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 the superstars crucially in my dialogue.
Pairings: Some references of Edge/Lita and Kane/Lita, a bit of RKO/Stacy.
Rating Info: This story is rated PG-13.
The Stones of Raw by Prime Time, Legend Champion
Chapter 9: The Guilt of Captain Christian
Following 2/7/05 episode of Raw
Saitama Super Arena in Tokyo, Japan
Raw began with the entry of Eric Bischoff, who gave himself a very pompous introduction and wound up getting booed. He had a translator with him. Though he wound up getting cheers for promoting the fact that this was in Japan, and for the fact that (newly in) Shawn Michaels was facing Ric Flair tonight, Edge was facing Triple H for the World Heavyweight Championship, and the Chris Team partners (Benoit and Jericho) were facing off in a submission match, the translator looked like Akio and was jeered through the entire announcement. Thank God he didn't speak the submission match, and the Chris Team Submission Match was starting up immediately. When they first met up one-on-one in the ring in 1995, it was in this same city in Tokyo, Japan. Of course, they got in each other's faces immediately. The rival friends started out feeling each other out and getting in each other's faces, as a couple of smart wrestlers in a competitive and awesome one-on-one match usually do. Where they trained, the Dungeon of the legendary Hitman's father, submission was the way to survive. Many years ago, both competed in Japan on a regular basis, including that match in Tokyo. The match was immediately competitive as these facts were revealed by Jim Ross. These two guys have wrestled together and against each other countlessly, so there was nothing less to expect. In fact, the reason they were against each other tonight was because last week, they were on each other's side, but they didn't succeed. Not winning the World Tag Team Championships against La Resistance, both the Crippler and the King of the World thought they weren't seeing the best out of each other like they usually do, so they got in one another's faces starting then.
When we came back from the break, Benoit started having control, but Jericho started to battle back, only to take a German suplex. Benoit was put into a submission, but got out of it to get in the Multiple German Suplex, but before #3 could come, a drop toe hold counter was placed in by the Ayatollah. Benoit fought to get the Sharpshooter on Jericho, but it didn't work. Again with the Multiple German Suplex, and the effort from both men was respected highly by the Japanese rich with wrestling history etched in their brains, especially about the Rabid Wolverine and the Highlight of the Night. The first of the main submissions to be hooked was Benoit's Crippler Crossface, applied to Jericho too close to the ropes. Y2J eventually moved and inched to reach the bottom rope. Benoit, like an honorable man, lets go, but eventually, it becomes Crossface appliance 2/2, and Walls of Jericho appliance 0/2. Jericho taps out and lets Benoit win the match. You can't withstand the Crossface too many times, and in Jericho's case, two is too much. The Rabid Wolverine got the respect of the Japanese folks and of Jericho, who extended his hands towards his rival and friend, Christopher Michael Benoit. An All-American Diva Fashion Show featuring Christy Hemme, Maria, and Victoria was coming tonight, and so was the World Title match between the Cerebral Assassin and the valiant challenger, the Artist of Awesomeness.
After a display of some fans in Japan, we saw Ric Flair and Triple H. Flair is obviously bragging about how some women are all over them because Evolution is in the area, and how Batista, Trips, and Nache will all win their matches. Trips stands up and mentions the Batista issue, proving that he is clearly unsure of whether Evolution's night of WrestleMania, or Evolution's dominion of the wrestling world. Flair ushers his thoughts straight towards the latter, claiming that it's the greatest idea of all time.
Christian is bragging to somebody about himself as he enters the arena, and then Stacy Keibler is seen. Christian tries to get the guy to ask Stacy some questions about Captain Charisma, but the first question is about interviewing Randy Orton. This ticks off the Peep Man, setting off some interesting dialogue about the Legend Killer. Here are the results.
a) Orton has never beaten Christian, so he's no legend killer.
b) He does the champion's gesture a little bit too much.
c) He's one head shot from the end of his career.
d from Stacy) Randy Orton could totally kick Christian's butt.
