Disclaimer: This is unassociated with any of my other stories, and I do not own any of the members of this story. I simply write this story due to my interest in Raw, especially with these certain Superstars that have major roles.

Pairings: Edge/Lita, shades of Christian/Trish, a little bit Orton/Candace, and one of the great surprise pairings that I should've been working at Intergender Survivor Series.

Rating Info: This story is rated PG-13, as all of my stories are, for safety purposes.

The Stones of Raw by Prime Time, Legend Champion

Chapter 1: Crashing Champion

Following 12/6/2004 episode of Raw

Cricket Arena in Charlotte, NC

Earlier tonight on Raw, a good many things happened. First of all, Chris Jericho, the General Manager for tonight, made Raw - and its hosting site, Charlotte's own Cricket Arena - the night's greatest party town. He hosted a rock and roll limbo a-go-go with Stacy Keibler, the newest Raw Divas, and one of his lovely assistants. Christy Hemme and Maria Kanellis were the last two ladies standing, the energetic Christy leaving as #1. Y2J and his rock band, Fozzy, performed twice; one time being the limbo a-go-go's follow-up dance party with the girls, and the other time being when Captain Charisma, Christian, was having a hard time bringing himself out of the ring after an Intercontinental Championship loss to Shelton Benjamin, who had won the title from Jericho at Taboo Tuesday 175 of a month ago. Christian had to wear an embarrassing CC Superhero outfit in order to compete in this match. Everyone was laughing at Captain Charisma when he had come out, and he almost retreated to the back and forsook his shot at the IC Title. Tyson Tomko, the Problem Solver, got him back into mode before that could happen. Christian lost because his double-C mask got turned in his way, so he couldn't see Shelton stalking him for the T-Bone Suplex.

In other pressing business was the World Heavyweight Championship. Vince McMahon, the Chairman of the Board, and the head of the WWE's Imperial McMahon Family, had to come out and make an announcement as far as the World Heavyweight Title. Convinced that it was a tie (with Edge tapping out to Chris Benoit's Crossface and pinning the Crippler at the exact same time), Vince vacated the Championship, basically meaning more than anything that Triple H was no longer the Champion. Trips threw a fit backstage, and it went beyond Batista's reliability, as not only had he criticized the Big Dave for being calm within anger when outside the ring, but he also criticized Batista for stopping his little campaign phone speech to Eric Bischoff before it could get to the threatening point. Trips then went berserk when the two needed to team up against Jericho and Benoit, hitting everybody (including the ref and Batista) with the steel chair. When he assessed the damage, he realized the error he made when he cracked his fellow Evolutioner. But, that was unretakeable. Another disgruntled non-World Heavyweight Champion who was initially in this entire picture - Edge - came out and blamed Randy Orton for the fact that he was not the World Heavyweight Champion, saying that by awarding Benoit with the opportunity as well as the Arch of Awesomeness, Orton had screwed Edge out of the title. Orton immediately came out and countered that he could have given Benoit the exclusive opportunity and left Edge with nothing, and that he could have let Evolution run amok, but the Legend Champion ejected Ric Flair and Batista before they could do so. Not only that, but he failed to mention retaliating from an ensuing assault made by Triple H, in the form of taking him way out of the equation and leaving Edge and Benoit free to frolic and set up the controversy. To keep a short story short, this led to fighting words from both a certain young Sparks Mineral and the Legend Killer, and they eventually went into a fight which sort of previwed a John Cena vs. Jesús upcoming street fight, had to be separated by nine men. Though none were actual current wrestlers, this was still major, as Chris Jericho made an official match out of this for the following week.

Maven, who is yet another angry man about having already botched up two World Title opportunities, had a one-on-one match against Eugene, but snapped for the second straight week and got himself disqualified for some excessive punishment delivered to the Man Child. William Regal came out to defend his young friend, but got a tag title to the head for his efforts. Some talk has been going around town that Maven and incoming Arab American wrestler Muhammad Hassan could be teaming up for the Tag Team Championships in the near future, but that is strictly rumor amongst non-vital Raw Superstars, which by now includes Simon Dean, who beat The Hurricane in his first match tonight. Also, Lita and Trish Stratus had a Women's Championship match and a backstage confrontation right before. Trish joked once again about the disaster that fate has constantly surrounded Lita with, reminding her of being the Walking Kiss of Death. In an ironic twist of fate, Trish suffered for that by receiving a kiss full of hatred, and then was pinned by Lita after the Reversal Fate and the Xtreme Diva's patented Moonsault Splash. Meaning; we've got a new Women's Champion. So, Jerry Lawler's favorite Champions on Raw are both dethroned at the same time. Vince McMahon, basically, is the World Heavyweight Champion, because vacated belts rest in McMahon property at all times unless otherwise stated.

