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"Christian, you look terrible! But don't worry, I've got this petition right here." Chris held up the petition. It already had three signatures. 'Chris Jericho', 'Christian' and 'The Hurricane'. The two of them were walking to school the next morning. Christian grinned. "We're gonna get our payback...hey Chris." Christian said as they approached the school.
"hmm?" Chris didn't look up from the petition.
"What happened to the dance sign?"
Chris looked up and his eyes widened angrily. "Who did that!?" he exlaimed.
"I don't know...I bet it was Brock!" Christian replied accusingly.
"Yeah, I'm almost one hundred percent sure it was...Mr. McMahon's probably gonna ask about it, and when he does...well, we already know who it was." Chris smirked. The two of them walked into the school. They were greeted by Trish.
"Hi Chris, hi Christian...did you two see what happened to the sign!?" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, but don't worry Trish. I'm pretty sure I know who it was." Chris said evilly.
"Who?" Trish's eyes widened.
"Brock!" Christian cut in.
"Yeah." Chris nodded.
"Brock?" Trish blinked. "Why would Brock trash it?"
"Because he hates me and Christian...and he probably hates you too." Chris said bluntly.
"Hmm...yeah, that sounds possible." Trish agreed hesitantly.
The bell rang. All the students scurried to their homerooms.
"Hello, class." Mr. Bischoff said. "Now as you all may know, an act of vandalism occured after school yesterday. Mr. McMahon has informed me that once he finds out who was responsible, that person will be suspended for a week and not allowed to attend the dance."
Chris grinned at Christian. He raised his hand. Before Mr. Bischoff could address him, Matt and Shannon burst into the classroom. "Why are you two late?" Mr. Bischoff asked.
"McMahon tried to accuse us of ruining his sign." Matt shrugged.
"Did you?" Mr. Bischoff asked.
"No." Matt shook his head. "I have better things to do with my time than ruining a stupid school dance sign."
"Yeah. Me too." Shannon nodded.
"All right. Take your seats." The bell rang to begin first period. Mr. Bischoff began the math lesson.
"We're off the hook." Matt whispered to Shannon.
Shannon nodded. "We'll never get caught. I heard Chris and Christian think it was Brock and you know Chris. He can't keep his big mouth shut and he's gonna turn Brock in."
"This is the only time his big mouth will help us." Matt laughed.
Suddenly, Mr. McMahon's voice came over the intercom. "Good morning, students and staff. Now, as you all may know someone has ruined a piece of school property. If you are that person, it would be best to turn yourself in. If I hear it from someone else, you will be in twice as much trouble. Also, there will be cheerleading tryouts in the gym today at recess."
"Cheerleading tryouts..." Gail murmured to Stephanie. "I think I'm going to try out."
"I think you can make it." Stephanie agreed. Gail was a very talented gymnast.
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"Brock is going to be in for it now. I bet Mr. McMahon will kick him off the football team...so I don't need this anymore." Chris put the petition in his desk.
Christian smirked. "I don't know why he thought he could write such insults about you and Trish and get away with it."
The recess bell rang. The students all darted out of the class. Chris and Chrisitan headed to Mr. McMahon's office. Christian, because he had detention and Chris to turn in Brock. "Could I speak to Mr. McMahon?" Chris said to Mr. McMahon's secretary, Sable.
"Sure thing." Sable said. "Mr. McMahon!"
Mr. McMahon came out from the back. "Ah, Christian. Detention room's right down there." Mr. McMahon pointed to a door labelled "Detention".
"Yes sir." Christian said and walked into the detention room.
"And what can I do for you, Chris?"
"Well, sir. I know who defaced the property of our school!"
"And who would that be?"
"Brock Lesnar." Chris said with a grin.
"Okay. Thank you Chris."
"No problem. Only trying to help make our school a better place." Chris walked out of Mr. McMahon's office, grinning ear to ear. His happiness level swelled as he heard the announcement. "Brock Lesnar, please report to Mr. McMahon's office immediately!!"
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"Next." Stacy said. Alexis Laree, a tenth grade girl, had just done her routine for Stacy, Jackie and Torrie. She was the best they had seen so far.
"Like, only cone girl left." Torrie said.
"Who is it?" Jackie asked.
Stacy picked up the clipboard and read the name. "Gail Kim."
Gail walked into the gym.
