High School Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters – they belong to the mega wrestling company, WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment).
Summary: A high school comedy about love, friendship, bullies, cliques, and basically all the elements which make up a good high school drama! Starring John Cena, The Hardy Boyz, Lita, Triple H, Randy Orton, Stacy Keibler, Y2J, Kurt Angle, Christy Hemme, JBL, Torrie Wilson, Trish Stratus, HBK, Los Guerreros, and many more!
A/N: Let's just pretend that all the wrestlers are in high school (despite the age differences), ok? Well, except for the really old ones or legends like Vince McMahon, Linda McMahon, Ric Flair, Hulk Hogan, Mick Foley, and those other ones. I'll be considering for the medium-aged ones like JBL, Triple H, Booker T and HBK to be in University. I don't know—depends on how the story goes.
By the way, this story is set before the Draft Lottery.
Chapter 2: Cliques and Gangs
When Cena opened his eyes, he saw three people in red shirts were sitting next to him. He realised he was sent to the nurse—seeing shelves of medicines near the end of his bed—and had his head bandaged.
"Who are you guys?"
The guy with black hair answered, "I'm Matt Hardy, and this girl is Lita. That multi-coloured dude over there is my brother, Jeff. We hit your head with a ball. We're so sorry. By the way, you were only asleep for fifteen minutes, so lunch isn't over yet."
Cena rubbed his head. "Nah, it's cool, man."
"You're new, aren't you?" Lita asked. Cena nodded. "By the way, the three of us are known as The Team eXtreme, because we're always in the same group for wrestling matches," Lita said. "But," she referred to the Hardy brothers, "two of them are known as The Hardy Boyz."
Jeff observed him closely.
"Do you like rock?" Jeff asked enthusiastically. Cena groaned. Another rock music lover!
"Actually…" Cena stopped, afraid of Jeff's reaction. "…I like rap better."
Jeff looked normal. "Oh that's cool. Rap's okay for me." Cena felt relieved. Matt smacked his brother on the head.
"You idiot! He's just woken up, and you asked him about music. Why don't we make friends with him and get to know him further," Matt suggested. Lita nodded.
"I'm John Cena, and you guys can call me John or Cena; I don't care either way." After a brief introduction, Jeff asked if Cena would like them to take him to explore the school cliques and posses.
They started with the Mexicans in the canteen. "They're the infamous Los Guerreros. They're a family. Their motto is Lie, Cheat, and Steal. The one with yellow hair streaks is Eddie, who is an expert thief, and the younger-looking one is Chavo, who always follows whatever Eddie says. You don't really expect them to be tough, but when you think your precious iPod is missing, you'll know that the have Los Guerreros stolen it. Even though they're very close, but they're sometimes in fights," Matt explained. Then he pointed to the short masked guy who was already eating his lunch with another short guy with ponytail in blue shirt.
"The masked guy is Rey Mysterio. He's also Mexican. He is best friends with Eddie, but Chavo is always trying to break their friendship. Well, Rey is very cool and nice, too. He's a high-flyer wrestler. The other guy who sat with him with a ponytail, also a high-flyer, is Rob Van Dam—simply RVD. He's the man who refers himself as cool and as Mr. Thursday Night—God knows why. But he's indeed cool. So, if you want cool people to chat with, you can just talk to them." Cena nodded, staring at RVD and Rey, who were laughing at the Los Guerreros getting caught.
The foursome moved on to the group of girls who waved at Cena earlier. Lita scoffed. "These girls are the most popular and probably the richest at school. Also look up for the words: skankiest, sluttiest, and bitchiest." Jeff laughed at this comment. "It's true! They steal people's boyfriends and spread the nastiest gossips about other people. They're all in the cheerleading team. That's their leader there," Lita referred to a blonde bombshell in a blue dress, who was faking a laugh and tossed her hair. "Torrie Wilson, the Queen Bee. Always gets what she wants. She has about 50 boys mad about her. But she only chooses one: Billy Kidman." Lita pointed at a handsome dark-haired boy in a blue shirt, who was sitting next to Torrie. (A/N: This is a reference to Peter Gruner Bill Kidman's real-life marriage with Torrie Wilson.)