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Edge was still hot under his collar in the back area. The Arch of Awesomeness, sitting in his locker room, felt no need to be speaking to or about anyone right now, since he was still steamed over the World Heavyweight Title not being in his esteemed possession. But, there was somebody who could calm him down just a notch or two, and it wasn't his once-again best friend and former tag team partner, Christian, especially considering that Captain Charisma had a little steam under himself as well from the Flash type outfit embarrassment. Nor was Christian's girlfriend Trish Stratus, who was angry herself over losing the Women's Title to Lita, able to calm either one of them down. So, three blond Canadians of Raw were absolutely pissed off, and the fourth one, Chris Jericho, was in too much of a party mood, and couldn't care less for the other three in true actuality. So, who was the person that could calm down the Arch of Awesomeness? Let's just say she has red hair and a new shiny good-looking belt. And she was heading his way right now. She knocked on his door, and in his grumpy mood of late, he said to go away. She opened the door and walked in anyway.

"Hey, Lita. What did I just tell you?" Edge just questioned the redhead's entry into the room.

"Edge, did you see that? I finally took out Trish and won the Women's Title from her. I can't way to see the look on her face when she sees me wearing this back here. She is going to be so livid, and even though she's sort of my friend, it serves her right for everything she's said and done," Lita spoke, simply boasting about her accomplishment. She then sat down next to Edge on a bench in his dressing room.

"Hey, Kiss of Death. You wanna ruin my career, too?" he asked her, with a bad look on his face. This was his usual mood of late, but this time, the reference to the Kiss of Death comments killed her mood.

"Edge. Don't go there. You know how much I hate being picked on about the crap Trish said. I'd like to be called the Kiss of Death in a way so I can wear it with pride, not shame, thank you," Lita clearly stated her objections, causing Edge to sigh.

"I know, Li. I'm sorry. It's just that I keep gunning, and pleading, and doing just about anything, because I want that World Heavyweight Championship, yet I am constantly disrespected and denied the title by something or another at every turn!" Edge yelled, suddenly standing up. Lita followed suit.

"Edge, you can't hold the world responsible for the fact that you haven't proven to be the absolute best just yet. Keep working at it, and you'll have it. It's not like one slipped opportunity is the end of the world. Look at Chris Benoit. He's stood through eighteen long years in this business before becoming World Champion, and Eddie Guerrero over on SmackDown was with him through thick and thin. It was earlier this year that both guys were able to accomplish the lifelong dream of being the top dogs. Compared to what Benoit has endured, you're just a rookie," Lita said to Edge.

"Just a rookie?" Edge immediately questioned Lita's statement. "Just a rookie? God! Can you believe this woman? She just called me a rookie! I've been around here twice as long as you have, Lita."

"That's not quite the fact, or the point," Lita responded.

"I can't believe this! Everybody disrespects me here, even you!" Edge lamented an awfully great amount of anguish, which obviously showed as he kicked a locker.

"Edge, calm down!" Lita yelled at him. The Arch of Awesomeness, who obviously hasn't been feeling it lately, pressed himself up against a locker. Lita came over to him.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked.

"Li, I'll be fine. Just give me a little time to cool down," Edge said.

In the meantime, another backstage conversation took place between Orton, Christian, Jericho, and Matt Hardy, the man who - last we heard of him - was Lita's boyfriend. But then, that was a couple of months ago, when he had been all right.

"Matt, Lita's here. Why don't you go talk to her?" Jericho asked.

"Don't touch me on that one," Matt said, shrubbing the quesion off.

"Why, what happened?" Randy inquired of the Sensei.

"We had a phone talk, and Lita decided that she had to break up with me because Kane was gonna make her life even worse if she didn't. I had to agree to it, because I didn't want to find out that my girlfriend was being held captive in a torture chamber or whatever the hell Kane could do," Matt explained the situation. "And with the fact that Kane took her into wedlock, we had already been officially broken. The separation was personal."

"Wow, that's bad news, man. Hope you hold up okay, Sensei," Randy said.

"You could use a little charisma to go with that Mattitude," Christian injected his ten cents in.

