A/N: Okay, I'm formally stating in here that I'm cancelling the sequel to 'Friendship to a Whole New Level'. I've got no ideas to continue with, and no reason to continue it. So there. But I'll get straight to the point now: The story has a main plot (the reality show thing) and a bunch of little plots. Let's hope I keep up! Oh, and I got started on this LONG, LONG, LONG before November 13, 2005, meaning Eddie Guerrero is still alive (here) and will therefore be treated as a normal character. Aryt?
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine, because if it were mine, I wouldn't be writing FanFiction... I would make them storylines.
Summary: For some unidentified reason, Vince McMahon rewards the people from both RAW and SmackDown with a vacation to a private island somewhere in Puerto Rico, only to leave them intentionally stranded and with a camera that will broadcast their candid, and, sadly, idiotic behavior on national television! Read to find out what happens when there's nothing but sun, sand, and a whole lot of chaos.
List of characters:
John Cena, Ric Flair, Triple H, Shelton Benjamin (with Momma, of course), Chris Jericho, Christian, Edge, Carlito, Shawn Michaels, Kurt Angle, Rob Van Dam, Chavo Guerrero, Kane, Stone Cold, Coach (visualizes torture plans in head)(evil laugh), Bischoff, Paul London, Big Show, Billy Kidman, Booker plus Sharmell, Orlando Jordan, the three Dudleys (the hell if they're fired), Charlie Haas, Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero, Funaki, Heidenreich, JBL, Josh Mathews, Matt Morgan, Cole, Tazz, Orton, Rey Mysterio, Undertaker and GM Long
Divas: Trish Stratus, Stacy Keibler, Lita, Christy Hemme, Victoria, Maria Kanellis, Michelle McCool, Torrie Wilson, Joy Giovanni, Candice, Dawn
Plus, surprise characters are gonna be shipped in throughout the fic. Yay!
But with every entry comes eviction. Aww. Meaning I'm also gonna remove people too.
Pairings: CenaOrtonReyEddie(a.k.a. CORE), Edge/Lita, blah blah plus a surprise pairing nearing the end of the fic. (wink)
A side note: This story is in KAYFABE. Again, KAYFABE. Meaning their personality in WWE TV is used here. Get it?
Now that's said and done, roll it!
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Chapter 1: Some Good News
A RANDOM EPISODE OF WWE MONDAY NIGHT RAW...
Mr. McMahon's voice boomed over the PA system.
Attention, to all superstars in the arena, please head on over to the general manager's office. Thank you.
Murmurs of "what the?" "why?" or "huh?" were floating about the stands. Finally, a camera was there at the office, with all the stars in there piling up. Bischoff was busy doing something, which looked like contract signing. Finally he came out, surprise, surprise, with a grin.
"Guys, news from the boss."
"What? I have to wear size 74 pantyhose?" Ric Flair joked. Several wrestlers groaned in disgust.
Bischoff looked distraught. "Nothing of that sort, Naich." He found everyone giving him a stare down, so to break up the stunned silence, he cleared his throat and proceeded.
"Uh..." he started hurriedly, "the real thing is that you guys are going to Puerto Rico for a month's vacation." He wiped a fake drop of sweat and let out a "whew".
Silence.
"Hello? Didn't you hear me? I said 'VA-CA-TION'." Bischoff repeated it like he was speaking to a bunch of incompetent fools and that, sadly was the case here. But anyway...
When the word 'vacation' was repeated, they started partying around, Carlito shouting out loud, in classic Caribbean accent, "NOW DATS COOL! CARLITO IS COOL!" and Shawn Michaels added "But vacation is cooler than you, CAR-LI-TO!" Then Shawn chasséd out of the corner, Chris Jericho imitating, except he added some strange dance steps in his version of Shawn's jump. Kurt Angle started doing his signature spinning thing so fast that if he spun anymore, he would take off the ground and possibly have a free but exhausting trip to someplace off. Christian was jumping around the room in happiness, which was replaced by fear when he crashed into Steve Austin. Gulp.
"Err... hi?" he said, smiling and wriggling nervously, like a worm on a sizzling platter, trying to avoid trouble.
Stone Cold just gave him an annoyed look then walked over to another part of the room. Cena then screamed, "THE VACATION TIME IS NOW!" at the top of his lungs. Then they all did that "bunga, bunga, bunga" dance. Bischoff became freaked out by their abrupt show of immaturity. He just sighed.
FOUR DAYS LATER IN FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN...
A similar situation folded out.
Theodore Long's voice came out in the PA system. "All Smackdown superstars, please go to the General Manager's office, pronto. Thank you, gentlemen."
A very brave cameraman was in the office, where everyone was trying to squeeze their butt in. Or an ear, at the least. Long was in there, looking pleased.
"Lads, I've got good news." Theodore said, smiling ear to ear.
"You're retiring?" JBL said hopefully. Please oh please oh please oh please--
Long looked at him oddly. "Uh, no, tough luck for you lad. Where was I? Oh yeah, well, you guys are going on vacation to Puerto Rico for a whole month. They were jumping around in victory, particularly the cruiserweights. One jumped, the others followed, eventually building up a stack of falling... people. While that happened, Matt Morgan, in his near total isolation, seemed very pleased with the announcement.
"V-v-v-v-v-AUGH! V-v-v-v-BLEAH! V-v-v-v-vac---"
As Matt Morgan is left to his speech impediment, it was so clear, and so comedic, that everyone was jumping around like they had some kind of mental disorder. Long just laughed and shook his head. Those playas, actin' like lil' kids, he muttered.
Pretty soon, they became sober, God only knows how. Then some midget broke the silence.
"When are we going?"
"Wait a sec playa..." Long said, shuffling through some papers, "ah, next week."
"Got that."
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Short chappie. I know. But the next will be longer. I promise.