Woohoo! I'm about to start actually getting into the story now! Thanks to kora, someone else dealing with ECW nostalgia, and also Dana. I know what you mean, I got the inspiration for this when I was playing my old Anarchy Rulz video game, and don't worry, your boy's going to make an appearance soon! Okay, so I'm going to be insanely busy this weekend when I go home from college, so the 4th chapter may not be up until Monday. I hope this will tide you over until then. Oh, and I decided to actually take current wrestling conditions into consideration, including who's been released, the roster split, etc., with the critical exception that SCSA is not back and Bischoff is the only GM. However, since that had no effect on the first two chapters, no damage done that I didn't tell you before, right? Okay...Onward!
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Lita looked around the large lockerroom she and her compatriots had snagged backstage. She was rather proud of the progress they'd made in just a few weeks. Spike was standing in one corner with Bubba Ray and D-von, just listening in on their conversation, obviously happy to be once again on an equal level with his brothers instead of the weak link in the family chain. Lance Storm was repeating his famous Impact Players line, "That's from Calgary, Alberta, Canada," for a bemused-looking Stevie Richards, whom she'd just recently rescued from his psychotic owner Victoria. She'd been able to make him realize that getting knocked around by a hellcat woman was NOT the way to gain respect backstage.
"Rescues," Lita thought. It was a rather appropriate term. This group was almost like a pack of greyhounds that had been abandoned when their racing days were over. But she had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't through running with the big dogs yet. She just stood their with a proud smile, watching her guys finally hold their heads up high, finally act like real wrestlers. The atmosphere in the room was charging her, this newfound energy from her old ECW friends. "New ECW friends," she corrected herself. They had decided to simply call their little stable "ECW", not only out of respect to their old company, but also because the fans still seemed to like chanting it, so why not? She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Tommy.
His eyes were all business. "We ready to go?" She nodded and smiled at him, but he still seemed tense. "Relax," Lita laid a hand on his shoulder. "Deep breaths, Dreamer. This is gonna be fine. But you're right, the show starts in about 5 minutes, we need to get going." Lita yelled to get the attention of the rest of the lockerroom.
"HEY! All right boys, it's time to make our move. Just remember before we go out there, show no fear, and show no mercy. THAT's ECW." She looked around the room into every pair of eyes. "Ready?" Everyone nodded, though some a little bit more slowly than others. She smiled a little, and nodded back. "All right, let's roll."
The group of seven wrestlers made their way out the door and down the hall and a near-sprint, garnering quite a bit of surprise from some of the other wrestlers backstage who were a little stunned at seeing such a seemingly unrelated group all together. Ignoring the stares and questions, ECW rushed out through the curtains, down the ramp, and into the ring. At just that moment, RAW's theme music hit, and when the pyrotechnics went off, the lights came up to show the ring crowded with all of them, and every single man fully armed with typical ECW fare...A table set up by the Dudleyz with Bubba and D-von on either side and Spike perched with a smirk and arms crossed on top of it...Stevie Richards sitting backwards on a chair...Lance Storm with a baseball hat in one hand that he repeatedly tapped into the other...And Tommy leaning on his signature singapore cane.
Even more portentous...Lita held a microphone in her hand.
"Eric Bischoff, if you want to have a show tonight, you'd better get out here NOW!" She crossed her arms and leaned on the rope smugly.
Evolution's music hit, and Lita leaned back and rolled her eyes. Triple H strode out self-importantly, Ric Flair and Randy Orton flanking him. He flipped his hair back behind his shoulders, and spoke into the microphone which seemed to be glued to his right hand.
"Now, I'm glad you're having this precious little reunion out here, or whatever you want to call it..."
Lita'd had enough. "Hunter, we're all sick of your freakin' 20-minute spiels. Maybe this show would be a lot better if there was less of you talking and more actual WRESTLING."
Apparently the fans agreed, for the roar that came from the stands at that moment threatened to bring the building down on all of them. Lita waited for them to finish before continuing.
