WEST SIDE WRESTLING

There once was a company known as the WWE, it had two feuding brands, Raw and SmackDown. Even though they were in the same company, they were enemies, and never unified, not even to fight off other companies. Finally with the last of TNA and the other rivaled federations put under at long last, Raw and SmackDown have finally decided to square off and fight, fight for the WWE to see who will remain the one true solid brand.

Main Cast:

Raw-
Triple H (the leader)
Ric Flair (his partner and best friend)
Dave Batista
Chris Jericho
Randy Orton
Eugene Dinsmore
William Regal
Christian
Tyson Tomko
Chris Benoit
Edge

Their divas-
Trish Stratus
Victoria
Lita
Stacy Keibler
Molly Holly

SmackDown-
Bradshaw (the leader)
Amy (his girlfriend)
Joy (his ex but still close friend)
Orlando Jordan (his best friend)
Dough Basham
Danny Basham
John Cena
Kurt Angle
Big Show
Rey Mysterio
Rob Van Dam
Paul London

Their divas-
Torrie Willson
Dawn Marie
Joy Giovanni

Others-
Vince McMahon
Shane McMahon
Eric Bishoff
Theodore Long

ACT 1- The Street Is Raw

There is a brick wall at the end of an ally way of one of the city streets. The growing rivalry between the Raw and SmackDown brands has reached its peak, a series of night attacks and fights outside arenas and hotels, even gyms, had been brought up lately, and today was no different. Raw wears their color red as SmackDown wears their trademark blue. The Raw gang was in the alley behind a restaurant where they just ate. They're enjoying their time. Triple H laughs, he is a driven intelligent leader who has a wacky sense of humor. His main underling, Dave Batista, is big but slow is steady to him, he is generally nice despite his appearance. The youngest members of the gang are Chris Jericho and Eugene Dinsmore, they are easily amazed and try to act like big guys, they can be explosive but when it comes to understanding, they're can be serious. The most aggressive of them all is Randy Orton, furious. The last one is William Real, he keeps to himself and is an expert at besmirching or being besmirched. But their good cheery mood is about to be interrupted by the entrance of none other than the SmackDown leader, John Bradshaw Layfield, he's a proud fellow whose chip on his shoulder makes him believe he's desperately handsome. The Raw gang tries to ignore his presence, but soon the rest of his gang arrives, and Raw tries to stay ignoring. Not all of the gang is there however, and SmackDown's is, the numbers are threatening the strength of the Raw gang. Eugene is carrying a bag of flowers when he suddenly trips, and he apologizes. He gets up and starts to fly off like an airplane but bumps into Bradshaw, annoying him. Eugene panics but the SmackDown gang has cut him off from retreating back to his Raw fellows. They close in and attack swiftly and silently, finally Bradshaw punches Eugene on the side of his head, causing his ear to get a cut and bleed. There is a whistle, somebody from Raw had noticed the SmackDown superstars and soon the gang is all there, and fighting breaks out. The fight is quickly stopped however when two men walk over. The strong commanding Vince McMahon puts on his trademark charm as he tries to use his uncharacteristic pleasant manner to cover his venomous fear of his employees. Shane McMahon approaches next to him, he is unlike his father, despite the ruthless aggression displayed by their wrestlers, he did not fear them, and spoke to them like a normal man.

"Alright, knock it off, settle down."

Vince clears his throat, "Alright, kill each other, see what I care."

Triple H smirks with false innocence, "Well hello there chairman."

The Raw gang follows in unison, "Hello Mr. McMahon."

"And young Shane, sir." Bradshaw steps up, putting on false charm.

The SmackDown gang follows as well, "Hello Shane."

Shane looks around him, "Boy you guys sure have set a scare into the neighborhoods of the towns we stop in. Whichever hotel we stay in, any places we go to eat or work out…" He stops when he notices Eugene bleeding. "Did one of them hurt you Eugene?"

Eugene looks to his favorite superstar Triple H, who takes over due to the seriousness of the situation, "As a matter of fact, Shane, we don't know which one of them started it." He eyes Bradshaw, who shoots a glare back.

"It was him I'll bet." Christian whispered.

"Oh, of course." It's hard to tell if Eugene was sarcastic with that remark.

"Impossible." Vince blurts out.

Shane turns back to Eugene, "Didn't Mr. Regal tell you not to be careful?"

"That he did." Triple H continues to intervene the conversation. "We've all taken care of each other, watched each others backs. We have to in order to survive in these times of change. We all chip in, and we'll take down whoever harms one of our own."