"All right. Like, just show us what you can do." Stacy said boredly.
"Okay." Gail said, nodding. She began doing her own routine consisting many complicated gymnastic moves that not even Stacy, Torrie or Jackie could do.
"Wow...umm, like, thank you Gail. The results of the tryouts will be posted at lunch." Stacy said, amazed.
"Okay." Gail smiled and walked out of the gym.
"She was the best of all..." Stacy moaned.
"She is just so much shorter than all of us...that's not good for, like, our image." Torrie sighed.
"Yeah...Still, I vote Gail.." Jackie said reluctantly.
"Me too." Stacy sighed.
"Yeah..." Torrie agreed.
"Look on the bright side. At least she, like, has the best moves I've ever seen." Stacy said with a smile.
"True." Torrie grinned too.
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Christian sat in the detention room, waiting for Mr. McMahon to come in.In the room with him from his grade were Victoria, "Big Show", Albert, Sean, Matt, Shannon and Jazz. Brock wasn't there because Mr. McMahon had already suspended him for vandalizing school property. That made Christian smile.
Mr. McMahon walked in, looking grim. "You better behave yourselves. I am NOT in a good mood." he warned. "Now, Christian, why are you here?"
Christian sighed. "Fighting."
"Paul?"
"Me and Albert beat the stuffing out of Steven Richards." Big Show laughed.
"Yup!!" Albert nodded.
"Sean?"
"I'm here for carving a spider into the desk...but I'm not telling you anything you already didn't know."
"Matt?"
"Cutting class." Matt sighed.
"Shannon?"
"Cutting class with Matt."
"Jazz?"
"I just threatened to kill Stacy Keibler." Jazz rolled her eyes.
"And I'm almost afraid to ask...but Victoria? Why are you here?"
"I bit Trish...with her pretty hair and her pretty eyes..." Victoria twitched.
"All right. You are all dismissed. I hope to see none of you back here tomorrow...except you, Christian. Two weeks." Mr. McMahon reminded Christian.
"Yes sir." Christian mumbled.
The bell rang, signalling the start of classes. All the eleventh graders went to Geography. Even Matt and Shannon.
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE...or do I? I am Vince McMahon in disguise!
"Christian, you look terrible! But don't worry, I've got this petition right here." Chris held up the petition. It already had three signatures. 'Chris Jericho', 'Christian' and 'The Hurricane'. The two of them were walking to school the next morning. Christian grinned. "We're gonna get our payback...hey Chris." Christian said as they approached the school.
"hmm?" Chris didn't look up from the petition.
"What happened to the dance sign?"
Chris looked up and his eyes widened angrily. "Who did that!?" he exlaimed.
"I don't know...I bet it was Brock!" Christian replied accusingly.
"Yeah, I'm almost one hundred percent sure it was...Mr. McMahon's probably gonna ask about it, and when he does...well, we already know who it was." Chris smirked. The two of them walked into the school. They were greeted by Trish.
"Hi Chris, hi Christian...did you two see what happened to the sign!?" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, but don't worry Trish. I'm pretty sure I know who it was." Chris said evilly.
"Who?" Trish's eyes widened.
"Brock!" Christian cut in.
"Yeah." Chris nodded.
"Brock?" Trish blinked. "Why would Brock trash it?"
"Because he hates me and Christian...and he probably hates you too." Chris said bluntly.
"Hmm...yeah, that sounds possible." Trish agreed hesitantly.
The bell rang. All the students scurried to their homerooms.
"Hello, class." Mr. Bischoff said. "Now as you all may know, an act of vandalism occured after school yesterday. Mr. McMahon has informed me that once he finds out who was responsible, that person will be suspended for a week and not allowed to attend the dance."
Chris grinned at Christian. He raised his hand. Before Mr. Bischoff could address him, Matt and Shannon burst into the classroom. "Why are you two late?" Mr. Bischoff asked.
"McMahon tried to accuse us of ruining his sign." Matt shrugged.
"Did you?" Mr. Bischoff asked.
"No." Matt shook his head. "I have better things to do with my time than ruining a stupid school dance sign."
"Yeah. Me too." Shannon nodded.
"All right. Take your seats." The bell rang to begin first period. Mr. Bischoff began the math lesson.
"We're off the hook." Matt whispered to Shannon.
