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...
To Melissa Ryan, yes I did watch Freaky Friday. In fact, I have the DVD!
AN ENCOUNTER WITH EVOLUTION
The entire group shrugged, completely silent. Shannon had his arm around Trish, pulling her closer to him. Jeff stood there, for once not smiling like an idiot. Matt was mute, running his hands through his long dark brown hair. Amy walked over to Shane Helms, leaning her arm on his shoulder. He looked at his neighbor, a bemused look on his face. Amy shrugged her shoulders, her red hair spilling past them as she did so. Trish leaned her head on Shannon's shoulder, pouting. Everybody was overwhelmed, but in a way, used to it. Broken Rebellion was always up against Evolution, just not in a large opportunity like this. Well, the band wasn't able to think about it much longer.
"Awww! Look at the pack of losers!" A too-familiar voice spoke. At that moment, the entire world froze. The voice belonged to Evolution's lead singer, Hunter Hearst Helmsley. Broken Rebellion knew the voices of the members of Evolution all too well. The two bands went to seperate schools, but Evolution was always hanging around in their part of town, causing trouble as often as they could without getting caught by the cops.
"Hey Shanny! How's it going, fruit ass?" Another cocky voice asked. That cocky voice belonged to Randy Orton, Evolution's bass player. After that comment, snickers from the rest of Evolution, and two females followed. Shannon Moore could feel his cheeks turn bright red, but his eyes stricken with fear as Trish Stratus held on to her boyfriend. Shannon Moore's mind began to race as he remembered that Summer night too well.
//Flashback\\
It was nine o'clock on a night in August as Shannon Moore stepped out on to the streets, leaving the front yard of his girlfriend Trish Stratus' house. Fourteen year-old Moore wore a light blue hooded sweatshirt with the words 'Oh Crap, You Were Trying To Cheer Me Up?!' on the front and a pair of dark blue baggy jeans. He stuck his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, walking along. The only light source were the street lamps as Shannon minded his own business. Suddenly, a car's engine was heard and the sounds of Rob Zombie's "Never Gonna Stop" were blasting out from the open windows. The sounds are way too familiar. Shannon spun his head around to see a cherry red corvette slowly following the blonde. Shannon gulped in fear, for he knew that the car belonged to Dave Batista.
In the car, a drunken Dave Batista and Randy Orton were following the frightened Moore like a cat would stalk a mouse. Shannon turned his head again, in hopes that the two members of Evolution didn't see him. It was no use. Randy Orton and Dave Batista had their sights set on the young teenager. Shannon quickened his pace, trying to get as far away as possible. Dave Batista pressed his foot onto the gas pedal, as the car began to chase Shannon. Shannon made a break for it, running as fast as he could. The car stopped and out ran Dave and Randy. The two chased Moore down the street, backing him into a dead end. In the hands of Randy Orton was an empty glass beer bottle. The brown bottle glinted in the moonlight as Shannon became frozen in fear.
"Hey Loser, how'd you like to die tonight?" An intoxicated Dave Batista asked. Shannon shook his head, unable to spit anything out. Randy Orton stepped towards the bass player, throwing a clumsy, but still effective right hook. Shannon stumbled back, going to fight back, but he was knocked down by a huge smack by Batista.
"GET HIM!" Randy Orton shouted, jumping onto the helpless Shannon. Shannon was small for his age, obviously unable to measure the height and weight of the two members of Evolution. Randy Orton pinned Shannon Moore down to the ground, as Dave Batista stomped on him and ordered for Randy to get him up. Randy stood Shannon up, still griping tightly on his shoulders. Shannon wriggled around, attempting to escape. He elbowed the brown-haired Orton in the ribs, causing him to lose his tight grip. Orton held his ribs as Shannon sprinted off, trying to escape. It wasn't any use. Before Shannon could get far, Dave Batista grabbed him by the hood of his light blue sweatshirt and held him up in the air. Randy Orton picked up his beer bottle and smashed it against a lamp post, causing it to break in half. The bass player of Evolution held the broken bottle up.
