Author's Note: Wow! Thanks for all the reviews guys. I never thought I'd get that many. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I got so many pleas to continue it, I decide to! Now on to the technical stuff. I do not own any of the wreslters mentioned in this story. I don't even own the name of the band, "Broken Rebellion". It's my friend Kylie's design name. Anyways, here we go...
GOOD NEWS...SORT OF
Amy Dumas spun her head, her kohl eyeliner-rimmed hazel eyes watching her mother as she fully entered the garage. Mrs. Dumas was wearing a white t-shirt with paint splattered all over it and a pair of blue jean overalls, paint all over those too. In her right hand was a paint brush, and she had streaks of yellow and red all over her face. Amy's mother was an artist who worked at home and always needed peace and quiet to create her masterpieces. Amy's hand was still on her black microphone, looking at her mother. "Mom! You said you weren't going to be painting today!" The sixteen year-old girl complained. The other members of Broken Rebellion stayed quiet, making sure not to upset Mrs. Dumas.
"I thought I wasn't too, but there was a change of plans. I got an order from Mrs. Smith and she needed it as soon as possible. I'm sorry guys, but I'm going to have to end practice for today. You all can come back tomorrow." Mrs. Dumas apologized before going back into the house. Once the door was closed, every single member of the band groaned.
"Now what?" Jeff Hardy asked, taking off his guitar. Everybody shrugged, out of ideas. It wasn't the first time Mrs. Dumas had ended practice for Broken Rebellion. She did it pretty often, they had a back-up place to practice. But the Hardy house was being occupied by their father's guests that day, so there was nowhere else.
"Our back-up place is being used. I guess we're screwed." Shannon Moore sighed, placing his arm around the shoulders of his girlfriend, Trish Stratus. By now, Trish has a piece of grape bubblegum in her mouth. She chewed on it silently, getting ready to blow her trademark gigantic bubbles. Matt Hardy tucked his drum sticks into the pocket of his pants and stood up. He walked over to the rest of the band, who was standing around Amy's microphone stand.
"Well, we could do something else. We'll continue practice tomorrow, just like Amy's mom said." Matt told them. They all nodded and began to pack up their instruments.
After packing up, the entire group headed out of Amy's garage. Shane rushed to his house and put his guitar away in his room. After the green-haired fifteen year-old came out of his house, which was next door to Amy's, the band began walking down the street. Matt was walking in the front, sort of like the leader of the pack. He had his drum sticks in his back pocket and a black jacket over his purple t-shirt. Amy Dumas walked behind him, Shane Helms by her side. Shannon Moore and Trish Stratus were walking behind Amy and Shane, holding hands. Jeff Hardy was last, trying to hop, skip, run and jump at the same time. Jeff soon became the first in the walking line, for he did a few handsprings and ended up infront of Matt. Matt got his younger brother into a headlock and began to give him a noogie, his rainbow colored hair going all over the place. The rest of the group stopped, watching as the two Hardy brothers played around. Jeff was trying to elbow his way out of Matt's grip, but became unsuccessful as Matt took Jeff down onto the ground. Matt got up himself, placing his foot over Jeff's chest. Amy couldn't help, but laugh at the Hardy brothers. Jeff grabbed Matt's foot, tripping him. Matt fell, his hands breaking his fall. Jeff rose, twisting Matt's ankle. Matt screamed in pain, as Jeff's lips curled up into a sadistic smile. Before the boys could continue their little fight any further, a voice broke them up.
"Hey. Aren't you that band, Broken Rebellion?" The person asked. Jeff let go of Matt's ankle and helped his older brother up. Along with the rest of the band, they turned around to see a man with black hair standing there. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a black leather jacket. The man was older than them, much older. He looked to be in his mid-forties, give or take a few years.
"Yeah. That's us." Shane Helms answered, walking closer to the man. A smile came across his face as he watched the fifteen year-old approach him. The man extended his hand out, waiting for Shane to accept. Shane looked back at the rest of the band, who motioned for him to proceed. Shane Helms did so, shaking the hand of the black haired man.