This leads to Christian talking about a plan to make the first page as it relates to Randy Orton. The plan will involve Christian backing up Tyson Tomko, who will challenge the Man of Destiny.
Maven came into the ring and started saying that everybody asked why he wasn't in the Royal Rumble. He's bragging that he would have won if he were in it and he would have thrown the winner, his next opponent, Batista, over the top rope. The Leviathan didn't continue to listen to the crap. Rather, he interrupted to show off himself. The Virgin Opportunist should learn to take the opportunity to save himself rather than to die. Maven jumped the gun, but he quickly took a Batista Bomb, and the 1, 2, 3 pinfall. Maybe next time, he'll stop talking about himself and his own clearly imagined greatness too much. All he can beat Batista in is a pimping competition, and this ego's even taking that down.
This author here is wondering whether anybody can beat the Capital Destroyer in the ring, when all of a sudden, footage of an interview that The Big Show had taken on Smackdown with Josh Mathews as it relates to Batista was replayed. Like last week's notice, Batista didn't take this one as a friendly invitation to WrestleMania. Somebody's trying to lure the Leviathan over to Smackdown. Just who, though?
Batista talked with Eric Bischoff about the Smackdown footage that's been showing up, and he's really pissed off. But Bischoff said he's getting to the bottom of that, but he's promoting Raw and the guaranteed WrestleMania match he gets by staying here in the Leviathan's face. Batista gets the point, and I personally agree with the part where Eric says that Raw is the premier show in sports entertainment.
La Resistance comes out for their World Tag Team Championship defense against William Regal and Tajiri, who were friends since the Alliance days for a short while, but finally are actually tag teaming, and for the gold. When Regal and Tajiri came out, they were given a standing ovation, and Tajiri was chanted for by millions of people. Either the STF or Regal Stretch was used in the middle of the match, but immediately broken up. When Tajiri was tagged in, he was on fire. The first cover was kicked out of, but he eventually got the Enzuguri on Sylvan Grenier, but Robert Conway broke up the pin, and Tajiri was double teamed, only to take great advantage. Sly got in a chop, only to receive a Tarantula broken up by Robert Conway. He then used Kabuki's Poisonous Mist, and the Buzzsaw Kick on Grenier to become World Tag Team Champions. What a homecoming party for Regal and Tajiri. Tajiri said some things in Japanese, and only his people understood and loved it. His former friend, William Regal, allied with him once more, and it led to the Super Bowl-like moment for the Japanese Buzzsaw, Yoshihiro Tajiri, as he finally became a champion on Raw in front of his hometown fans. Eugene is probably smiling in the middle of his home. Shawn Michaels will face Ric Flair next.
When we came back, we saw the only American-born sumo champion, one of the grestest sumo wrestlers of all time, and a barrel of Hall of Fame inductees for 2005, including "Cowboy" Bob Orton, the man who is father to Randy Orton but probably gave The Undertaker his hat over the course of the graveyard session from Survivor Series 2003 to WrestleMania XX. The icon vs. icon match between Ric Flair and Shawn Michaels saw each man enter the area to great cheers, and the match was a highly respected one. Flair started with the advantage, and Michaels eventually got out of the chops corner to but the Nature Boy in it. Shawn took Flair to the outside. The action was instantly brutal between the Dirtiest Player in the Business and the Heartbreak Kid. Two back drops from Michaels to Flair, and two eye thumbs the other way almost instantly. With the second thumb to the eye, Ric Flair took small contol, but Michaels eventually punched out Flair into that vintage flop. The Nature Boy, with a chop block from behind which would penalize him 15 yards in last night's Super Bowl between the Eagles and the reigning champion Patriots, started wooing and eventually got in the Figure Four leg lock, but Michaels tipped him over and transferred the pressure. Flair was controlling Michaels until an Enzuguri by HBK, evening things up. He eventually did the nip-up and is building momentum. He eventually got his vintage diving elbow, and then prepped himself - and the crowd - up for Sweet Chin Music. He then hooked the superkick on Ric Flair and won the match via pinfall. I wonder why it's called Sweet Chin Music. That kick is chin music, but it's hardly anything sweet. Next is the All-American Diva Fashion Show with Victoria, Christy, and Maria.