"The other girls, like Candice Michelle, Michelle McCool, and Joy Giovanni, are just her followers; they hang out with her only to become popular. She has two best sidekicks, Trish Stratus—the blond girl in red shirt—and Christy Hemme—a red-haired girl in red shirt. They obey her every words, and are very loyal to her."
Jeff pointed at another dark-haired boy in blue shirt who was sitting next to Billy. "And that's Paul London. He's Billy's best friend and partner in P.E. activities. Also, he always teams up with Billy in Tag Team wrestling matches. Girls like him 'cos he's straightforward and easygoing." He squinted his eyes at Paul.
Lita whispered to Cena, "Jeff's just jealous because he doesn't have any girlfriends… If only he stops colouring his hair then maybe girls wouldn't consider him a freak." Matt chuckled at this. Jeff yelled, "I heard that!"
Then as they were talking, Cena saw the two running boys who were holding a large bag he saw earlier. Eric Bischoff was still chasing them to the library.
"You guys are dead meat! That's it! You guys are so not participating in the next upcoming Sports Carnival!" he yelled. He had a very frustrated look on his face. He clearly didn't read the big sign saying: This is the library. Please be silent.
"I think the boys' names are Shelton and Charlie…" Cena tried to recall.
"Yep." Matt smiled. "Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas, self-proclaimed world's greatest prank masters. They used to be the subordinates of this guy named Kurt Angle, but they betrayed him. They are annoying and always think up pranks. Students get tired of them."
"And that man…" Jeff indicated to Eric Bischoff, "is Mr. Eric Bischoff, the GM of RAW. Oh! We haven't explained about factions to you, have we?" Cena shook his head.
"It's ok, guys. Really. Mr. McMahon explained it to me when I first entered the school." When Cena informed them that he didn't understand the shirt colours, Matt added that red shirts symbolise RAW and blue shirts are worn by people of SmackDown! "For example, Shelton is wearing red shirt. This means he's in RAW."
Lita grinned. "Do you know what faction you are in?"
Cena flinched. "Well… actually, that's the problem. He hadn't quite put me in one yet…" He scratched his head. The Team eXtreme gasped.
"What do you mean he didn't! Well, you'd better be in RAW, man! You just got to! I mean, we can't let you stay with the freaks of SmackDown, right!" Jeff was mad. Cena felt uncomfortable. Jeez, he thought. What does it matter anyway? But he was secretly hoping he would be chosen to be in RAW.
"I guess we'll need to see Mr. McMahon and ask him," Lita suggested. "After we finish introducing John to all these people." They kept on walking.
They stopped near the boys who had Evolution written on their red shirts. The brunette girl was gone; but the blonde girl was still there, still talking to the arrogant-looking guy with charming smile. The gruff-faced guy was discussing something with the large guy and white-haired old man.
"Well, they are known as the Evolution—the most powerful gang in this school. They boss over everyone, and people are afraid of them. At least not us, the Team eXtreme. Anyway, the grumpy-looking guy, whose name is Triple H and calls himself The Game, is engaged to Mr. McMahon's daughter, Stephanie. This makes him the most powerful student in this school. People hate him, except for Evolution themselves."
"Stephanie… you mean the brunette girl?" Cena asked, thinking of the brunette girl who was arguing with Triple H.
"Bingo! You've seen her? Yeah, even though they like each other, but they are constantly in fights. I don't think that Mr. McMahon ever approves to their relationship," Matt explained.
"What does the name Triple H (HHH) stand for?" Cena asked curiously.