"My name is Eric Bischoff and I own a club called "Raw". I'm looking for new bands to play at my club. I heard about your band from a couple of regulars from my club. Have you guys ever played at a club before?" Eric asked. Shane Helms shook his head, speaking for the rest of the band. Broken Rebellion had played at several school dances and Trish's cousin's seventeenth birthday party, but that was pretty much it. Bischoff's smile grew wider. "How would you like to audition for a spot at my club? I'll pay you one hundred dollars each to play for one night."
"Hold on. I'll have to discuss it with the rest of the band." Shane answered, turning to face the rest of Broken Rebellion. Trish Stratus had a huge smile on her face, and Shannon Moore was shaking slightly from the excitement. Jeff Hardy jumped up and down, nodding his head to Shane. Matt smirked and Amy nodded. Shane decided to tease his band members for a moment, placing his chin in his hand to act like he was pondering the thought. The other members of Broken Rebellion couldn't take it anymore.
"SAY YES ALREADY!" The other five screamed in unison. Eric Bischoff and Shane Helms laughed. Shane turned back to Eric Bischoff and nodded.
"We'd love to." Shane replied, as Eric Bischoff nodded his head.
"Well, you're going to be up against another band. They're called 'Evolution'. Have you heard of them?" Eric Bischoff questioned. That was when the world just seemed to stop. Of course Broken Rebellion knew who Evolution was. Evolution was their rival band. They were from the other side of town, the rich side. All of the members came from high class families. The members of Evolution were Randy Orton, the bassist, Ric Flair, the drummer, Dave Batista, the guitarist and Hunter Hearst Helmsley, the vocalist. Evolution and Broken Rebellion were always at it, battling for each gig in town. One time, Shannon Moore was attacked by Evolution's bassist and guitarist, Randy Orton and Dave Batista.
Shannon Moore shuddered at the sound of the word 'Evolution'. He still had a scar on the back of his neck from a piece of glass that Dave Batista hurt him with. "Yeah...we...we know who they are." Shannon squeaked out, breaking the silence. Eric nodded.
"Okay then. I'll see you guys Saturday night at six-thirty. Do you know where the club is?"
"Yeah. We know." Matt told him. Eric nodded, said his good-byes and left. As soon as Eric Bischoff left, Shane walked over to his band and looked at all of the faces. Jeff, for once, wasn't happy. Trish's jaw had dropped to the ground, and Shannon looked like a scared puppy. Matt was silent, staring down at the ground and Amy was tapping her foot.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Shane Helms asked.
GOOD NEWS...SORT OF
Amy Dumas spun her head, her kohl eyeliner-rimmed hazel eyes watching her mother as she fully entered the garage. Mrs. Dumas was wearing a white t-shirt with paint splattered all over it and a pair of blue jean overalls, paint all over those too. In her right hand was a paint brush, and she had streaks of yellow and red all over her face. Amy's mother was an artist who worked at home and always needed peace and quiet to create her masterpieces. Amy's hand was still on her black microphone, looking at her mother. "Mom! You said you weren't going to be painting today!" The sixteen year-old girl complained. The other members of Broken Rebellion stayed quiet, making sure not to upset Mrs. Dumas.
"I thought I wasn't too, but there was a change of plans. I got an order from Mrs. Smith and she needed it as soon as possible. I'm sorry guys, but I'm going to have to end practice for today. You all can come back tomorrow." Mrs. Dumas apologized before going back into the house. Once the door was closed, every single member of the band groaned.
"Now what?" Jeff Hardy asked, taking off his guitar. Everybody shrugged, out of ideas. It wasn't the first time Mrs. Dumas had ended practice for Broken Rebellion. She did it pretty often, they had a back-up place to practice. But the Hardy house was being occupied by their father's guests that day, so there was nowhere else.
"Our back-up place is being used. I guess we're screwed." Shannon Moore sighed, placing his arm around the shoulders of his girlfriend, Trish Stratus. By now, Trish has a piece of grape bubblegum in her mouth. She chewed on it silently, getting ready to blow her trademark gigantic bubbles. Matt Hardy tucked his drum sticks into the pocket of his pants and stood up. He walked over to the rest of the band, who was standing around Amy's microphone stand.
"Well, we could do something else. We'll continue practice tomorrow, just like Amy's mom said." Matt told them. They all nodded and began to pack up their instruments.