We return to Jerry Lawler's music, and the King is just about ready to present the All-American Diva Fashion Show. Maria came out first, wearing a black outfit. Then, Victoria appeared, with another black outfit, this one with a cowboy hat (different from B.O. and Taker's), and the short tights with the noticeable hole in there. King was beginning to explain the rules of the fashion show, when Simon Dean cut into this to promote his Simon System and disrespect the Japanese fans, when Akebono (the American sumo champion) began to come out. Simon calmed him down, then began to diss the WWE Divas, when King took an objection and made a comment. Simon then turned towards him with the promotion via degradation, only to take a low blow from Christy. Oh, Simon, my friend. If you learn to respect people more, your taste loss system would be selling a lot more. But, hey. What the hell? I believe in you. (j/k)
Evolution again. Trips need to talk to Batista. He tells Batista that the Smackdown guys are laughing at him, and he and Flair put pictures of the "we own the industry" plan into the Leviathan, even calling it greater than Triple H's Degeneration X and Ric Flair's Four Horsemen. Naturally, the Big Dave says he'll think about it.
Edge gets interviewed by Jonathan Coachman about getting his shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. The Original AC immediately gets on with another complaint, that he's been overlooked for Batista's show-choosing scandal and Triple H's Scottish commercial about defending the Title at WrestleMania. But, Edge mentions that Michaels overlooked him and look what happened to him. Edge screwed Michaels out of a match against Edge prior to the Royal Rumble itself. So, Edge is gonna take advantage of this and become World Heavyweight Champion.
Randy Orton, who we just saw footage of being purely loved by the Japanese fans - especially women - comes out for a match against the Problem Solver, Tyson Tomko. The King of Tattoo came out without the Show Stealer tonight. In the middle of the match, however, Christian himself unexpectedly appears and is dragging Stacy Keibler down the aisle by the arm, distracting Randy Orton for Tyson Tomko to take advantage and ram him straight into the steel steps. The plan is apparently to get into Orton's head so as to kill it. Tyson is taking advantage, and at one point, Orton unwittingly keeps holding onto Tomko's tights until his hand gets jerked off. But, almost instantly afterwards, Randy is coming back. He is soon clubbing Tyson across the chest. 20 punches, and Orton is staggering. He's constantly risking himself with moves in the middle of that matchup. Orton actually got the roll-up without the necessity of an RKO. Christian hits him in the middle of the mild celebration. Christian is apparently angry because Randy Orton took his attention with Stacy tonight. Christian got in the Unprettier on Orton, then as his music came on, Stacy looked horrified, and Jim Ross made the eerily suggestive comment (no, not sexually suggestive) that Christian gloated like he just won the World Title. And you do know who could go on to do exactly that, right?
During the break, Randy Orton was attended to by EMTs and officials, along with Stacy Keibler. He couldn't even stand up by himself, he was in such bad condiiton. This old Oklahoma guy at the table, though, keeps on dissing the living crap out of Captain Charisma like he's nothing but an evil man, when there may be some legitimacy to his assault!