"Shanny, you're CUT!" He threatened, a drunken smile on his face. Shannon kicked, causing Randy Orton to grab his legs and hold them together. Shannon stopped kicking, for he took off his sweatshirt. Randy Orton wasn't ready for Shannon's weight, which caused him to drop Moore. Dave Batista threw his sweatshirt on to the ground and chased after Moore, who was running for his life. Batista finally caught up with the little one, dragging him over to the dead end and slugging him with clubs to the back of the head. Finally, while Shannon was pinned down to the ground, face first, Randy Orton rubbed his face into the concrete. Shannon tried kicking and screaming for help, but it was useless. Nobody was around to hear his pleas for a savior.
Shannon Moore had his face planted into the ground as he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck. The beer bottle was being used to cut his neck.
//End Flashback\\
Shannon placed his hand on the back of his neck, as the rest of Broken Rebellion turned around to see Evolution with two girls watching them. All of them had sadistic smiles on their faces. One of the girls was a tall, long-legged blonde and she was hanging on to the right arm of Randy Orton. The blonde wore a black leather mini-skirt and a white tube top. The other girl was hanging on to the arm of Hunter Hearst Helmsley, a brunette with curly hair. She had a large set of breasts for a teenager, and was wearing a light blue top with a pair of black pants.
"Well...you guys should just give up now. We're going to win the gig for 'Raw'. WHOOO!" The rival band's drummer exclaimed. Jeff Hardy rolled his green eyes, stepping up to come face to face with the eighteen year-old, Ric Flair.
"Please. You guys are nothing, but talentless jerks who get your parents to pay people for your gigs." Jeff told him. Ric Flair's eyes went wide, as if it wasn't true. It was, but Evolution would never admit to it.
"Shut the fuck up, Hardy. Broken Rebellion sucks." Hunter spoke up.
"Oh, give me a break! At least Trish and I can sing!" Amy Dumas practically shouted, defending her band. Hunter cocked an eyebrow and replied,
"You call that singing? I thought that was a cow mooing!" That was when everybody from Evolution and their groupies burst out into laughter. Amy scowled, her eyes narrowing at the people who laughed at her.
"Fuck you, Hunter! Everybody knows that we've got more talent than you in our pinky fingers." Shane Helms said, causing everything to go silent. Hunter glared at Helms, stepping up to him.
"Well, if it isn't little Shane Helms. You've got one part in your whole band, Shane. All you do is play that stupid solo in 'Take Me Away'. Shane, you're nothing." The singer of Evolution snapped back.
"You're right, Hunter! That solo is stupid. And Evolution will win the gig. Especially with my singing skills." The brunette, Hunter's girlfriend chimed in. Hunter placed his arm around the shoulders of the brunette.
"That's right Steph. Oh yeah, this is our new vocalist...my girlfriend, Stephanie McMahon." Stephanie smiled, as if she was on a pedestal.
"McMahon? As in McMahon Night Clubs Inc.?" Trish Stratus asked, raising her eyebrows. Stephanie nodded. Broken Rebellion knew what that meant. That meant that Stephanie's father, Vince McMahon had control of the club 'Raw'. That meant that...Evolution was going to get the gig.
"Oh, well then you're going to get the gig! Your dad owns the damn thing." Matt Hardy groaned, running his hands through his hair.
"We don't need her dad, we've got the skills." Randy Orton spoke up.
"Riiight!" Shannon Moore said, not really using his mind. He finally realized what he said and his eyes went wide. Batista growled at him.
"Do you want to get cut again, Moore?" He threatened.
"Randy, why are these girls so ugly?" The girlfriend of Randy Orton asked, out of the blue.
"I don't know, Stacy. I think it's because they're not as sexy as you." He replied, kissing her neck.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Amy screamed, ready to hit Stacy Keibler, but the guys of Broken Rebellion held her and Trish back, who was ready to strike herself. Evolution grinned and laughed, having nothing else to do, but walk off. Before they did so, Hunter Hearst Helmsley called out,
"SEE YOU SATURDAY!"