"Now, if you want to get this show started, and want to actually wrestle and try to prove something of yourself, then get down here and show me something."
Evolution looked to their leader, who nodded, and the three began to walk down to the ring.
"Today, please!" Lita screamed into the microphone. Orton, Flair, and Helmsley just ignored and took their sweet time circling the ring, before all trying to rush in at once. Flair was met with a simultaneous chair shot to the face and a baseball bat taking his legs out from underneath him, thanks to Stevie and Lance. Orton went for an RKO on Spike but it turned out badly for him when the two bigger Dudleyz caught him mid-air and turned it into a 3D through the table. Tommy pulled Triple H's jacket up halfway over his head, pinning his arms, and simply beat him senseless with a singapore cane. As the bodies were being thrown out of the ring, Lita faced backstage and yelled into the mic, "Is that all you've got Bischoff? It's going to take a lot more than that to get rid of us. We are E-C-F*CKIN'-w!" The fans quickly took up the ECW chant, and the six men behind Lita stood there soaking up the glory they'd thought was long gone.
Finally, the music cued up, "I'm baaack...and better than ever..." Bischoff walked slowly out to the top of the ramp and stood there, obviously just a little apprehensive and with no desire to come any closer. Lita smirked a little at his fear, and continued on with a falsely courteous tone.
"Why Eric, how nice of you for joining us. I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to really talk since I came back from my injury, but I'm glad to see you here now. Unfortunately, we don't have any time for catching up or small talk, because I believe you want to have a show tonight, and I know that we have certain issues we'd like to lay on the table, so let's get down to business."
Eric shrugged and make a sweeping "whatever-you-say" gesture.
"Good, that's what I thought," Lita grinned at him. "We, hereby to be known as ECW, want the respect that we've earned and deserved. Better matches, more frequent matches, and, for the Lord's sake, bring back the Hardcore Title!" The fans exploded, and Lita had to again wait before continuing. "For starters, I think it's fair that I ask for a shot at the women's title. I know the women's division means nothing to you but T&A anyway, so why should you care? Also, how about giving my guys the Dudley Boyz here a shot at the tag team titles. Furthermore, put Spike in some real matches, for crying out loud, no more of this 2-on-1 crap, and throw him a shot at the Cruiserweight Title, too." Bischoff opened his mouth to protest, but Lita interrupted him. "I know we have no Cruiserweight Title on Raw, Eric, I'm quite aware, thank you, so how about you freakin' create one? You're the General Manager, you like throwing your weight around, it shouldn't be a problem for you. And furthermore, Lance and Stevie here have been working hard here a long time with no reward for it. So how about giving them a shot at the Intercontinental Title, or bring back the European Title or Hardcore Title or something? And most importantly..." Her eyes narrowed, and her tone became very serious. "How about having your little boy Triple H defend his World Heavyweight Title in a real match, on an even playing field, against a worthy competitor? How about against someone who just kicked his ass, just a few minutes ago? How about against the Innovator of Violence, Tommy Dreamer!"
The screams came from the audience again, but Triple H grabbed Bischoff's microphone before the GM had a chance to answer. "No way! Not a chance! You talk about an even playing field...the 6 of you just took on the 3 of us! That's not fair! No!..."
Lita raised her eyebrows. "Sweetheart, you've gotten this mixed up somehow. We're ECW. We don't have to fight fair."
Triple H tried to protest again, but Bischoff snatched the mic back. "Fine, whatever you want, just please, get out of my ring?"
Lita smiled, "You've got a deal, Eric." With a jerk of her head, she led the rest of ECW out of the ring. The Raw GM and Evolution stepped to the side out of their way as they walked up the ramp, though both groups kept a wary eye on each other.
As they walked down the halls backstage back to their lockerroom, Stevie threw an arm around Lita's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "I can't believe that actually worked."