"Hunter Hearst-Helmsley. That's his full name. But he doesn't like people calling him that. He feels the name's too formal. If you call him that, he'll probably have Batista giving you the Batista Bomb. Also, he's a pretty spoiled guy. When he first came to this school, he considered himself as 'blue-blooded'; you know what I mean?" Jeff said. "And he used to arrive in a Mercedes. Now he rides a black limo."
"The large guy with dragon tattoo is Batista. Dave Batista. He is a bit slow-minded, but not exactly the first guy you'd want to mess with. Batista's very fierce and can be very violent when he wants to. The white-haired man is Ric Flair, Triple H's personal assistant a.k.a. advisor, and always accompanies him everywhere he goes.
"And last but not least—Randy Orton. The most arrogant and sophisticated member of Evolution, Randy is a bit of a playboy. He dates every girl he thinks is cute. Not only he thinks high of himself, but he's very spoiled by his father, the legendary 'Cowboy' Bob Orton Jr. The man thinks his son is an absolute saint. The tall girl in red dress is Stacy Keibler, his forever-long girlfriend. She's one of Torrie Wilson's best friends. She thinks Randy is a perfect guy, and she never suspects him cheating with any other girls. God, why can't she just dump him?" Lita said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Cena coughed. They moved on.
Next they met the guy who was still showing off a medal—gold medal—to a bunch of bored people. Jeff sighed. He pointed to the show-off person.
"That dude there is Kurt Angle, the one I mentioned as Shelton and Charlie's ex-mentor. He's a golden boy—every teacher's pet. All teachers nominate him for Student Of The Month. A bit of goody-two-shoes, if you know what I mean. As you can see, he loves showing off the gold medal that he won in the 1996 Olympics. If you touch his medal for just 1 millisecond, he'll kick your butt. Thank goodness he hasn't seen you, 'cos if he did, you'll be bored to death by his story version of victory over the medal. By the way, as if to add to the fact that he's a perfect student, he doesn't read Playboy."
"He's okay sometimes, but a bit of a show-off." Matt added. "He's also a perfectionist. His goal is to be number one in every subject."
Jeff interrupted. "You see the two blonde boys in red shirts, who are talking near the tree?" Cena nodded. The Canadian guys, he smirked. "They're Christian and Edge. Christian is the shorter one, and he calls himself Captain Charisma. He's always looking for trouble, and Edge is just his partner in crime. They are practically brothers. I heard they were childhood friends. Anyway, they're a bit weird and don't try to bond with them… 'cos you'll become weird like them."
When the foursome walked to a pretty empty space near the sports ground, Cena saw two people in red shirts making out… and they're both guys! He pretended to throw up. Lita laughed.
"Those guys? Billy Gunn and Chuck Palumbo. As you can see, they're gay. In other words, not straight. There was a rumour going on around the school that Chuck pleaded Billy to be his 'partner for life'. Now that's just wrong." Lita said, her voice in disgust. Matt sneered.
"You know what? I heard they often have 'sleepovers' in each other's house every weekend." He laughed. Jeff frowned, but a smile appeared on his lips. Cena covered his ears, clenching his teeth. "Okay, okay, that's just too much information."
"They're even worse than Rico," Jeff added, pointing to a guy with enormous sideburns in blue shirt but with pink pants. He was reading a fashion magazine, with a girl in blue top sitting next to him. "And that's Miss Jackie, Charlie Haas' girlfriend. She had a conflict with Dawn Marie, who claimed she dated Charlie, three months ago. Now they still avoid each other. Miss Jackie is a nice girl but is very ferocious when angry." However, Rico waved at them unexpectedly. Team eXtreme pretended to ignore him, while Cena just smiled uneasily. Then they ran off.
"While Evolution may be the jocks, let us show you the school bullies," Matt said. "The last thing you ever want to do is to mess with them."
They tiptoed to a dark corner which was located behind the gym. Three big people were there—two were dressed in red shirts. One was bald with piercing eyes, one was female, muscly with raven hair, and another was a guy in blue jacket who looked like a bikie. They turned around when they saw the foursome approaching.
