Meteor Garden (Hana Yori Dango)

WWE style

Cast:

Makino Tsukushi/Li Shan Cai: Trish Stratus

Domyouji Tsukasa/Dao Ming Shi: Chris Jericho

Hanazawa Rui/Hua Zhe Lei: John Cena

Nishikado Soujirou/Er Xi Men: Randy Orton

Mimasaka Akira/Chen Mei Zhuo: Christian

Endou Makiko + Sanjou Sakurako/Zai Li Zhen: Christy Hemme

Matsuoka Yuki/Er Xiao You: Ashley Massaro

Aoike Kazuya/Qing He: Edge

Todou Shizuka/Teng Tang Jing: Stacy Keibler

Mama: Sable

Papa: Stone Cold Steve Austin

Domyouji Tsubaki/Dao Ming Zhuang: Stephanie McMahon

Domyouji Kaede/Dao Ming Feng: Linda McMahon

Ookawahara Shigeru/Xiao Zhi: Lita

Asai Yuriko, Yamano Minako, and Ayuhara Eriko/Bai He & Qing Hui: Torrie Wilson, Melina Perez & Candice Michelle

Junpei/Model Guy: Test

Boys Over Flowers

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters—they belong to the mega wrestling company, WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). The original story this fic is based on, Hana Yori Dango/Meteor Garden, are fully copyrighted works of Yoko Kamio and Taiwan TV Cable network.

Summary: A poor girl enters a very elite senior high school, where all the students talk about are Prada, Gucci, and Vegas. Hoping to survive until graduation, she's devastated to discover that the school is ruled by the towering F4 (Flower 4), who bully and expel the students who dare to go against them. How will she make it through the three years—one year, at least—of study?

A/N: Let's just pretend that all the wrestlers are in high school (despite the age differences), ok? Except for parents, of course.

Chapter 2: The Encounter

"I can't believe what they did to Charlie and Shelton!" Christy said.

Trish nodded. "I know."

The two girls were walking home from the school. Even though Trish knew that Christy had a chauffeur, but the redhead insisted to talk home together. That day, they had witnessed a horrible punishment for going against F4. And they could do nothing but watch!

"They are not going to make me bow down before them!" Trish declared, determined. Christy grinned.

As they were walking, a black Rolls Royce rode past. It stopped in front of Trish and Christy. The passenger door opened, and Torrie Wilson stepped out.

"Walking home again?" she asked mockingly. Trish glared at her, while Christy looked frightened. Torrie glanced at the redhead. She searched her purse, and took out a scented handkerchief. "Here. Your skin is all dirty from walking too much. But remember to return it; it's Chanel." Christy's face turned red. Torrie went inside her car. "If I wasn't for you, Trish, our school would've got in the World Records: All students take cars to go to and from school." She left.

Trish gritted her teeth, punching a nearby tree. Christy was surprised. "Christy, just throw away that hanky. You wouldn't need it."

"I'm home!"

Sable came out from the kitchen. "Honey, you're home!"

Trish took off her shoes. Sable grinned. "How was school?"

Trish frowned. "Just as what I expected. They don't care about studying. All they talk about is Chanel, Prada, Gucci. What rich bitches!"

Instead, Sable smiled. "Hey, hey… that's the reason we entered you to a rich school like WWE Elite Senior High, so you can feel like a rich girl!" Trish walked to the dining room, busting for lunch. "Hey, did you meet any cute guys? Cute, rich guys?" Sable asked, grinning.

"Mom, I go to school to study… Not to hook up with boys!" Trish protested. She knocked on the toilet door. "Dad, I'm home!"

"No, no… the other reason we want you at the school is for you to marry a rich guy, who can support our commoner life. Then we'll all be rich and happy!" Sable continued dreamily. Trish rolled her eyes.

"I doubt I'll want to date any of them," she muttered. Especially boys like F4.

"We've got chicken and some fish. They're near the stoves," Sable said.

Trish took a plate, and filled it with chicken. She sat down in her dining chair. I don't want to disappoint my parents. They work so hard for me to get into WWE Elite Senior High. She remained silent throughout the meal.

Austin came out of the toilet. He took a can of beer from the fridge. "Hey, how was school?"

Trish sighed.

In her room, Trish lied in her bead. She stared at the ceiling. I'm only a commoner. I don't fit in the elite school. But I hope I can survive. Only three years to go. I pray not to stand out. She closed her eyes.

"Hey, look!"

People pointed and screamed. "That's F4!" "Really?" "Wow!"

It was recess, and Trish and Christy had to pass the Main Hall to reach the library. They stopped to see what the crowd was on about. Trish's blood froze when she saw the four most popular boys at school.