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So, things are starting to shape up a little bit, huh? I promised there would be more plot involved. I can't wait to get started on Chapter 4. I wish I could write it all at once, but I figured it would be easier for people to read it in short installments than to take 2 hours (or whatever) out of their day and read the entire thing at once. Plus, I like getting a chance to respond to y'all's feedback. So...send me some feedback to respond to! Love ya', and take it easy; I hope you're having as much fun with this as I am.
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Lita looked around the large lockerroom she and her compatriots had snagged backstage. She was rather proud of the progress they'd made in just a few weeks. Spike was standing in one corner with Bubba Ray and D-von, just listening in on their conversation, obviously happy to be once again on an equal level with his brothers instead of the weak link in the family chain. Lance Storm was repeating his famous Impact Players line, "That's from Calgary, Alberta, Canada," for a bemused-looking Stevie Richards, whom she'd just recently rescued from his psychotic owner Victoria. She'd been able to make him realize that getting knocked around by a hellcat woman was NOT the way to gain respect backstage.
"Rescues," Lita thought. It was a rather appropriate term. This group was almost like a pack of greyhounds that had been abandoned when their racing days were over. But she had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't through running with the big dogs yet. She just stood their with a proud smile, watching her guys finally hold their heads up high, finally act like real wrestlers. The atmosphere in the room was charging her, this newfound energy from her old ECW friends. "New ECW friends," she corrected herself. They had decided to simply call their little stable "ECW", not only out of respect to their old company, but also because the fans still seemed to like chanting it, so why not? She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Tommy.
His eyes were all business. "We ready to go?" She nodded and smiled at him, but he still seemed tense. "Relax," Lita laid a hand on his shoulder. "Deep breaths, Dreamer. This is gonna be fine. But you're right, the show starts in about 5 minutes, we need to get going." Lita yelled to get the attention of the rest of the lockerroom.
"HEY! All right boys, it's time to make our move. Just remember before we go out there, show no fear, and show no mercy. THAT's ECW." She looked around the room into every pair of eyes. "Ready?" Everyone nodded, though some a little bit more slowly than others. She smiled a little, and nodded back. "All right, let's roll."
The group of seven wrestlers made their way out the door and down the hall and a near-sprint, garnering quite a bit of surprise from some of the other wrestlers backstage who were a little stunned at seeing such a seemingly unrelated group all together. Ignoring the stares and questions, ECW rushed out through the curtains, down the ramp, and into the ring. At just that moment, RAW's theme music hit, and when the pyrotechnics went off, the lights came up to show the ring crowded with all of them, and every single man fully armed with typical ECW fare...A table set up by the Dudleyz with Bubba and D-von on either side and Spike perched with a smirk and arms crossed on top of it...Stevie Richards sitting backwards on a chair...Lance Storm with a baseball hat in one hand that he repeatedly tapped into the other...And Tommy leaning on his signature singapore cane.
Even more portentous...Lita held a microphone in her hand.
"Eric Bischoff, if you want to have a show tonight, you'd better get out here NOW!" She crossed her arms and leaned on the rope smugly.
Evolution's music hit, and Lita leaned back and rolled her eyes. Triple H strode out self-importantly, Ric Flair and Randy Orton flanking him. He flipped his hair back behind his shoulders, and spoke into the microphone which seemed to be glued to his right hand.
"Now, I'm glad you're having this precious little reunion out here, or whatever you want to call it..."
Lita'd had enough. "Hunter, we're all sick of your freakin' 20-minute spiels. Maybe this show would be a lot better if there was less of you talking and more actual WRESTLING."
Apparently the fans agreed, for the roar that came from the stands at that moment threatened to bring the building down on all of them. Lita waited for them to finish before continuing.
"Now, if you want to get this show started, and want to actually wrestle and try to prove something of yourself, then get down here and show me something."
Evolution looked to their leader, who nodded, and the three began to walk down to the ring.