To Melissa Ryan, yes I did watch Freaky Friday. In fact, I have the DVD!
AN ENCOUNTER WITH EVOLUTION
The entire group shrugged, completely silent. Shannon had his arm around Trish, pulling her closer to him. Jeff stood there, for once not smiling like an idiot. Matt was mute, running his hands through his long dark brown hair. Amy walked over to Shane Helms, leaning her arm on his shoulder. He looked at his neighbor, a bemused look on his face. Amy shrugged her shoulders, her red hair spilling past them as she did so. Trish leaned her head on Shannon's shoulder, pouting. Everybody was overwhelmed, but in a way, used to it. Broken Rebellion was always up against Evolution, just not in a large opportunity like this. Well, the band wasn't able to think about it much longer.
"Awww! Look at the pack of losers!" A too-familiar voice spoke. At that moment, the entire world froze. The voice belonged to Evolution's lead singer, Hunter Hearst Helmsley. Broken Rebellion knew the voices of the members of Evolution all too well. The two bands went to seperate schools, but Evolution was always hanging around in their part of town, causing trouble as often as they could without getting caught by the cops.
"Hey Shanny! How's it going, fruit ass?" Another cocky voice asked. That cocky voice belonged to Randy Orton, Evolution's bass player. After that comment, snickers from the rest of Evolution, and two females followed. Shannon Moore could feel his cheeks turn bright red, but his eyes stricken with fear as Trish Stratus held on to her boyfriend. Shannon Moore's mind began to race as he remembered that Summer night too well.
//Flashback\\
It was nine o'clock on a night in August as Shannon Moore stepped out on to the streets, leaving the front yard of his girlfriend Trish Stratus' house. Fourteen year-old Moore wore a light blue hooded sweatshirt with the words 'Oh Crap, You Were Trying To Cheer Me Up?!' on the front and a pair of dark blue baggy jeans. He stuck his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, walking along. The only light source were the street lamps as Shannon minded his own business. Suddenly, a car's engine was heard and the sounds of Rob Zombie's "Never Gonna Stop" were blasting out from the open windows. The sounds are way too familiar. Shannon spun his head around to see a cherry red corvette slowly following the blonde. Shannon gulped in fear, for he knew that the car belonged to Dave Batista.
In the car, a drunken Dave Batista and Randy Orton were following the frightened Moore like a cat would stalk a mouse. Shannon turned his head again, in hopes that the two members of Evolution didn't see him. It was no use. Randy Orton and Dave Batista had their sights set on the young teenager. Shannon quickened his pace, trying to get as far away as possible. Dave Batista pressed his foot onto the gas pedal, as the car began to chase Shannon. Shannon made a break for it, running as fast as he could. The car stopped and out ran Dave and Randy. The two chased Moore down the street, backing him into a dead end. In the hands of Randy Orton was an empty glass beer bottle. The brown bottle glinted in the moonlight as Shannon became frozen in fear.
"Hey Loser, how'd you like to die tonight?" An intoxicated Dave Batista asked. Shannon shook his head, unable to spit anything out. Randy Orton stepped towards the bass player, throwing a clumsy, but still effective right hook. Shannon stumbled back, going to fight back, but he was knocked down by a huge smack by Batista.
"GET HIM!" Randy Orton shouted, jumping onto the helpless Shannon. Shannon was small for his age, obviously unable to measure the height and weight of the two members of Evolution. Randy Orton pinned Shannon Moore down to the ground, as Dave Batista stomped on him and ordered for Randy to get him up. Randy stood Shannon up, still griping tightly on his shoulders. Shannon wriggled around, attempting to escape. He elbowed the brown-haired Orton in the ribs, causing him to lose his tight grip. Orton held his ribs as Shannon sprinted off, trying to escape. It wasn't any use. Before Shannon could get far, Dave Batista grabbed him by the hood of his light blue sweatshirt and held him up in the air. Randy Orton picked up his beer bottle and smashed it against a lamp post, causing it to break in half. The bass player of Evolution held the broken bottle up.