Anyway, after they start showing off the Tajiri celebration, Edge finally comes out to make his way to the ring, followed by Triple H, for the World Heavyweight Championship match tonight. The great "we own the business" plan and the Scottish Helmsley commercial all mean nothing if Triple H cannot stay the World Heavyweight Champion. Looking at Edge, you can tell he wants this. Triple H was the first guy as far as attacks and speed goes, but the advantage in speed should go to Edge. We got to the break noticing that Edge's spearing shoulder was taking excessive pain. The Artist of Awesomeness, however, has control after the Game twerked his back getting thrown to the outside, and got suplexed on the black, barely protected concrete during the break. This even brawl of a match was highly respectable to this point. Edge once hooked a missile dropkick on Triple H so as to get a two count, as Trips did afterwards by copying that Arn Anderson spine buster. With the Edge-O-Matic, Edge tried to get the cover on Trips, but only grabbed one leg. If he had actually gotten both, it could have been over. Trips went for a Pedigree, but was countered into a back body drop. Edge tried to go for the spear, only to run into a high knee. It's not over. I think Edge has that Krispy Kreme look in his eye just like Orton has lately. Edge has perfected his Edgecator submission maneuver lately, and Trips is desperately reaching for the bottom rope as he is taking it. He gets to the ropes, and Edge winds up Spearing the referee. Flair gets Speared for bringing a steel chair. Edge now picks up the weapon. He plans to use it on the Cerebral Assassin, who avoids the contact and gets him in a backdrop suplex. Both men are down and looking for the steel chair so as to pummel the other guy, when Batista takes it away. Edge is looking at him incredulously, and so is Triple H. But, Edge goes to the apron, so Trips knocks him into Batista. Trips later goes for the Pedigree, but gets countered by a DDT from Edge. Edge is prepared to deliver a Spear, but Batista comes in with a spine buster. The two men are slow to get up, as is our official, and Trips gets the Pedigree in on Edge. He gets the cover, and this is when Chioda gets up. 1, 2, 3, the Game dodges another bullet because of Batista. However, as the Game gets his hand raised by Batista, they both end up touching that gold that Evolution just retained. They're looking at each other, and that's how the show goes off. Oh, and by the way, Edge's counter DDT: Edgecution. Don't forget that, people.
As Edge walked down the hall of the Saitama Super Arena so as to head to his own locker room, he held his hands above his hair in absolute frustration. Suddenly, he saw his friends, Tyson Tomko and Christian, practically sullen in the hallway. Edge then sighed it off for the time being and walked over to them.
"Hey, Christian. What's up?" Edge asked his comrade of twenty plus years.
"Edge, in case you didn't know, I'm not in the mood for conversation," Christian immediately cut off whatever Edge had in mind.
"What happened, are you sulking because of the fact that you may have killed the career of a Hall of Famer's son?" Sparks Mineral immediately got into mode, clear anger in his voice.
"You sound angry, man. You pent up about the World's Title? Cause I saw what happened," Tyson cut into the conversation.
"You're damn right I'm pent up about the World Title, and you two are a couple of idiots!" Edge yelled.
"What are you getting at with this? Are you in love with Orton or something?" Christian countered.
"Wow, pretty funny and too cute, Captain Charisma. But for your information, you idiots, you were so busy hatching up your revenge that you failed to know that Randy Orton, if he was in good enough condition, would have come out to stop Evolutionary interference, thus evening the playing field and making it very possible for me to get the World Heavyweight Title so we could have a future match for it! But no, you had to go around and talk about making headlines by trying to give the Legend Killer scrambled brains, and he's now in no condition to help me, making it clear cut opportunity for Evolution! You dumb ass!" Edge immediately berated the Peep Man.
"Get over yourself, Edge! He and his girlfriend Little Miss Longlegs misdirected Captain Charisma's air time! What do you think I'm supposed to do, just stand there because we get along with him backstage? Give me a break! I mean, come on! That's Randy Orton! Do you remember what happened? Tonight's one-on-one match with Triple H for the Title should have happened November 29th, somewhere shortly after Survivor Series! But no, Mr. RKO has to put Chris Benoit in the middle of that match, thus causing the pointless controversy which should have never happened! If you and only you were ruled in like you were supposed to, then you would've been World's Champion! So no, he's no kind of big help to me, and I should know, neither is he to you!" Christian told Edge, who puffed like Tyson had earlier when told to challenge Orton.
"Yeah, but we took a picture with that guy in our hometown! Now you have to go off and do that?" Edge continued to speak against the assault.