"Well, well… looks like we've got a guest, Kane," the female said, talking to the bald guy. The guy looked at Cena coldly.
"Are… you… new?" he growled, his voice deep and frightening. Jeff and Matt gulped, and Lita holding on to Cena. Cena nodded, sweating.
"Then perhaps… we should warn you… don't come mess with us, unless you want us to teach you some lesson," Kane cracked his knuckles. The female laughed. She sounded like a mad woman.
"I'm Victoria, and this guy here is a senior. His name is Mark Calaway—nicknamed The Undertaker—and he's Kane's brother," the female pointed to the bikie, who was narrowing his eyes at Cena. "And I think Kane is right. Don't make us mad, or we will make you suffer in the most unbearable pain."
Jeff flinched. "I… I think we'll probably go now…" Cena could tell he was very anxious. Jeff stepped back, giving a signal to the others to go. Unfortunately, when they thought they made it out, Cena accidentally knocked The Undertaker's motorbike. It fell on the ground with a sharp thud. Matt's eyes bulged; Lita gasped, clasping her mouth in terror; and Jeff looked like a drunk who just lost a bet. Cena himself was trembling slightly. Oh great, he thought. My first day in WWE Private Academy and I'm already in trouble with the school's top bullies.
Undertaker rose to his feet. His face showed a very terrorising expression and he didn't blink—he only stared hard at Cena. From the corner of his eye, Cena could see Lita nudging Matt in panic. Jeff gulped. Victoria and Kane sneered. The Undertaker was about to turn Cena into mince meat when…
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" An unfamiliar hoarse voice called out. All seven heads were turned. Four men (who looked like seniors)—not the Evolution—were standing behind them. All wore red shirts. Why are there so many RAW people? Cena protested in his mind.
The guy with the hoarse voice smiled. "Take it easy, 'Taker. You know a new kid on the block never wants to mess with bullies." He had long ginger-blonde hair, and he was grinning broadly. The Undertaker didn't blink nor smile. Victoria scowled.
"Back off, Michaels," she said. Kane looked challenged. He was about to leap up from his seat when a tanned guy with sunglasses held him back. He had a picture of a large bull on his red shirt.
"Jeez, Kane, calm down! The Rock says you'll stay silent there or he'll kick you and your bro's candy asses!" the guy shouted confidently. He then exchanged proud smiles with the bald guy on his right, who was holding a can of beer. "You know you don't want to be beaten up by The Rock!"
"Let's get out of here, you kids," the beer guy indicated at Cena and team eXtreme. They walked away from the bullies' place and another guy with long, dark blonde hair patted on Cena's shoulders.
"You know you don't make fun of them people, new boy," the guy advised. "I'm Kevin Nash, by the way; this guy who restrained Victoria—" Kevin pointed at the long-haired guy "—is Shawn Michaels. He calls himself the Main Event, The Showstopper, the Icon—"
Shawn Michaels was beaming. "The Heartbreak Kid! Call me HBK, kid. You know what? I'll tell you who these two guys are." He directed a finger at the tanned guy with sunglasses and the guy holding a can of beer. They smirked confidently. "This one with the sunglasses is probably the loudest guy here: The Rock. He loves interrupting Mr. McMahon's assembly announcements and once he gets the hold of the mic, he'll talk non-stop. The guy holding a beer can is Stone Cold Steve Austin. He has a thing for beer—it's like he simply can't live without it."
"That's right!" Stone Cold grinned proudly. He then took another can of beer out of nowhere; tossed it in the air, then squashed it together with the other. He then poured the beer flowing out of both cans to his face. It must have felt like glory to him. The Rock laughed, and they gave each other a high-five.
"Well, see you kids around later," Kevin Nash gave them thumbs-up. He walked away to a bigger building that was located next to the assembly centre. Shawn Michaels winked at Cena. Good luck, he mouthed. The Rock and Stone Cold patted his shoulder. Cena smiled proudly.
