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Disclaimer: I own you! But I don't own WWE.
After school, Christian stood in the schoolyard waiting for Brock. He was sweating and shaking with nervousness. Once he saw Brock coming he yelped with fear. "Christian, if you stand still this will be easy. If you try to run away, it won't be so easy."
Christian just wimpered. "Can't you just let me go home?"
"Hahaha. No." Brock laughed. He punched Christian in the jaw. "You're an annoying little creep and you need to be dealt with appropriately."
Christian held his jaw in pain. He didn't know whether he should fight back or just take his beating. Brock's fist collided with Christian's nose. Christian felt the blood running down his face. Suddenly, he hit Brock in the shoulder. Brock, clearly not expecting Christian to fight back, pounded Christian's face. Christian tried to push Brock away. A group of about twelve students who had stayed after school for whatever reason gathered around Brock and Christian. Christian had blood running down his face and a bruise forming around his left eye. His jaw felt dislocated. Suddenly, Mr. McMahon walked out of the school. The students watching the fight quickly scattered. Mr. McMahon, clearly irate, pulled Brock and Christian apart. "I don't want to see this behaviour on my schoolyard again. It doesn't matter if it's during school hours or not. Both of you have detention for the next two weeks!"
"But...he started it!" Christian exclaimed, wiping blood from his face.
"I don't care who started it!" Mr. McMahon growled.
Brock was pretty much unaffected by the fight. The only injuries he had was a bruise on his left shoulder and a busted lip. Christian's whole body was hurting. His mouth and nose were dripping blood and he had a black eye and several bruises on his body.
"The two of you, go home." Mr. McMahon said, shooing them off.
Chris and Trish were among the people who had stayed after school for a dance meeting. The two of them walked up to Christian. "Christian, are you okay?" Trish asked, her brown eyes wide with concern.
"No." Christian shook his head.
"This is an outrage! You obviously didn't do much to Brock and it was his fault this fight even happened. Mr. McMahon has no right to give you detention!! You were a victim!" Chris said angrily. "But don't worry, I'm going to make up a petition to have Brock taken off the football team...that'll teach him for messing around."
"Okay...that's a good idea." Christian nodded, wiping blood off his face.
"Umm...Chris, isn't that a little harsh?" Trish asked.
"Look what he did to Christian!" Chris pointed at Chrisitan, indicating the blood.
"Yeah...but still..."
"Trish, don't worry. I'll take care of this." Chris grinned.
"Well, all right..." Trish said. "I'd better be heading home now. See you later!" she gave Chris a quick kiss and began walking to her house.
"Chris, I'd better be leaving to before I get in more trouble with Mr. McMahon..." Christian said warily. "See you tomorrow."
"Bye...and don't worry about Brock. I'll take care of everything." Chris said, a sinister glint in his eyes.
Christian walked into his house. Edge was sitting at the table, doing homework. Putting his pen down, he looked up at Christian. "Whoa! What happened to you?" he asked.
"Brock." Christian said bitterly.
"...what did you do to him?" Edge cocked an eyebrow.
"Nothing!" Christian whined. "He just basically said that I made him mad....and then he told me to meet him after school...and I did...and he tried to kill me!" Christian exaggerated slightly. "And now I've got detention for the next two weeks thanks to Brock."
"Heh." Edge snickered. "That's what you get for being annoying."
"I am NOT annoying." Christian insisted.
"Whatever." Edge rolled his eyes and went back to his homework. "You'd better go mop up all that blood."
"Yeah, yeah..." Christian said, walking to the bathroom to clean his wounds.
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Matt and Shannon studied their artwork admiringly. "That's perfect." Matt grinned.
"Chris and Trish won't know what hit them." Shannon agreed.
The sign in the front of the school had once read "DANCE. Date: September 25. Admission Price: $4. See Chris Jericho or Trish Stratus for more detail." Now, with the assistance of Matt and Shannon's spray paint, it said several unflattering things about Chris and Trish, such as, "Slut", "Whore", "Bitch", "Jackass", among other things.
"Shannon, we'd better get moving. McMahon's coming."
"Right!" Matt and Shannon ran off, laughing.