"Orton's cool, but he's meaningless to us, and Stacy stole for him my time!" Christian yelled. "I betcha you woulda been the one to take an RKO if he ever gave one in the middle of that match! Like you said, you're gettin' screwed! Orton's part of what did it! Why cut him so much slack?"
"Maybe because you don't know how to start a competitive rivalry with a friend without killing their career?" Edge suggested to his tag team partner of twenty plus years.
"Shut up!" Christian ordered him before walking off on his own. Immediately, he started to show signs of feeling guilty. Tyson looked at Edge, who simply said, "Go."
In the meantime, Tajiri and William Regal were in the middle of a victory party, when all of a sudden, Smackdown's three Japanese Superstars, Kenzo Suzuki, Akio, and Cruiserweight Champion Funaki showed up. Akio did the Asian bow thing to Tajiri, who answered back with it. Kenzo and Funaki shook hands with the new Tag Team Champion, and then the talking started.
"Now, I know the show that just finished is Raw, but I have to say this for memories. This is Funaki, Smackdown's #1 Announcer, and Cruiserweight Champion of World! And my hometown homeboy Tajiri, how does it feel to be World Tag Team Champion?" he asked his Raw comrade in that same accent. Tajiri answered it in Japanese, with apparently a great comment behind it. Akio made a suggestion, and the four of them took it. Well, it used to be the four of them until Kenzo was booed and then shoved off on the street. Anyway, let's let the Japan Fest die. We've got former Tag Team Champions that are grumbling now.
"How come you never had my back tonight?" Sylvan Grenier grumbled to his partner.
"Hey, you let him pin you for the Titles!" Robert countered Sylvan's complaints.
"Robert, Sylvan! Stop complaining, eh? I know the meaning of losing Tag Team Championships," a familiar voice suddenly came up.
"Rene!"
"What are you-"
"Don't tell me you forgot. Smackdown and Raw are on the same road again this week," Rene Dupree reminded his La Resistance Raw partners, cutting off Robert.
"N'ayes pas peur, mon ami! Comment ca va?" Sylvan greeted him.
"Je suis tres bien, merci beaucoup," Rene answered back.
"Nobody came here to find out what's going on in France, Resistance kids," Charlie Haas of Smackdown suddenly cut in, alongside Shelton Benjamin. The former World's Greatest Tag Team was standing alongside one another against the entire La Resistance group.
"Oh, well, if it isn't the World's Greatest Tag Team, Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin," Sylvan acknowledged. "What kind of business do you have interrupting our little get together."
"Oh, nothing much. Billy Kidman called me over to have a little party tomorrow before Smackdown. He's got some club connections here nobody knew about. And don't worry, it's a legit operation," Charlie informed La Resistance.
"Well, if it's legitimate, then what are we waiting for? Tell us the details," Robert requested from the two all-American athletes.
"It's somewhere in the Roppongi area. Looks like some kind of shrine, but inside is a really cool party network. Kidman told Haas all about it and even gave us a world tour," Shelton elaborated upon the issue. "But, here's one problem: you're gonna have to bring Hiroko and Fifi along, and disguise them. Because there can be no company allowed that consists of only people associated with France and / or Kenzo Suzuki."
"Well, we can come with you-"
"Hello, Dupree? I couldn't stay in a car ride to that place with you in a million years, and nor could Shelton about your little lover town boys here," Charlie said, interrupting Rene. "And since Kenzo, Hiroko, and Fifi are the only people around here that like you, take them along on this ride. It's the healthiest strategy a man's come up with. Oh, and remember: disguise them, so nobody knows they're Suzuki and his people. Like I said, they don't like him any more than you Frenchies." (a/n: it's a gimmick thing, people, they wouldn't like me either.)
"Hey, you! You're not gettin' away from me!" a voice suddenly came in their direction. They turned and saw Viscera running in his snail speed after them.
"Uh oh, gotta go," Shelton said, he and Charlie running away from the very big butterbean Mohawk Knight.
"You've got to be kidding me with those people," Sylvan said.
