Well This Sucks... Chapter Two
Summary: Selected superstars of the WWE are taken to school! This time it ain't kindergarten, but sixth grade! How will they cope with the evil seventh and eighth graders that are out to make their life a living hell?
Disclaimer: Still don't own anyone or anything...
Pairing(s): Read and maybe you'll find out...
Author Notes: More characters shall step in, pairings shall unravel... And MarTW, you shall get your wish. No way in hell will Randy & Stacy be paired together, if anything they will be exes and hate each other!

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After Bischoff handed out all of the books, Maria raised her hand.

"Yes..." Eric started, glaring down at his clipboard. "Maria?"

"Ah... What does r-u-l-e-s mean?" Maria asked.

Eric stared at her, trying to understand why she was so stupid.

"It means what you can and can't do, dummy!" Coach sneered.

"Thank you... Coach." Eric replied.

"You're welcome Mr. Bischoff!" Coach replied with a grin.

"Suck up..." Jericho hissed.

"You're only jealous cause I'm in the..." Coach started, three kids out of no where jumped out behind him and said, "The cool group!"

Jericho blinked. "Who are you people?"

"Do you even go to this school?" Torrie asked.

"We do so go to this school!" Danny exclaimed.

"Really? Prove it!" Candice replied as she crossed her arms.

"Okay... Your name is Candice Michelle." Doug stated.

"Oh my god! That is my name!" Candice exclaimed as she clapped her hands together.

"That's just great..." Orlando replied.

"Shouldn't you three be in class?" Eric asked.

"You never seen us..." Danny stated as they backed out of the room.

Doug held his hands up to make a fake gun and jumped out the door James Bond style. Danny did the same and Orlando only shook his head.

"I swear I don't know those guys..." Orlando muttered as he followed them out the door.

"Well that was interesting..." Eric mumbled.

"Are you kidding me! They came out of no where and then their exit... Oh god that was horrible!" Rock snapped.

"Okay..." Eric shook his head before the bell rang once more. "Go to your second hour class."

"Second hour class?" Maria asked.

"Look at your schedule, dimwit!" Coach sneered.

"He called me a dimwit!" Maria cried, "What is a dimwit?"

Most people just shook their heads, while others hurried out of the room so they wouldn't have to spend the rest of the day explaining the simple word dimwit.

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"Get a partner! NOW!" Shrieked Mae.

"Ms. Young, I don't know anybody!" Maria exclaimed.

"Deal with it..." Mae snapped.

Everyone, but Trish, had found a partner quickly. Trish's best friends 'abandoned' her so they could be partners. She shook her head, grabbing Maria's wrist.

"I'll be your partner." Trish mumbled.

"Oh thank you! ... Trish?" Maria replied, unsure if that was her name.

"Yes... It's Trish."

"Okay... Now Coach and.. Danny? What are you doing here? You're not in this class. Coach you go pair up with Rock and Jericho." Mae ordered.

"What? Why do we have to team up with the retard?" Jericho complained.

"Shut up!" Mae snapped. "Now, we're going to play kick ball. When I point to you and your partner you go to where I say, okay?"

"Kick ball? Oh! I like kick ball!" Eugene exclaimed.

"That's nice... Jericho, Rock, Coach.. You're kicking. Eugene, Tajiri... You're in the out field. Trish, Maria, Candice, Torrie.. You're kicking. Lita, Victoria, Molly, Gail... You're in the out field. The group of ten over there, you're kicking... The rest of you are in the out field." Mae finished.

"But what about me, sir?" Asked Kerwin. "I have a broken foot!"

"You're pitching... All time pitcher. And I'm not a sir." Mae sneered.

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After the teams assembled Rock was up first to kick, however it took Kerwin five pitches to make it to Rock, a few even went backwards. Which was odd, but still someone was stupid enough to kick it anyway, Eugene, and it wound up going to Rock.

"OWW!" Stacy yelled as the ball Rock had just kicked connected with her head.

"Oh, sorry Stacy..." Rock mumbled as he ran past her.

"JERK!" Stacy snapped.

Rock laughed before sliding for second.

"ROCK! WOOO!" The kickers screamed as he was declared safe.

"Ms. Young! Coach peed his pants!" Jeff exclaimed, raising his hand.

"I DID NOT!" Coach snapped.

"Did too! There's yellow stuff by your feet." Jeff pointed to the floor.

"No, Jeff... That's the color of the gym floor." Matt stated, patting Jeff on the shoulder.

"Man, what do you know!" Jeff hissed, slapping Matt's hand away.

Just as the line moved up a little, Matt slipped in something, causing everyone to glare at Coach.

"YOU DID PEE YOUR PANTS!" Someone exclaimed.

"Oh my god.." Mae shook her head, "Coach... Go change, then after you're done.. clean up your pee. Everyone try not to step in it or roll around in it. Oh and Matt, you may go change as well."

Matt and Coach headed back to the locker room, Jeff smirking as he yelled. "I TOLD YOU SO!"

Matt shook his head, mumbling something about how he was just testing Jeff or something like that.

"Christy you're up!" Mae exclaimed.

"OH yay!" Christy exclaimed, jumping onto the plate.

Kerwin shook his head and rolled the ball, coincidentally it rolled in the puddle of pee.

"Well there goes the game." Mae mumbled.

"Oh come on!" Everyone complained.

"I'm going to beat that kid up." Kane hissed, smashing his fists together.

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Meanwhile...

"Draw me the statue of liberty to your best ability." Al requested.

"Mr. Snow... I do not know what the statue of liberty is." Jade, a foreign exchange student who coincidentally knew English.

"Well draw a statue, and write liberty on it." Al replied.

"OKAY!" Jade exclaimed, starting to draw a picture of a statue.

"Randy... Do you think this looks good?" Dave asked, holding up his paper.

"Dave.. He asked us to draw a picture of the statue of liberty... That's a butterfly." Randy declared.

Dave glared at the paper, which had a perfectly drawn butterfly on it.

"So..." Dave mumbled, before writing liberty on the butterfly. "Now it can be the statue of liberty. Let me see yours if you're so damn good!"

"Okay..." Randy replied before holding up a fairly well drawn statue of liberty.

"Who knew everyone in our class was a professional artist?" Undertaker exclaimed as he drew a picture of a grave with a hand sticking out of the ground.

"That's an interesting statue of liberty Taker..." Al mumbled as he passed him.

"Thanks... I drew it myself!" Undertaker stated.

"Okay, now let's share our pictures... Taker how about you first?" Al asked.

"Okay... Here is my statue of liberty. Like it or you shall... REST IN PEACE!" Undertaker warned, rolling his eyes back.

"Oh snap!" Cena exclaimed. "Your eyes are in the back of your head man!"

"Ah... Let's just ah... Free draw for the rest of the hour." Al offered, before rushing to his desk and typing an e-mail to the principal about how he thinks Taker is a bad influence on the other kids.

To Be Continued...

Pairings will be formed later in the story, like the next chapter or so...