"Christian, shut up. I had you tonight. I had you just about dead!" Jericho boasted. "That is gonna be a moment for this coming Christmas to look over. The Embarrassing Adventures of Captain Charisma, featuring Christian as Captain Charisma trying to imitate Flash, and Shelton Benjamin as the man who successfully defended his Intercontinental Title by kicking Captain Charisma's ass!"

"Shut up! You humiliated me in front of all my peeps!" Christian whined.

"Please. Not like you even have any peeps," Jericho confidently presumed.

"You will shut the hell up right now before I seriously teach you what Captain Charisma is like without charisma!" Christian threatened the King of the World.

"Oh, wait. I just realized something," Jericho suddenly said.

"What?"

"You do have peeps all over the world."

"It's about time you recognized."

"Why don't you get your two peeps down here so I can spit all over their faces?"

"That's it!"

"Christian, stop!" somebody suddenly interrupted before the King of Bling Bling and the Peep Man could get it on. Turns out it's the Problem Solver, Tyson Tomko, standing next to Trish Stratus.

"Well, if it isn't the five-time former Women's Champion, three-time former Babe of the Year, and five-year locker room garden of sex, standing alongside the worst tattoos and the ugliest beard in WWE history?" Jericho provoked Tyson and Trish.

"Hey, you watch what you say about my tag team partner and my girlfriend!" Christian immediately lashed out verbally at Y2J.

"Well, whaddya know? Congratulations. Captain Charisma gets a weekly pass into the garden shed, and we don't even know it anymore, cause ever since he came back, they haven't been together on national television. Here's what you can do with your peeps, Christian; you can take your wet dream and shoeshine boy to the back and tell them to kiss my ass, and yours alike, cause in case you didn't know, this was the wrong time to tell us that Trish was your girlfriend, considering both the fact that I just recognized her for being WWE Raw's million-dollar ho, and that she lost the Women's Title to a true good-looking friend who honestly deserves the belt."

"Hey, Christian! Come back at him, man! Is Captain Charisma gonna let Chris Jericho get away with humiliating him countlessly tonight?" Randy challenged Christian to get back at Jericho.

"Randy, you're right. I just hope we don't get paired against each other too soon. Anyway, Jericho, let me remind you of what has happened with us. I have beaten you two out of three times. Tyson Tomko has powerbombed you through a table. Trish Stratus has thoroughly embarrassed you at WrestleMania by turning you into an absolute kissy fool in order to join - and become the queen of - the national Peepulation. And you, the piece of crap that suffered it all, have the nerve to-"

"Hey, when you had more success in your career than any other time, I still kicked your ass and won tag team titles over you. If you didn't remember, Christian, back when you and Edge had your little Awesomeness dynasty tag team, the one TLC match you didn't win was when Chris Benoit and yours truly, the King of the World, Chris Jericho, came into the match, as well as you two, the Hardyz, and the Dudleyz, who were in every TLC tag match. We climbed the corporate ladder and claimed those two titles like you're nothing but a nutcase piece of crap!" Jericho exclaimed, earning a million pops from the people in the area, except for Stratus, Tomko, and somebody who just showed up.

"Hey, Jericho. Nice to know you're once again winning a popularity contest by trying to outstage me and claim superiority over me," Edge suddenly spoke up from behind. "So, what screwball jobs have you got this time? I'm supposed to be the World Heavyweight Champion!"

"Edge, I evened the playing field, and thanks to me, you had much better chance than Triple H. With everything I told you, did I forget to say I took him out of the picture when you and Benoit created the controversy? Look, Edge. Benoit's not the World's Champion either, but you don't see him blaming anybody that comes to mind, or making demands to the General Manager. Did you suddenly forget that?" Orton questioned Edge's earlier judgment.

"You want me to teach you a lesson, punk kid?" Edge immediately jabbered at Orton, coming to lunge at him until he was held back by Matt and Christian, and Randy was restrained by Jericho and the newly-appearing William Regal. Lita suddenly appeared and came between everything.

"Guys, stop it!" she immediately screamed, stopping everything. "You idiots are acting like babies here! Edge, Randy, you two already got yourselves in a one-on-one match for next week earlier tonight! Do you want to end up suspended for a month or something, or even being forced to fight each other one way or another every week?"

"Lita, I think I understand-"

"Don't 'I think I understand you' me, especially not tonight! This is tearing me apart from inside! You guys can't even host one pre- or post-show conversation without going out of your way to try to kill each other!"

"Well, isn't this an emotional display from the Walking Kiss of Death?" Trish said, drawing Lita's ire, as can be told in her look.