Mr. McMahon looked at the sign in disgust. "Now who did this..." he muttered as he got into his car. "I'll find out tomorrow. And there will be severe consequences."
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"That was, like, a great practice!!" Jackie giggled.
"Totally!" Torrie said.
"The only thing is, I can't BELIEVE we have to choose another member for the squad. We, like, so work better with just the three of us." Stacy moaned.
"Yeah, what girls are there to, like, join us?" Torrie wondered.
"Shaniqua, Lita, Victoria, Jazz, Stephanie, Trish, Gail." Jackie rolled her eyes. "Not much of a selection."
"Totally. Shaniqua and Jazz are DEFINATELY not in. They're scary. Like, we don't want Lita in the squad. She is SUCH a freak. No Victoria for sure. Stephanie, Trish and Gail...Gail is WAY too short. Trish would be potential, but...NO. SHE's much too busy with her stupid student council." Stacy said. "Stephanie would be good too...but she totally has NO interest. I asked her this morning."
"How can she not, like, be interested?!" Torrie gasped.
"I don't think any of the girls have an interest, actually." Jackie said. "But we NEED four people."
"We'll have to hold tryouts and see who shows up, I guess." Torrie said.
"Yeah." Jackie nodded.
"Totally." Stacy said.
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Shane sat in the library, reading an X-Men comic. He heard someone coming toward him. Looking up, he saw Chris. "Hello, Citizen Chris."
"Hi...Shane, sign here." Chris said, pointing to the clipboard.
"Why?" Shane asked, looking at Chris suspiciously.
"It's a petition to get Brock taken off the football team."
"Why would we want Citizen Brock off the football team?"
"Did you see what he did to Christian!?"
Shane shook his head. "no."
"He beat Christian bloody!! YOU could be the next victim. We have to teach him a lesson!" Chris raised his voice.
"Shh." the librarian looked up in disapproval.
"Umm...okay." Shane shrugged and signed "The Hurricane" on Chris' petition.
"Err...thanks." Chris said, looking at the signature. (the Hurricane....) He rolled his eyes and walked out of the library. (Brock is history.) He laughed to himself.
Disclaimer: I own you! But I don't own WWE.
After school, Christian stood in the schoolyard waiting for Brock. He was sweating and shaking with nervousness. Once he saw Brock coming he yelped with fear. "Christian, if you stand still this will be easy. If you try to run away, it won't be so easy."
Christian just wimpered. "Can't you just let me go home?"
"Hahaha. No." Brock laughed. He punched Christian in the jaw. "You're an annoying little creep and you need to be dealt with appropriately."
Christian held his jaw in pain. He didn't know whether he should fight back or just take his beating. Brock's fist collided with Christian's nose. Christian felt the blood running down his face. Suddenly, he hit Brock in the shoulder. Brock, clearly not expecting Christian to fight back, pounded Christian's face. Christian tried to push Brock away. A group of about twelve students who had stayed after school for whatever reason gathered around Brock and Christian. Christian had blood running down his face and a bruise forming around his left eye. His jaw felt dislocated. Suddenly, Mr. McMahon walked out of the school. The students watching the fight quickly scattered. Mr. McMahon, clearly irate, pulled Brock and Christian apart. "I don't want to see this behaviour on my schoolyard again. It doesn't matter if it's during school hours or not. Both of you have detention for the next two weeks!"
"But...he started it!" Christian exclaimed, wiping blood from his face.
"I don't care who started it!" Mr. McMahon growled.
Brock was pretty much unaffected by the fight. The only injuries he had was a bruise on his left shoulder and a busted lip. Christian's whole body was hurting. His mouth and nose were dripping blood and he had a black eye and several bruises on his body.
"The two of you, go home." Mr. McMahon said, shooing them off.
Chris and Trish were among the people who had stayed after school for a dance meeting. The two of them walked up to Christian. "Christian, are you okay?" Trish asked, her brown eyes wide with concern.
"No." Christian shook his head.
"This is an outrage! You obviously didn't do much to Brock and it was his fault this fight even happened. Mr. McMahon has no right to give you detention!! You were a victim!" Chris said angrily. "But don't worry, I'm going to make up a petition to have Brock taken off the football team...that'll teach him for messing around."