"Let us sing our anthem of Canada now," Rene suggested to his partners.
"Yeah, good idea," Robert agreed to it.
"O Canada…"
…okay. Now that we're done with that little scandal and love fest, let's go to Edge.
Still in a bad mood over the events of tonight, the Artist of Awesomeness was confronted by none other than the girl highly considered the slut of Raw.
"Well, hi there, Edge. Care to admit that I was right about you all along?"
"You've got only one man to thank, and his name is Batista," Edge clearly reminded Trish Stratus.
"Okay, I'll admit, he did take a little bit out of you. But he's not entirely responsible for it," Trish said to him.
"What?"
"Oh, it's you. You have bad luck, Edge. You can ascend as highly as you want to in the Intercontinental Championship level, but when it comes to the World Heavyweight Title division, you are doomed to being a loser," Trish explained it to him.
"Hey, don't you have a team to talk to? Or is it that you're just bored because they have a low potential of having sex with you? Is that it?" Edge asked her, irritated that she was bothering him like this.
"Oh! I can't believe you would say something like that!" Trish complained about Edge's words.
"Yeah, well, I can't believe you'd interrupt me on my worst day," Edge came back. "Hey, speaking of which, is that your plan? To get me in so much of a down mood that you can console me and make me mindlessly want to sleep with you?"
"Even in Japan, Edge, you are just as brainless as the USA-holes! How could you continue to characterize me as a slut!"
"Considering your history, it's incredibly easy. You're even more pathetic than I thought. Now, go before I Spear you and really teach you the meaning of 'sleep in'!" Edge threatened her. Now, she had no choice but to leave, in her beautiful shiny black dress. Come to think of it, why was she wearing such attire tonight…? Not like Edge was wondering that, I'm just telling this to the readers.
In the meantime, Captain Charisma and the Empress of Legs didn't exactly get along tonight, as Christian had his air time stolen by Stacy Keibler for her boyfriend Randy Orton, only for Stacy to see Christian and "Problem Solver" Tyson Tomko take advantage of another concussion for the Man of Destiny and just about destroy him.
Within the medical room of Saitama Super Arena, Stacy was standing there, worried about her boyfriend, who was on a stretcher. Of course, we don't know enough to mean the most Valentine word in all of this just yet, but it's a great hunch, considering how the two have gotten along recently…
…anyway, Christian suddenly appears with a snicker and smile. Stacy notices, and immediately goes on a tirade.
"How dare you come in here and sneak up on me like that, Christian! I'm here looking after the man you injured in my face!"
"Shut up, I'm already thinking about how guilty I am as it is," Christian immediately countered the woman's scorn. He then took a chair and folded it close to Randy so as to be able to sit down to his size.
"Hey, Rando. Can you hear me?" he asked, prompting the Legend Killer to slowly tilt his head to look at him.
"Uh… Father Christian, is that you?" Randy slowly said, obviously feeling the effects of the concussion.
"Yeah, kid. It's me, but don't call me Father: it's embarrassing. Anyway, as you probably already know, I think I let my temper get the best of me tonight. I'm here to be a man. Tonight, I got angry because your girlfriend here decided that instead of answering questions about me, she was gonna tell my butler where to find and interview you, because I am, quote, 'annoying'. Not only that, but as I was putting down that idea with a list, she suddenly said that you could kick my ass on any given day. In front of my Japanese Peeps, by the way! So, naturally, I got angry, maybe even a little jealous, and I tried to take it out on you. But, with a little thought, and a lecture from Edge, I realize that if I hadn't made that stupid move, maybe I could have left the road open for you to stop Batista's interference so Edge could become the World Heavyweight Champion. So, for that, and as a friend, I have to admit for once that I'm sorry for jumping you tonight," Christian said. What a long acceptance speech, huh?
"Well… I don't remember any of that right now, Father… Christian, but from the… sounds of it, it seems as if… you're the reason I'm in this bed, and I'm gonna have to… kick your ass for this," Randy promised within his resemblant-to-dying state. With that, he laid his head back down and drifted off to sleep.