After packing up, the entire group headed out of Amy's garage. Shane rushed to his house and put his guitar away in his room. After the green-haired fifteen year-old came out of his house, which was next door to Amy's, the band began walking down the street. Matt was walking in the front, sort of like the leader of the pack. He had his drum sticks in his back pocket and a black jacket over his purple t-shirt. Amy Dumas walked behind him, Shane Helms by her side. Shannon Moore and Trish Stratus were walking behind Amy and Shane, holding hands. Jeff Hardy was last, trying to hop, skip, run and jump at the same time. Jeff soon became the first in the walking line, for he did a few handsprings and ended up infront of Matt. Matt got his younger brother into a headlock and began to give him a noogie, his rainbow colored hair going all over the place. The rest of the group stopped, watching as the two Hardy brothers played around. Jeff was trying to elbow his way out of Matt's grip, but became unsuccessful as Matt took Jeff down onto the ground. Matt got up himself, placing his foot over Jeff's chest. Amy couldn't help, but laugh at the Hardy brothers. Jeff grabbed Matt's foot, tripping him. Matt fell, his hands breaking his fall. Jeff rose, twisting Matt's ankle. Matt screamed in pain, as Jeff's lips curled up into a sadistic smile. Before the boys could continue their little fight any further, a voice broke them up.
"Hey. Aren't you that band, Broken Rebellion?" The person asked. Jeff let go of Matt's ankle and helped his older brother up. Along with the rest of the band, they turned around to see a man with black hair standing there. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a black leather jacket. The man was older than them, much older. He looked to be in his mid-forties, give or take a few years.
"Yeah. That's us." Shane Helms answered, walking closer to the man. A smile came across his face as he watched the fifteen year-old approach him. The man extended his hand out, waiting for Shane to accept. Shane looked back at the rest of the band, who motioned for him to proceed. Shane Helms did so, shaking the hand of the black haired man.
"My name is Eric Bischoff and I own a club called "Raw". I'm looking for new bands to play at my club. I heard about your band from a couple of regulars from my club. Have you guys ever played at a club before?" Eric asked. Shane Helms shook his head, speaking for the rest of the band. Broken Rebellion had played at several school dances and Trish's cousin's seventeenth birthday party, but that was pretty much it. Bischoff's smile grew wider. "How would you like to audition for a spot at my club? I'll pay you one hundred dollars each to play for one night."
"Hold on. I'll have to discuss it with the rest of the band." Shane answered, turning to face the rest of Broken Rebellion. Trish Stratus had a huge smile on her face, and Shannon Moore was shaking slightly from the excitement. Jeff Hardy jumped up and down, nodding his head to Shane. Matt smirked and Amy nodded. Shane decided to tease his band members for a moment, placing his chin in his hand to act like he was pondering the thought. The other members of Broken Rebellion couldn't take it anymore.
"SAY YES ALREADY!" The other five screamed in unison. Eric Bischoff and Shane Helms laughed. Shane turned back to Eric Bischoff and nodded.
"We'd love to." Shane replied, as Eric Bischoff nodded his head.
"Well, you're going to be up against another band. They're called 'Evolution'. Have you heard of them?" Eric Bischoff questioned. That was when the world just seemed to stop. Of course Broken Rebellion knew who Evolution was. Evolution was their rival band. They were from the other side of town, the rich side. All of the members came from high class families. The members of Evolution were Randy Orton, the bassist, Ric Flair, the drummer, Dave Batista, the guitarist and Hunter Hearst Helmsley, the vocalist. Evolution and Broken Rebellion were always at it, battling for each gig in town. One time, Shannon Moore was attacked by Evolution's bassist and guitarist, Randy Orton and Dave Batista.
Shannon Moore shuddered at the sound of the word 'Evolution'. He still had a scar on the back of his neck from a piece of glass that Dave Batista hurt him with. "Yeah...we...we know who they are." Shannon squeaked out, breaking the silence. Eric nodded.
"Okay then. I'll see you guys Saturday night at six-thirty. Do you know where the club is?"
"Yeah. We know." Matt told him. Eric nodded, said his good-byes and left. As soon as Eric Bischoff left, Shane walked over to his band and looked at all of the faces. Jeff, for once, wasn't happy. Trish's jaw had dropped to the ground, and Shannon looked like a scared puppy. Matt was silent, staring down at the ground and Amy was tapping her foot.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Shane Helms asked.