"Okay...that's a good idea." Christian nodded, wiping blood off his face.
"Umm...Chris, isn't that a little harsh?" Trish asked.
"Look what he did to Christian!" Chris pointed at Chrisitan, indicating the blood.
"Yeah...but still..."
"Trish, don't worry. I'll take care of this." Chris grinned.
"Well, all right..." Trish said. "I'd better be heading home now. See you later!" she gave Chris a quick kiss and began walking to her house.
"Chris, I'd better be leaving to before I get in more trouble with Mr. McMahon..." Christian said warily. "See you tomorrow."
"Bye...and don't worry about Brock. I'll take care of everything." Chris said, a sinister glint in his eyes.
Christian walked into his house. Edge was sitting at the table, doing homework. Putting his pen down, he looked up at Christian. "Whoa! What happened to you?" he asked.
"Brock." Christian said bitterly.
"...what did you do to him?" Edge cocked an eyebrow.
"Nothing!" Christian whined. "He just basically said that I made him mad....and then he told me to meet him after school...and I did...and he tried to kill me!" Christian exaggerated slightly. "And now I've got detention for the next two weeks thanks to Brock."
"Heh." Edge snickered. "That's what you get for being annoying."
"I am NOT annoying." Christian insisted.
"Whatever." Edge rolled his eyes and went back to his homework. "You'd better go mop up all that blood."
"Yeah, yeah..." Christian said, walking to the bathroom to clean his wounds.
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Matt and Shannon studied their artwork admiringly. "That's perfect." Matt grinned.
"Chris and Trish won't know what hit them." Shannon agreed.
The sign in the front of the school had once read "DANCE. Date: September 25. Admission Price: $4. See Chris Jericho or Trish Stratus for more detail." Now, with the assistance of Matt and Shannon's spray paint, it said several unflattering things about Chris and Trish, such as, "Slut", "Whore", "Bitch", "Jackass", among other things.
"Shannon, we'd better get moving. McMahon's coming."
"Right!" Matt and Shannon ran off, laughing.
Mr. McMahon looked at the sign in disgust. "Now who did this..." he muttered as he got into his car. "I'll find out tomorrow. And there will be severe consequences."
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"That was, like, a great practice!!" Jackie giggled.
"Totally!" Torrie said.
"The only thing is, I can't BELIEVE we have to choose another member for the squad. We, like, so work better with just the three of us." Stacy moaned.
"Yeah, what girls are there to, like, join us?" Torrie wondered.
"Shaniqua, Lita, Victoria, Jazz, Stephanie, Trish, Gail." Jackie rolled her eyes. "Not much of a selection."
"Totally. Shaniqua and Jazz are DEFINATELY not in. They're scary. Like, we don't want Lita in the squad. She is SUCH a freak. No Victoria for sure. Stephanie, Trish and Gail...Gail is WAY too short. Trish would be potential, but...NO. SHE's much too busy with her stupid student council." Stacy said. "Stephanie would be good too...but she totally has NO interest. I asked her this morning."
"How can she not, like, be interested?!" Torrie gasped.
"I don't think any of the girls have an interest, actually." Jackie said. "But we NEED four people."
"We'll have to hold tryouts and see who shows up, I guess." Torrie said.
"Yeah." Jackie nodded.
"Totally." Stacy said.
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Shane sat in the library, reading an X-Men comic. He heard someone coming toward him. Looking up, he saw Chris. "Hello, Citizen Chris."
"Hi...Shane, sign here." Chris said, pointing to the clipboard.
"Why?" Shane asked, looking at Chris suspiciously.
"It's a petition to get Brock taken off the football team."
"Why would we want Citizen Brock off the football team?"
"Did you see what he did to Christian!?"
Shane shook his head. "no."
"He beat Christian bloody!! YOU could be the next victim. We have to teach him a lesson!" Chris raised his voice.
"Shh." the librarian looked up in disapproval.
"Umm...okay." Shane shrugged and signed "The Hurricane" on Chris' petition.
"Err...thanks." Chris said, looking at the signature. (the Hurricane....) He rolled his eyes and walked out of the library. (Brock is history.) He laughed to himself.