"Today, please!" Lita screamed into the microphone. Orton, Flair, and Helmsley just ignored and took their sweet time circling the ring, before all trying to rush in at once. Flair was met with a simultaneous chair shot to the face and a baseball bat taking his legs out from underneath him, thanks to Stevie and Lance. Orton went for an RKO on Spike but it turned out badly for him when the two bigger Dudleyz caught him mid-air and turned it into a 3D through the table. Tommy pulled Triple H's jacket up halfway over his head, pinning his arms, and simply beat him senseless with a singapore cane. As the bodies were being thrown out of the ring, Lita faced backstage and yelled into the mic, "Is that all you've got Bischoff? It's going to take a lot more than that to get rid of us. We are E-C-F*CKIN'-w!" The fans quickly took up the ECW chant, and the six men behind Lita stood there soaking up the glory they'd thought was long gone.
Finally, the music cued up, "I'm baaack...and better than ever..." Bischoff walked slowly out to the top of the ramp and stood there, obviously just a little apprehensive and with no desire to come any closer. Lita smirked a little at his fear, and continued on with a falsely courteous tone.
"Why Eric, how nice of you for joining us. I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to really talk since I came back from my injury, but I'm glad to see you here now. Unfortunately, we don't have any time for catching up or small talk, because I believe you want to have a show tonight, and I know that we have certain issues we'd like to lay on the table, so let's get down to business."
Eric shrugged and make a sweeping "whatever-you-say" gesture.
"Good, that's what I thought," Lita grinned at him. "We, hereby to be known as ECW, want the respect that we've earned and deserved. Better matches, more frequent matches, and, for the Lord's sake, bring back the Hardcore Title!" The fans exploded, and Lita had to again wait before continuing. "For starters, I think it's fair that I ask for a shot at the women's title. I know the women's division means nothing to you but T&A anyway, so why should you care? Also, how about giving my guys the Dudley Boyz here a shot at the tag team titles. Furthermore, put Spike in some real matches, for crying out loud, no more of this 2-on-1 crap, and throw him a shot at the Cruiserweight Title, too." Bischoff opened his mouth to protest, but Lita interrupted him. "I know we have no Cruiserweight Title on Raw, Eric, I'm quite aware, thank you, so how about you freakin' create one? You're the General Manager, you like throwing your weight around, it shouldn't be a problem for you. And furthermore, Lance and Stevie here have been working hard here a long time with no reward for it. So how about giving them a shot at the Intercontinental Title, or bring back the European Title or Hardcore Title or something? And most importantly..." Her eyes narrowed, and her tone became very serious. "How about having your little boy Triple H defend his World Heavyweight Title in a real match, on an even playing field, against a worthy competitor? How about against someone who just kicked his ass, just a few minutes ago? How about against the Innovator of Violence, Tommy Dreamer!"
The screams came from the audience again, but Triple H grabbed Bischoff's microphone before the GM had a chance to answer. "No way! Not a chance! You talk about an even playing field...the 6 of you just took on the 3 of us! That's not fair! No!..."
Lita raised her eyebrows. "Sweetheart, you've gotten this mixed up somehow. We're ECW. We don't have to fight fair."
Triple H tried to protest again, but Bischoff snatched the mic back. "Fine, whatever you want, just please, get out of my ring?"
Lita smiled, "You've got a deal, Eric." With a jerk of her head, she led the rest of ECW out of the ring. The Raw GM and Evolution stepped to the side out of their way as they walked up the ramp, though both groups kept a wary eye on each other.
As they walked down the halls backstage back to their lockerroom, Stevie threw an arm around Lita's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "I can't believe that actually worked."
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So, things are starting to shape up a little bit, huh? I promised there would be more plot involved. I can't wait to get started on Chapter 4. I wish I could write it all at once, but I figured it would be easier for people to read it in short installments than to take 2 hours (or whatever) out of their day and read the entire thing at once. Plus, I like getting a chance to respond to y'all's feedback. So...send me some feedback to respond to! Love ya', and take it easy; I hope you're having as much fun with this as I am.