"How very noble." Edge smiles at Vince.

"Don't buddy me with your false tone, you Canadian." Vince snarls, causing Edge to puff out his cheeks. "I've got a newsflash for you boys, much as you like to think with your young teenage based minds." They all grumbled at that remark. "You don't own these streets, we are merely guests into these peoples towns, and you should treat them with respect and not like your territorial hunting grounds. There's been too much fighting, and damage, and crimes, wherever we go. Why do you think we have to do lay offs? Cause all you can't keep within the budget, we get sued, we have to pay it off, cause you lack responsibility! Now, Bradshaw get your trash outta here, don't litter these peoples streets." He puts on that charm again. "Please."

Bradshaw frowns, nobody calls his brand trash, "Let's go gang." They leave.

Vince turns back to the Raw boys, "If I don't stop your roughhousing, the head offices will have my hide. Alright? You guys wouldn't like it if the headquarters got angry with us, so you guys are all gonna have to get along fine and dandy and take your aggression out on each other in the ring, and only in the ring. Got it? I've got to put up with them as well, so watch it or I'll beat the crap out of you and run you in." They all give him a look, no way he could beat them up. "And I don't only mean physically, remember who signs your paychecks." That stopped all disbelief. "Now let's be off Shane, say good by."

Shane smiles and nods, "Later fellas." And they leave.

Tyson Tomko mocks him once they're gone, "Later fellas."

"Bah, who do they think they're kidding?" Chris Jericho smirks. "They make a nice couple."

"Ugh." Edge and Christian cringe in disgust.

"They're son and father." Chris Benoit reminds.

"Yea, and this is the south. Your point being…?" Jericho waits for a hint but gets none but silence, so he smiles in proud victory.

"You boys don't own these streets." Batista growls, remembering Vince's words.

"Why don't they go play in the park, and keep off the grass! Anything to get them out of their house, or even off the block." Orton pouts.

"Get outta here, young man." Regal is appalled.

"Keep off the world, a gang that doesn't own a single street is nothing!" Flair said.

Triple H growled, "We do own it, we own lots, and nobody will take them way from us! Raw line up!" Everyone lined up in position one beside the other.

Regal notices Eugene's wound, "Your ear has blood on it young sir."

Eugene blushes and rubs the bag of his hair, "I'm a casualty Mr. Regal."

Regal looks closer at the ear, "No, it's pretty bad."

"Which one did it?" Triple H asked.

"Bradshaw." Eugene replied. "Cause I heard his voice under the attack."

Jericho got a look at the ear and cringed, "Ow."

"They could've done worse." Flair spoke up, "SmackDown is trying to run us out of our game, trying to throw Bishoff over the line."

"Who said that?" Jericho asked.

"I heard Bishoff talking to Coach on his cell."

"Well I heard that Bishoff would've gone over the line anyway." Everyone leers at Jericho, who gulps. "What? Well, I did…."

"That's Teddy Long, if SmackDown can get to Eric, then we can get to him." Triple H pounds a fist into his hand.

"What are we going to do about it champ?" Flair asks.

Just then a scrawny girl comes pushing through the crowd, she's wearing skimpy clothes, but they're red, so she's a Raw diva, "Hey everybody, it's me, Trish."

"We know who you are." Jericho rolls his eyes. "You still around?" Christian jabs his ribs.

"Listen, I was just in a fight. Guess what Triple H? I won it too."

"Come on Trash."

She fumes, "Stop calling me that! Now come on, I earned my keep haven't I? Can't I run with your gang now? I want in!"

Jericho sees an opening, "How about the gang getting in…. bah, who'd wanna?"

"Cheap shot you un-sexy beast!" She lunches for him, but Triple H grabs her in mid air and pushes her back.

Jericho sticks out his tongue, "Wow, how unoriginally lame."

"Jericho, put that thing back in your mouth or I'll cut it off." Triple H's threat causes Jericho's tongue to find its way back inside. Triple H turns back to Trish, "See that road Trish?" She nods. "Hit it." He turns back around to the chuckling gang as Trish pouts and storms back to the hotel. "Line up again." They all get back into ranks surrounding him. "We've fought long and hard for all of our territory, each street in each city, they're ours. But with McMahon and all his complaining, we don't know how much we'll have and how much SmackDown does and will have. We can only use Vince as a cover puppet for so long until he finally runs away from our string hold, he can take it away, all of it, then SmackDown will have won. Unless we at fast and cover our tracks, we'll loose the fight."

"Royal Rumble!" Eugene boxes the air eagerly with jabbing gestures.

