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A/N: OK, back to update some more today, I had to finish my Algebra homework, so now I can update a few more chapters. Last chapter was short because of that reason. All right, here we go again.
XA/N: Vince was the first to step out of the limo and you could hear the roar from the crowd in the building from the parking lot. Everyone was going crazy about him. He hadn't been on RAW for a while, and when he was, you knew that something exciting was going to happen.
After Vince stepped out, JB and Shawn stepped out, and you could imagine the looks on the faces of everyone in the crowd. "What the - Why would JB and Shawn be in the same limo as Vince McMahon? That wasn't the end of it, though. Lizzie and Jericho piled out next, Steph and Kurt behind them, Jeff and Akila next. Kazza and Edge were after them, and Rockie came out with the Rock. There was a definite buzz in the crowd about why these 12 people were here.
They slowly made their way to the arena, with Vince in the lead. All of the crew members backstage had a look of puzzlement written on their faces, much like everyone else. The group made their way to the gorilla position, and then followed Vince out to his music. The crowd was again going wild from anticipation and excitement.
Vince strutted down to the ring and entered, once again, followed by everyone in the group. He walked across the ring, while the others taunted, to get a microphone.
"Now," Vince started, "You all see before you a new era about to begin in the WWE. These twelve people have been appointed to do a job that their predecessor could not do. These twelve people are your new General Managers of RAW!!" The crowd was a little stunned at that point, but quickly recovered to cheer and yell.
"Give them your applause, because they are going to earn your respect, as well, I can sense it. I will now return to the back and let these young people take over their positions right now." Vince said, then handed the mic to Kazza. He exited the ring, and walked back up the ramp. Kazza began to speak.
"What's up Denver?!?!" She screamed into the mic, (they're in Denver, Colorado) the crowd gave her a huge pop, and she smirked.
"Well, I think that my fellow GMs will agree with me when I make this new match. This person has had it coming to them for a long time now. I'd like to call that person to the ring now. His name is...SPIKE DUDLEY!!" she yelled. The other GMs looked at Kazza with a little bit of surprise, but waited for Spike to come anyways. But Spike's music wasn't what blared over the sound system.
Holla if ya hear me.....
To be continued........
**
Over the course of the next two months, Chris and Shawn spent a lot of time working out in the gym, and just generally hanging out like most guys do. They watched RAW from a distance away where it was being broadcast. They played poker while watching RAW because both men weren't crazy about Eric Bischoff. Liz and Rebecca would play with them while Cori entertained Cameron. Not much was going on in their peaceful lives.
"You know, Chris." Shawn said one night, while they were sitting outside. They were as drunk as I don't know what, but still talking outside anyways.
"What do I know?" Chris asked, his words kind of slurring together.
"No, it's not about what you know, I was starting a new topic...I think." Shawn said, getting lost on his train of thought and finding what he was going to say again.
"Oh, well, what do you want?" Chris asked before taking another swig of his beer.
"I was thinking that maybe we should return soon. After all, we never know what Hunter could be planning." Shawn said. Chris sobered up a little bit to reply to that sentence.
"That thought crossed my mind, too, but I wanted to wait for you to give the word. After all, you're the older one here." He said, smiling. "Respect your elders remember?"
Shawn punched him.
"Yeah, sure, you jackass." He retorted.
"We were on the letter 'J'?"
"We are now."
"Ok," Chris said, then thought for a minute. "Shut up you kangaroo wannabe."
"Loser."
"Damn, you always get the easy letters," Chris mumbled. "Um, you maggot."
Shawn sighed. "I hate the letter 'N' though. Um...Nincompoop?"
Chris smiled. "Overly grown old man."
"Very funny. Umm, piss poor performer." Shawn yelled. Chris threw his can down.
"You always get the triple word bonus ones!!" He yelled. He picked his can up and hurled it at Shawn head. Bulls eye. Shawn sprung up, and they had a good-old fashioned wrestling match in the backyard of Shawn's huge house. When they began wrestling, it began to rain. It began to pour down rain, creating a muddy environment to fight in.
Rebecca and Cori watched from the window. Liz had had to go back to work, so she couldn't visit Chris as often as she wanted to. Both women smiled at the sight of the two men fighting in the rain for no apparent reason and not because one has stolen the other's money. They were fighting because they could. Rebecca flipped on the porch light so they could see.
Shawn's shirt was white at one time, but it was the color of mud now. Chris' t-shirt was the same way. You almost couldn't tell them apart because they were covered in mud. Both men continued to fight, and were having a hell of a time. "You're a quick, quacking, quitter!" Chris yelled, resuming their previous game.
"Really? Run this sentence up your red -"
"You son of a -"
"That's it, think about it, you stupid thesaurus!" Shawn yelled. Chris burst out laughing.
"A thesaurus? That's all you've got?"
"For, now, yes, because it's wet and cold, so lets call it a night, eh?"
"You making fun of me, Texan?"
"Sure am." Shawn said. They both picked up their beer cans and put the chairs back on the patio.
"Alright, let's finish this tomorrow." Chris said, and they prepard to walk in the house, when Rebecca stopped them.
"You will not track all that mud through this house, leave those clothes where they are and I'll get you two a towel. Chris and Shawn shrugged. You just couldn't win sometimes.