"I'm the one who should be taking this role! You took my Women's Title! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" the Queen of Stratusfaction desperately lamented.

"Trish, shut up! I hate you, too! I'm here trying to save our friends from committing a group suicide here, and you have the audacity to interrupt my efforts so you can whine about the Title coming into my hands? And Christian is supposed to be your boyfriend, for crying out loud!" Lita stormed at Trish. "I can't believe you! You shame me, because I felt sorry for you and called you my friend at one time!"

"Lita, would you quit being so harsh?" Tyson questioned the redhead's expressions of anger.

"Quit being so harsh, Tyson? I'm not being harsh. I'm supposed to be celebrating the fact that I'm the Women's Champion now, but the way these people keep trying to kill each other back here, and with the constant disrespect that Trish keeps dishing out to me because she feels like she is the coolest and sexiest Diva on the market and that she can say anything she wants whenever the hell she wants, you are all pissing me off!" the Extreme Diva immediately stormed after hearing Tomko. She then proceeded to leave the area. She did turn back to say some final words, too.

"Until you guys shape up and get some sense, I have no will to talk to any of you. You all need to stop fighting and consider the fact that you all ruined what was supposed to be my night to celebrate becoming the top woman on the block once again with my friends and the slut that I took the title from." As she walked off, pissed, the others were shell-shock frozen.

In the meantime, Stacy Keibler and Batista were talking right outside the Evolution locker room.

"So, why did you ask me to come here?" Stacy asked Batista.

"In case you didn't notice, Triple H is in a bit of a bad mood tonight, because he believes he should be the World Heavyweight Champion. And nothing that we've said has managed to get his mood up. So, even though it's probably not the smartest thing to do, I need you to try and help brighten him up a little bit before he goes berserk and hits me every week," Batista explained the situation to the young Empress of Legs.

"Dave, I'd be glad to help you, but considering the situation you're asking me to get into, I think it would be a compromise to my safety. I mean, imagine if I said something wrong here, or if Triple H already knows what you're doing. What's to say he won't go ballistic all over me?"

"He already knows why you're here, and that I'll trash him around if he does anything to you. I'm loyal to Triple H and Evolution, but I can't stand letting anyone assault the beautiful woman I'm in any current association with at any given time. So, he whacks you in the middle of this, he breaks a table by taking a Batista Bomb. Now, are you gonna get in there or not?" Batista asked her in a way which wasn't exactly harsh, but clearly proved that he absolutely wanted her to say yes.

"How about not?" a voice suddenly popped from behind Stacy. She and Batista turned to see none other than the Charismatic Enigma, Jeff Hardy.

"Jeff Hardy," Batista realized. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"For starters, I'd like a word with Triple H," Jeff spoke.

"What's this about?" Batista demanded.

"Maybe if you send him over, you'll find out," Jeff answered the Leviathan, prompting him to call Trips out of the locker room. The Game saw Stacy smiling and waving a little bit with her fingers, and Jeff standing, serious, right behind her.

"What could the national punk be doing in the arena tonight?" Trips asked the Enigma.

"So, let me get this straight. You get stripped of the World Title because you were taken out of the match in the decision, which is the usual legal case, so you decide you're gonna trash the place, chase young girls just for using the word 'former', and hit everybody, including your little friend Batista, with a chair? And then you expect me to find Stacy walking into your locker room to calm you down and not do anything about it?" Jeff asked Trips. "You know you're in no mental condition to be around hot girls, and that was proven when you tried to destroy one earlier tonight. Plus, I just happened to be in the arena. And you dare let Batista bring the lady to you? Please, man. You're about to get yourself fired, and your company sued, for sexual harassment. And don't tell me I'm being crazy about Stace, cause you damn well know it."

"You know what, Jeff?" Trips started.

"What?" Jeff interrupted.

"Go ahead and take your girlfriend with you. You're right. She wouldn't have helped until she played the game anyway," the Cerebral Assassin decided. Jeff then spit in his face, Stace waved goodbye with her hands, and they walked off. Trips was absolutely livid. Batista had to restrain him from doing some serious damage. Considering that Jeff is a Total Nonstop Action wrestler and a guest to the WWE tonight, and that Stacy was one of Raw's most beautiful Divas, Triple H was about to get himself into some serious trouble with the law. And we're talking Dusty Rhodes, Vince McMahon, Eric Bischoff, local authorities, and anyone in between who hates Hunter Hearst Helmsley.