis.
Beside her, the tall redhead was muttering in discontentment, "I can't fucking believe it. I just got back, and now I have to go on some stupid tour?"
"You know, this wouldn't have happened if one of you were women's champion," the cocky voice of the young Gail Kim rang across the locker room. She realised her mistake quickly as two pairs of angry eyes turned in her direction.
~
*Stevie's dressing room*
"No, he can't do this to me, he can't take you away from me," Victoria was loudly muttering as she clung tightly to her boyfriend. Steven Richards had a lost and slightly crazy look in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Flower," he muttered into her red-streaked hair, "Stevie will make everything better."
End chapter 1
Original Challenge:
Road Trip Challenge:
Choose Between 6-8 superstars/divas
Must include: Stacy, Molly, Jericho and Shawn Michales (though they don't
need to be paired off together)
Other Participants:
Guys Choose from: Hunter, Kurt, Christian, Randy, Rocky, Edge, Steven
Richards, Shane McMahon
Divas: Nidia, Victoria, Dawn Marie, Lita (please do not pair her with Jericho
or Shawn)
The Divas/Superstars chosen do not necessarily need to be paired up if you
don't want them to be
Trap them all together in an RV on a cross country promotional tour/scheme
thought up by Vince. Exactly what they're doing or where they stop is up to
you.
The Divas must make the guys watched the Powerpuff Girls or Sailormoon
(original Japanese version) at least once on the trip. Wackiness and Chaos
must
ensue.
~Amy