A/N: OK, back to update some more today, I had to finish my Algebra homework, so now I can update a few more chapters. Last chapter was short because of that reason. All right, here we go again.
XA/N: Vince was the first to step out of the limo and you could hear the roar from the crowd in the building from the parking lot. Everyone was going crazy about him. He hadn't been on RAW for a while, and when he was, you knew that something exciting was going to happen.
After Vince stepped out, JB and Shawn stepped out, and you could imagine the looks on the faces of everyone in the crowd. "What the - Why would JB and Shawn be in the same limo as Vince McMahon? That wasn't the end of it, though. Lizzie and Jericho piled out next, Steph and Kurt behind them, Jeff and Akila next. Kazza and Edge were after them, and Rockie came out with the Rock. There was a definite buzz in the crowd about why these 12 people were here.
They slowly made their way to the arena, with Vince in the lead. All of the crew members backstage had a look of puzzlement written on their faces, much like everyone else. The group made their way to the gorilla position, and then followed Vince out to his music. The crowd was again going wild from anticipation and excitement.
Vince strutted down to the ring and entered, once again, followed by everyone in the group. He walked across the ring, while the others taunted, to get a microphone.
"Now," Vince started, "You all see before you a new era about to begin in the WWE. These twelve people have been appointed to do a job that their predecessor could not do. These twelve people are your new General Managers of RAW!!" The crowd was a little stunned at that point, but quickly recovered to cheer and yell.
"Give them your applause, because they are going to earn your respect, as well, I can sense it. I will now return to the back and let these young people take over their positions right now." Vince said, then handed the mic to Kazza. He exited the ring, and walked back up the ramp. Kazza began to speak.
"What's up Denver?!?!" She screamed into the mic, (they're in Denver, Colorado) the crowd gave her a huge pop, and she smirked.
"Well, I think that my fellow GMs will agree with me when I make this new match. This person has had it coming to them for a long time now. I'd like to call that person to the ring now. His name is...SPIKE DUDLEY!!" she yelled. The other GMs looked at Kazza with a little bit of surprise, but waited for Spike to come anyways. But Spike's music wasn't what blared over the sound system.
Holla if ya hear me.....
To be continued........
**
Over the course of the next two months, Chris and Shawn spent a lot of time working out in the gym, and just generally hanging out like most guys do. They watched RAW from a distance away where it was being broadcast. They played poker while watching RAW because both men weren't crazy about Eric Bischoff. Liz and Rebecca would play with them while Cori entertained Cameron. Not much was going on in their peaceful lives.
"You know, Chris." Shawn said one night, while they were sitting outside. They were as drunk as I don't know what, but still talking outside anyways.
"What do I know?" Chris asked, his words kind of slurring together.
"No, it's not about what you know, I was starting a new topic...I think." Shawn said, getting lost on his train of thought and finding what he was going to say again.
"Oh, well, what do you want?" Chris asked before taking another swig of his beer.
"I was thinking that maybe we should return soon. After all, we never know what Hunter could be planning." Shawn said. Chris sobered up a little bit to reply to that sentence.
"That thought crossed my mind, too, but I wanted to wait for you to give the word. After all, you're the older one here." He said, smiling. "Respect your elders remember?"
Shawn punched him.
"Yeah, sure, you jackass." He retorted.
"We were on the letter 'J'?"
"We are now."
"Ok," Chris said, then thought for a minute. "Shut up you kangaroo wannabe."
"Loser."
"Damn, you always get the easy letters," Chris mumbled. "Um, you maggot."
Shawn sighed. "I hate the letter 'N' though. Um...Nincompoop?"
Chris smiled. "Overly grown old man."
"Very funny. Umm, piss poor performer." Shawn yelled. Chris threw his can down.
"You always get the triple word bonus ones!!" He yelled. He picked his can up and hurled it at Shawn head. Bulls eye. Shawn sprung up, and they had a good-old fashioned wrestling match in the backyard of Shawn's huge house. When they began wrestling, it began to rain. It began to pour down rain, creating a muddy environment to fight in.
Rebecca and Cori watched from the window. Liz had had to go back to work, so she couldn't visit Chris as often as she wanted to. Both women smiled at the sight of the two men fighting in the rain for no apparent reason and not because one has stolen the other's money. They were fighting because they could. Rebecca flipped on the porch light so they could see.
Shawn's shirt was white at one time, but it was the color of mud now. Chris' t-shirt was the same way. You almost couldn't tell them apart because they were covered in mud. Both men continued to fight, and were having a hell of a time. "You're a quick, quacking, quitter!" Chris yelled, resuming their previous game.
"Really? Run this sentence up your red -"
"You son of a -"
"That's it, think about it, you stupid thesaurus!" Shawn yelled. Chris burst out laughing.
"A thesaurus? That's all you've got?"
"For, now, yes, because it's wet and cold, so lets call it a night, eh?"
"You making fun of me, Texan?"
"Sure am." Shawn said. They both picked up their beer cans and put the chairs back on the patio.
"Alright, let's finish this tomorrow." Chris said, and they prepard to walk in the house, when Rebecca stopped them.
"You will not track all that mud through this house, leave those clothes where they are and I'll get you two a towel. Chris and Shawn shrugged. You just couldn't win sometimes.