Shannon nodded. "We'll never get caught. I heard Chris and Christian think it was Brock and you know Chris. He can't keep his big mouth shut and he's gonna turn Brock in."
"This is the only time his big mouth will help us." Matt laughed.
Suddenly, Mr. McMahon's voice came over the intercom. "Good morning, students and staff. Now, as you all may know someone has ruined a piece of school property. If you are that person, it would be best to turn yourself in. If I hear it from someone else, you will be in twice as much trouble. Also, there will be cheerleading tryouts in the gym today at recess."
"Cheerleading tryouts..." Gail murmured to Stephanie. "I think I'm going to try out."
"I think you can make it." Stephanie agreed. Gail was a very talented gymnast.
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"Brock is going to be in for it now. I bet Mr. McMahon will kick him off the football team...so I don't need this anymore." Chris put the petition in his desk.
Christian smirked. "I don't know why he thought he could write such insults about you and Trish and get away with it."
The recess bell rang. The students all darted out of the class. Chris and Chrisitan headed to Mr. McMahon's office. Christian, because he had detention and Chris to turn in Brock. "Could I speak to Mr. McMahon?" Chris said to Mr. McMahon's secretary, Sable.
"Sure thing." Sable said. "Mr. McMahon!"
Mr. McMahon came out from the back. "Ah, Christian. Detention room's right down there." Mr. McMahon pointed to a door labelled "Detention".
"Yes sir." Christian said and walked into the detention room.
"And what can I do for you, Chris?"
"Well, sir. I know who defaced the property of our school!"
"And who would that be?"
"Brock Lesnar." Chris said with a grin.
"Okay. Thank you Chris."
"No problem. Only trying to help make our school a better place." Chris walked out of Mr. McMahon's office, grinning ear to ear. His happiness level swelled as he heard the announcement. "Brock Lesnar, please report to Mr. McMahon's office immediately!!"
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"Next." Stacy said. Alexis Laree, a tenth grade girl, had just done her routine for Stacy, Jackie and Torrie. She was the best they had seen so far.
"Like, only cone girl left." Torrie said.
"Who is it?" Jackie asked.
Stacy picked up the clipboard and read the name. "Gail Kim."
Gail walked into the gym.
"All right. Like, just show us what you can do." Stacy said boredly.
"Okay." Gail said, nodding. She began doing her own routine consisting many complicated gymnastic moves that not even Stacy, Torrie or Jackie could do.
"Wow...umm, like, thank you Gail. The results of the tryouts will be posted at lunch." Stacy said, amazed.
"Okay." Gail smiled and walked out of the gym.
"She was the best of all..." Stacy moaned.
"She is just so much shorter than all of us...that's not good for, like, our image." Torrie sighed.
"Yeah...Still, I vote Gail.." Jackie said reluctantly.
"Me too." Stacy sighed.
"Yeah..." Torrie agreed.
"Look on the bright side. At least she, like, has the best moves I've ever seen." Stacy said with a smile.
"True." Torrie grinned too.
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Christian sat in the detention room, waiting for Mr. McMahon to come in.In the room with him from his grade were Victoria, "Big Show", Albert, Sean, Matt, Shannon and Jazz. Brock wasn't there because Mr. McMahon had already suspended him for vandalizing school property. That made Christian smile.
Mr. McMahon walked in, looking grim. "You better behave yourselves. I am NOT in a good mood." he warned. "Now, Christian, why are you here?"
Christian sighed. "Fighting."
"Paul?"
"Me and Albert beat the stuffing out of Steven Richards." Big Show laughed.
"Yup!!" Albert nodded.
"Sean?"
"I'm here for carving a spider into the desk...but I'm not telling you anything you already didn't know."
"Matt?"
"Cutting class." Matt sighed.
"Shannon?"
"Cutting class with Matt."
"Jazz?"
"I just threatened to kill Stacy Keibler." Jazz rolled her eyes.
"And I'm almost afraid to ask...but Victoria? Why are you here?"
"I bit Trish...with her pretty hair and her pretty eyes..." Victoria twitched.
"All right. You are all dismissed. I hope to see none of you back here tomorrow...except you, Christian. Two weeks." Mr. McMahon reminded Christian.
"Yes sir." Christian mumbled.
The bell rang, signalling the start of classes. All the eleventh graders went to Geography. Even Matt and Shannon.