Christy's jaws dropped. Trish gulped. She remembered what the students said on Orientation Day.

"One of them is an ultimate playboy. He has a new girlfriend every week, and sometimes never dumps the previous one. One time, he had about 21 girlfriends surrounding him. He's very arrogant and outspoken. His father treats him like a saint—he never suspects his son to be such character. In his family, he's the wolf in sheep's skin. His name is Randy Orton." Trish looked at a guy with dark hair and dimple on his chin. He was smiling arrogantly, winking at girls who were crazy about them. He's indeed very handsome, Trish thought angrily.

"Next one is the joker of the group. He likes women who are 10 years older than him, and also a womanizer like Randy, but not as much. He has his own business, which is a huge toy store. He's not as bad as Randy, but he has a sharp tongue. He can make girls cry only with an insult. He's Christian Cage." She looked at a guy, who was whispering something to Randy. He has short, almost-spiky blond hair. He looked very confident.

"The fourth member is the quiet one. His parents own a huge chain of accessories and sports shop. He never seems to be arrogant, and he hardly says a word. A mysterious member. That's John Cena." A guy who was walking behind the other three had a blank expression on his face. He looks the least mean, Trish thought, her mind hoping she was true.

"And the most powerful member: He is the leader of the group. His parents manage a gigantic international business, which makes HUGE profit. They also own a wrestling company. You can say his family is the financial supply which USA relies on. He's the second richest teenager in the world. He's very spoiled and selfish. People are afraid to mock him, because he has about 30 huge, tall bodyguards and they'll beat you into pulp. So far no one has tried to argue with him. He himself is a black belt in karate, judo, and Tae Kwon Do—also wrestling. He's so rich; he also makes money from his rock band. He has 50 servants in his great mansion. The name is… Chris Jericho." Trish narrowed her eyes at the guy, who was leading the group. He had wavy blond hair, and he was wearing sunnies. He looked very snobbish. He's worse than Randy.

"Hey, Randy! Isn't that Michelle McCool?" Christian asked Randy, gesturing to a blond girl, who was screaming madly for them in the crowd.

Randy smirked. "Too bad I've moved on to Lauren Jones." Nevertheless, he gave her a wave. Michelle fainted. Trish rolled her eyes.

"They're that powerful?" Christy asked, astonished.

The students were crowding around the four boys. However, a sudden silence filled the place when an unexpected event happened. Girls shrieked. Trish and Christy were shocked, they shut their eyes. They opened their eyes to see what would happen next. A can of Cola rolled to their feet.

Randy and Christian exchanged smiles. Jericho's eyes were bloodshot. His sunnies had fallen to the floor. Cena looked expressionless. Mr. Bischoff was on the floor. The cans he was carrying fell on the floor… but one hit Jericho! The teacher rubbed his head, and looked up to see who he had bumped into. He staggered backwards instantly when he saw who it was, gasping. Drips of soda trickles down Jericho's angry face.

"Ah…" Bischoff was speechless. Randy and Christian grinned mockingly at him. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" He quickly wiped Jericho's sneakers with his own napkin. "I'M SORRY…" He was sweating, and his face was as red as a boiled lobster.

"He's definitely dead," Randy said.

"Yeah. Totally," Christian chimed in.

"If 'sorry' is good use, then why do we need the police?" Jericho asked, his face murderous. Bischoff had a begging face.

"I know; it's all my fault. Tomorrow you won't see me again at this school," the teacher said hopelessly.

"Spare me the words…!" Jericho raised his arm to hit Bischoff, but the teacher crept away. He stumbled over Trish and Christy. Students gasped. He ran off.

"Assclown," Jericho muttered. He motioned for the other three to move on. He didn't even pick up his sunnies.

Trish widened her eyes in disbelief. I've never seen someone that conceited before, she thought. Unbelievable!

"Looks like our prince, Chris, is pretty mad today," Christian commented. The three walked along, but Cena picked up all the cans and put them in a bin. His eyes met Trish's. The girl blushed.

"Hey, Cena, what are you doing? Hurry up!"

Cena glanced at her for one last time, and left.

Trish let out a breath. Maybe that one is not so bad at all.

Will Trish ever have the chance to catch up with Cena? We'll see more about the four boys later. However, Trish faces the challenge of her life when she stands up to them in the next chapter: Bad Luck.

A/N: I thought Cena would be a good character who's a bit quiet (hmm, I use his old gimmick—not the rapper one—for this story). Well, I like Hana Yori Dango, so I decided to make this fic. But that doesn't mean I've abandoned High School Drama. This story just involves more romance, that's all. Enjoy!