Chapter 12: WrestleMania XVIII

WrestleMania XVIII. March 17, 2002.Toronto, Canada. And Nikki was nervous. Vince had put her up to battle Christian, and by the time Wrestlemania came around, Christian had his eye on the match. Though Trish told her that she had nothing to worry about, that she can kick Christian's ass and that he's going down. Nikki forced a smile, but she still was nervous.

"Why are you all nervous? This is your fourth wrestlemania, and why are you worried now?" John asked.

"I'm not worried about the match, I'm nervous that I might not perform well." Nikki answered.

Trish got up. "Oh come on! You're Nikki Keibler," Trish moved her hands in the air from left to right as she said her name. "You won the WWE title on your debut, and you're nuts for giving it back, you've defeated everyone who challenged you at wrestlemania so far... Including me. Good thing that wasn't for the title... But seriously, you're gonna beat him!"

Nikki got up as well. "Yeah... I can do this! Why the hell am I nervous?"

"I dunno about you but you should be up and at it!" John got up and stood next to Nikki.

The 3 of them looked at each other. "THE 3 AMIGOPS!" The 3 of them started prancing around, an arm around each shoulder.

"And aren't you nervous? I mean," John shuddered. "Jazz and Lita? Man, the she-men. Get a a truckload of them."

Trish chuckled nervously. "No way!"

Nikki looked at her. "Excuse me?"

"OK, maybe I am." Trish corrected herself.

"Don't fret, do your best girlfriend." John snapped his fingers.

"DON'T DO THAT!" Trish and Nikki said, pissed off.

"You look... GAY." Trish said.

"What?" John stopped.

"Yes John, even 1 word, you know." Nikki smiled and patted John on the back, and left the room.

John looked at Trish.

"Oh don't look me." Trish brushed her hair.

"Come one woman I --" John tried to talk.

"Don't call me woman! I hate that!" Trish snapped at John.

"Sorreeeee..." John pouted.

Trish look at John. John had his mouth on a playful frown. "Oh don't do that puppy frown on me."

John left the room, popped his head in the doorway, and pouted again. Trish just shut the door in John's face. Randy ran into the door and rushed into Trish.

"What the hell does the horny one want now?" Trish looked impatiently at Randy.

"OK, Triple H has a match against Chris Jericho right?" Randy started. "He asked me to be ringside with him, next to Stephanie!" Randy squeeled.

"OK, wait. Are you happy being ringside FOR Triple H, or happy being ringside WITH Stephanie?" Trish wanted to make sure of what he was talking about.

"No Trishette, happy to be ringside FOR Hunter." Randy couldn't help but smiling.

"You're smiling too much. What's the big deal?" Trish resumed putting her makeup on.

"The big deal is that we're talking about Triple H here! The Game, the most awesome wrestler ever!" Randy squeeled again.

"OK, it's plain creepy to hear you talk about the same sex, but it's creepier to hear you squeel. Don't do that." Trish waved a finger in Randy's face.

Randy stopped squeeling but ended up smiling still. "Where's Nikki?"

"And you ask for your one and only." Trish muttered under her breath.

Randy stopped smiling. "What?"

"She went to talk to Stacy." Trish thought u of something quick.

"OK... Check you later Trishette." Randy waved bye to Trish and left.

Trish sighed. "What is it with these morons?" Trish shrugged and laced up her ring boots.

"Nikki? Nikki! Oh my gosh, I have to tell you something big!" Randy found Nikki eating donuts at a local complimetary table.

"Ok, deep breath homie!" Nikki calmed Randy down.

"Hunter asked me to be ringside with him at WrestleMania!" Randy jumped for joy.

"NO WAY! Wait... But then that makes 2 people ringside with him. Hmm... Guy's got a posse. Laugh out loud." Nikki continued to munch on her donut.

"Why is it no one cares!" Randy yelled across the hall.

Nikki almost choked on her donut when Randy yelled. "Whoa homie, settle down, no one cares because it's not that big of a deal to everyone else around here. It would be a big deal if YOU yourself were in the title match."

"Oh, then I gues I'm going to have to prove myself. Prove to everyone that I can be the best. Hey Nikki, give me a nickname." Randy stated.

"How about..." Nikki paused to think. "Jackass, twit, loser, horny, dork, bum... MORON!"

Randy faked a laugh. "I'm serious. Help me think."

Nikki thought about it. "How about... Legend Killer?"

Randy looked up from thinking. "Why?"

"Dunno. Came from the top of my head, you said for suggestions, so I gave it. But seriously homie, think about it. Randy Orton... The Legend Killer." Nikki protrayed Randy by doing his legendary pose.

Randy thought about it. "I'll take it!"

"Good! Just don't use it now. Don't start using it until the right time. You're going to sound dorky if you use that now, you haven't "killed" any legends yet." Nikki gave Randy a donut. "Eat them while you can, Stephanie can be quite the donut hogger." Nikki left to go chat with Lita.

"Hmm... Legend Killer... I like it." Randy murmured to himself as he walked back to his locker room.

"OK, this is how it's going to go down, I, walk out to the ring with Stephanie, then I wrestle for say... About 5 minutes? Then Randy, you come in, stare inside the ring, and stand ringside. Got it?" Hunter gave the group a rundown on his plan.

"Why the delay?" Stephanie asked her boyfriend.

"Just to build the suspense." Hunter turned his attention from Stephanie to Randy. "Randy, if at any time it seems like I'm going to lose, ask Stephanie to distract the referee andn you go in and knock the hell out of Chris. Be very careful! Referees watch out a lot."

Randy and Stephanie nodded, and Hunter started walking out of the room. He then turned around to face Stephanie and Randy.

"Guys... You're looking at your NEW, WWE Champion... Triple H!" Hunter aggresively said and did his "Cerebral Assasin" taunt as Stephanie and Randy aplaudded. "It's showtime."

Hunter, Stephanie and Randy walked backstage to the entrance to the ring. Randy stood by the side, making sure he wasn't visible, giving way for Stephanie and Hunter to make ther entrance. Soon Triple H's song played, and he went out, looking hungry for the WWE title. When the match had started, Hunter had been dominated by Chris Jericho, and when it was time for Randy to come out, he came out, having the fans looking startled. His entrance music struck, and he walked out into the arena. Fans were looking at him, their undecided chants, mixed with "boos" and cheering, though he didn't care. He went out there because he had a job to do, to make sure that Triple H was to win. Chris Jericho dropped Triple H to look at Randy, and Randy struck him an angry look. This gave Hunter a chance to dominate Chris, and Stephanie told randy to expect the unexpected.

After a while, Chris had seemed to take over the match. Then Hunter had done some reverse strikes and grapples, causing Chris to fall. When the moment came for Chris to hit the Walls of Jericho, Randy signaled to Stephanie and Stephanie climbed onto ropeside, distracting the referee. The referee had missed a submission, as Triple H was tapping to the Walls of Jericho. Randy climbed in the ring, and hit a move that came up from the top of his mind. A jumping diamond cutter. When Chris was lying in the middle of the ring, Randy dragged Triple H to pin Chris's shoulders, and Randy quickly climbed back out. Stephanie pointed to Triple H and climbed down, then soon the referee saw Triple H pinning the champion. Though right before the 3 count, Jericho managed to inch his shoulders. Stephanie groaned, Randy slammed the apron with his hands, and Triple H screamed at the top of his lungs.

Author's Note:

Ha... I'm adding suspense now! As the drama starts... I will leave you hanging right before something big happens. And I will leave it like that. Wanna know what happens next? Read the next chapter you fool!

- bettina isabelle