Triple H blinks, "Cool it kiddo. SmackDown wants what we want too, and they're tough, we have to give them credit for that. They might even have knives and guns."

"Guns?" Eugene gulps.

"I'm not saying anything stuck in glue, I'm only saying they might, and we have to be prepared." Triple H eyes his men. "So what's your take?"

"I say we go." Benoit steps forward.

"But if they have weapons…" Eugene is still nervous.

"I say let's forget the whole thing then." Regal stands beside him.

"What do you say boss?" Batista asks.

"I say even for small turf, what we got is ours, and I wanna hold onto it like we always with my belt. But if they pull out some switchblade, then we need to pack an arsenal to be ready. I say I want SmackDown's champ to fall, with no head, the body will die, and we can take over where they left off."

"We'll wail on them." Flair struts. "Woo!"

Eugene punches the air again with gestures, Jericho joins in. Edge rolls his eyes, "Lay off the crack Jerko."

"Hey!" Jericho growls.

"Ok boys, let's rumble." Triple H marches off like a general in front. "Now, with war, protocol calls for a decision on weapons. Find whatever you can and I'll make the official challenge to Bradshaw."

"But you shouldn't go alone." Orton speaks up.

"Take me." Batista steps up.

"Take Dave." Tomko points to him as he steps up.

"What about you?" Christian turns to Flair.

"What about me?" Flair shakes his head nervously.

"When it comes to SmackDown we need everyone we can get." Triple H turned back around.

"But Flair doesn't fight anymore." Benoit explains.

"Cut it Canadian, Naich and I started this all." Triple H growled.

"But he acts like he doesn't even want to belong to our association." Orton replies.

"Hey." Flair growled. "Who wouldn't want to be on Raw?"

"Well you haven't been in the ring for a month." Jericho folds his arms.

"And you haven't been to the gym in a month, plus." Flair shoots back.

"What about the day we ran into the Basham's at Mavericks?" Christian asks. "Jericho was there."

"Yea, but so was Flair." Batista stood beside him. "We can't do anything without everyone, including him."

"He's even saved my neck." Jericho reluctantly admits.

"Right." Triple H cuts back in. "He's always come through for us, just like we have for him and everyone else has for all else." He breaks into song:

When you're on Raw
You're Mr. Monday Night
From your debut match
Till you're final fight
When you're on Raw
When you hit your back
Remember your friends
And we'll attack
You're never alone
You're always connected
When SmackDown comes around
You're always protected
Raw is War
Capital W and R
No one will ever forget
Life is no holds barred
When you're on Raw
You stay Monday night

Triple H speaks, "I know Flair like I know…. I guarantee you can count on him being in."

"In or out?" Flair stands next to him.

"Let's get it started." Batista pounds a fist in his hand.

"Where are you going to find Bradshaw?" Randy asked.

"At that ball Vince is holding later tonight at the hotel." Triple H replied.

"But that's neutral territory." Tomko spoke up.

Triple H acts sweet and innocent, "I'll be nice, just like Vince said. I'm only gonna challenge him."

"Sounds great." Edge and Christian nod in unison.

"So everybody dress up sharp and act sweet, meet me and Flair there, and remember to stand tall." Triple H runs off with Flair following with a 'woo'.

"We always walk tall, just like The Rock in that movie." Eugene smiles.

"That's right young sir." Regal nods. "Because we're on Raw."

"We are the greatest thing to hit Monday night since football!" Benoit cheered.

Chris Jericho jumps in singing:

When you're on Raw
You're the toppest cat around
You're a cruiserweight
In a heavyweight crowd
When you're on Raw
You get all the bling
Running the streets
Ruling them like a king
Check the shirt twice
Raw is decked in red
SmackDown steer clear
Or you'll end up dead
When Raw comes to town
You've got no chance in hell
No one gets in our way
Or they'll fall down a well

"Down a well?" Trish pokes her head around the corner.

"Hey, I do the best with what you give me, tramp slut." Jericho shrugs and she puffs out her cheeks, leaving again as Jericho continues:

Here comes Raw
You'd better step aside
Careful passers by
We're like a pride
We own the streets
The line may be hidden
Just look for the sign
Trespassing forbidden

"And we're not kiddin!" Everyone cheered, jumping in as Chris finished:

Here comes Raw
Live on Monday night
Yea here comes Raw
And we'll win the fight

"We'll what now?" Flair pokes his head around the corner as everyone joins in singing:

And...
We'll..
Win…
The…
Fight!

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