"And I will accept that ass kicking with my honor, my charisma, and my entire Peepulation," Christian promised back, standing up to leave. "Hey, Stace; take care of your boyfriend so he can be healthy enough to kick my ass when it's time."
"He's not my boyfriend!" Stacy complained, though the comment fell on deaf ears to the exiting Show Stealer and everyone else within the vicinity. But she couldn't help but laugh a sweet laugh when thinking about how in his concussed state, Randy still had the wherewithal to joke around and address the man who just left company by the name of "Father" Christian. And that's despite the fact that "Father" Christian is responsible for him being in this bed tonight.
In the meantime, Triple H, Ric Flair, and Batista were dressed in awesome suits, apparently waiting for someone to show up in the parking lot.
"Here he comes, boys," Trips pointed, turning Evolution's heads to the left.
"Where's Trish?" Ric suddenly realized to ask the group he brought together.
"I don't know. She should've already come here. I'd better see what's up," Batista suggested, when he suddenly got a tap on the shoulder. Guess who walked by and stopped where he could see her in the other direction.
"Well, if it ain't the blonde beauty herself. We were waiting for you," Batista pointed out to her. "And he's here."
"Thanks for the news, it's really rewarding to know that you guys think about me when I'm not here," Trish responded kindly to his words. So, that's what she was wearing that black dress for…
…anyway, the direction Trips pointed the group to had a white limousine with Texas long horns, and the name JBL on it, and we're not talking about Platinum JBL Series computers. We're talking about the Master Investment, John Bradshaw Layfield, and his Cabinet. The Basham Brothers, Orlando Jordan, and image consultant Amy Weber. Their outfits were equally impressive.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I believe we're ready to go," JBL said, as the Cabinet members shook hands with the Evolutioners, Trish included on this one, of course.
"This is a rare appearance of the both of our teams being here at the same time," Trips brought to the attention of Bradshaw, who simply smiled in thought.
"Imagine Evolution and the Cabinet, Hunter Hearst Helmsley and John Bradshaw Layfield most certainly included, showing up in the middle of one of those Roppongi night clubs together. The house will be electrified, my friend!" Bradshaw boasted purely upon possibilities. "That is too much excellence, too much chiseled work of awesome business, too much good-looking gold for people not to pay attention to the fact that JBL, Triple H, and double company are in the area."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on one second, dawg," another voice suddenly burst up from behind JBL, freezing up the group in its tracks.
"Who is this?" Bradshaw asked, irritated that someone would spoil this night.
"Look, JBL. They call me the Doctah, but I know my stuff, and I got my Chain Gang wit' me in Japan, so cough however you want, however as much as you want, cause all you guys have got is gold and some girls to flaunt. You ain't got no charisma like E&C people, and you know damn well you got what you got wit' evil cheatin' behavior. Don't call yourself a champ, cause by doin' so, you give the world some cramps. All you two know how to do is suck, and then when you annoy people on the mic, they wish you bad luck, but they never get their way, and why is that? Because some idiots have gotta get in these good cats? If you didn't have a Cabinet or an Evolution, these titles would be in a Thuganomics institution. This is what I do, you better look at your ride, cause somebody's jackin' it off your hides. And as for your two sluts, everybody knows they love to sleep, so why don't you just grow up? I will set this Championship free to be as cool as it wants, so you can't see me! So, I leave you with this, you lil' penal sprout; I don't really understand what the talkin's about, so choke on these nuts before gettin' the knife of your crap talk again, and that is Word Life!"
You can only guess who that was that gave that rap and walked off, leaving the Cabinet and Evolution seething, which would only become worse with the realization that, uh… the limo's gone.
"I am a wrestling god, Cena!" Bradshaw warned the Doctor of Thuganomics with his own egotist claims. "A wrestling god!"
"Be quiet," Batista said. JBL looked at him crossly, and he just shrugged.