"Shanny, you're CUT!" He threatened, a drunken smile on his face. Shannon kicked, causing Randy Orton to grab his legs and hold them together. Shannon stopped kicking, for he took off his sweatshirt. Randy Orton wasn't ready for Shannon's weight, which caused him to drop Moore. Dave Batista threw his sweatshirt on to the ground and chased after Moore, who was running for his life. Batista finally caught up with the little one, dragging him over to the dead end and slugging him with clubs to the back of the head. Finally, while Shannon was pinned down to the ground, face first, Randy Orton rubbed his face into the concrete. Shannon tried kicking and screaming for help, but it was useless. Nobody was around to hear his pleas for a savior.
Shannon Moore had his face planted into the ground as he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck. The beer bottle was being used to cut his neck.
//End Flashback\\
Shannon placed his hand on the back of his neck, as the rest of Broken Rebellion turned around to see Evolution with two girls watching them. All of them had sadistic smiles on their faces. One of the girls was a tall, long-legged blonde and she was hanging on to the right arm of Randy Orton. The blonde wore a black leather mini-skirt and a white tube top. The other girl was hanging on to the arm of Hunter Hearst Helmsley, a brunette with curly hair. She had a large set of breasts for a teenager, and was wearing a light blue top with a pair of black pants.
"Well...you guys should just give up now. We're going to win the gig for 'Raw'. WHOOO!" The rival band's drummer exclaimed. Jeff Hardy rolled his green eyes, stepping up to come face to face with the eighteen year-old, Ric Flair.
"Please. You guys are nothing, but talentless jerks who get your parents to pay people for your gigs." Jeff told him. Ric Flair's eyes went wide, as if it wasn't true. It was, but Evolution would never admit to it.
"Shut the fuck up, Hardy. Broken Rebellion sucks." Hunter spoke up.
"Oh, give me a break! At least Trish and I can sing!" Amy Dumas practically shouted, defending her band. Hunter cocked an eyebrow and replied,
"You call that singing? I thought that was a cow mooing!" That was when everybody from Evolution and their groupies burst out into laughter. Amy scowled, her eyes narrowing at the people who laughed at her.
"Fuck you, Hunter! Everybody knows that we've got more talent than you in our pinky fingers." Shane Helms said, causing everything to go silent. Hunter glared at Helms, stepping up to him.
"Well, if it isn't little Shane Helms. You've got one part in your whole band, Shane. All you do is play that stupid solo in 'Take Me Away'. Shane, you're nothing." The singer of Evolution snapped back.
"You're right, Hunter! That solo is stupid. And Evolution will win the gig. Especially with my singing skills." The brunette, Hunter's girlfriend chimed in. Hunter placed his arm around the shoulders of the brunette.
"That's right Steph. Oh yeah, this is our new vocalist...my girlfriend, Stephanie McMahon." Stephanie smiled, as if she was on a pedestal.
"McMahon? As in McMahon Night Clubs Inc.?" Trish Stratus asked, raising her eyebrows. Stephanie nodded. Broken Rebellion knew what that meant. That meant that Stephanie's father, Vince McMahon had control of the club 'Raw'. That meant that...Evolution was going to get the gig.
"Oh, well then you're going to get the gig! Your dad owns the damn thing." Matt Hardy groaned, running his hands through his hair.
"We don't need her dad, we've got the skills." Randy Orton spoke up.
"Riiight!" Shannon Moore said, not really using his mind. He finally realized what he said and his eyes went wide. Batista growled at him.
"Do you want to get cut again, Moore?" He threatened.
"Randy, why are these girls so ugly?" The girlfriend of Randy Orton asked, out of the blue.
"I don't know, Stacy. I think it's because they're not as sexy as you." He replied, kissing her neck.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Amy screamed, ready to hit Stacy Keibler, but the guys of Broken Rebellion held her and Trish back, who was ready to strike herself. Evolution grinned and laughed, having nothing else to do, but walk off. Before they did so, Hunter Hearst Helmsley called out,
"SEE YOU SATURDAY!"