Team eXtreme looked like they won huge lottery jackpot. "Wow… I can't believe it!" Matt finally spoke. "They just talked to us! The cool guys! The seniors who refer themselves as The Clique (A/N: I'll be referring The Clique as the group consisting HBK, Kevin Nash, The Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin from now on)!" Cena tilted his head. "The Clique?"
"The Clique is, like, the coolest group in this school… ever! Aren't they just awesome dudes? Their leader is The Rock, and the second-in-command is HBK. HBK used to be Triple H's best friend, but their friendship began to fall apart when Triple H was engaged to Stephanie. Anyway, thank goodness they saved us from the bullies. I knew The Rock was about to deliver The Rock Bottom to Kane," Jeff babbled on excitedly. "We've been in this school for, like, ever… but no one even noticed we existed here. It's all thanks to you, John!"
"No worries, Jeff." They sound desperate, Cena thought. "They are seniors?"
Lita nodded. "Yeah. It means they're going to graduate to University next year. This is their last year in high school. By the way, the University is just located right there across the sports field." She pointed to a tall, huge orange building with a clock tower on the roof. "Other people who also graduate are Booker T, Chris Benoit and JBL." Matt signalled to the direction of three people—two in blue shirts—walking away from the photography lab. They seemed to be in a heated argument. Each had a furious look on his face.
"Booker T," Matt said, signalling to the African guy in blue shirt with dreadlock hair, "is one of the few people who can breakdance. I'm hopeless in it. Anyway, he's also known as a carefree guy who doesn't give a damn about what people think of him. He's also one of the SmackDown! star. He's nice, but a bit bad-tempered. Next to him in blue shirt—a tall guy with wide white hat—is JBL. The guy from Texas who thinks he's from New York. His full name is John Bradshaw Layfield, but people find it too annoying to call him with that long name. Let me tell you, he's the next worst arrogant person in this school after Triple H and Randy Orton. Unlike Randy who focuses in checking out girls, JBL tends to focus more in making money." Jeff and Lita shook their heads, staring at JBL in disapproval. "He can be rude sometimes. And annoying. He's the teacher's pet in the Small Business Management class, and everyday always finds a new way to invest money. Don't pick the class, or he'll pick on you everyday. This is because he like to pick on junior—another bully.
"He also has three minions: Orlando Jordan (Chief Of Staff) and the bossy twins named Basham Brothers (Secretary Of Defense). They are very faithful to him, and always tell other people to get lost. If anyone ever stood up to him—which are many—Orlando will command the Bashams to bash him up. But enough about JBL. That guy in red shirt who has chipped tooth is Chris Benoit—probably one of the most respected wrestler and student in this school. He's rather quiet and serious. I guess he's a pretty good student who concentrates enough on school works. But though he doesn't talk much, he's ready to kick some butt when someone annoys him—especially when that person insults his chipped tooth. Just like Rey Mysterio, Benoit is best friends with Eddie—but Chavo hates him. In simpler words, Chavo is like a dictator."
Suddenly the bell rang, indicating the lunchtime was over.
"Oh, no!" Lita yelled. "I have Spanish now!"
Cena asked, "What's wrong?"
"It means she has to be in the same class as the Los Guerreros," Matt chuckled. Lita glared, "Not funny. Last time they stole my P.E. shorts. I had to run ten laps as a punishment for not wearing the proper uniform."
"They're in your P.E. class, too?" Cena asked, surprised. Bad luck, he thought. But are the Los Guerreros that bad?
"You'll have to go to the administration office to get your timetable. You know, your class schedule," Jeff stated. Cena gave them thumbs up, and they all went to different directions. Matt had English and Jeff had Photography.
What will Cena's timetable show him the classes he has? Will he be put in SmackDown! or RAW (a bit obvious here)? Find out in the next chapter: Disaster in Maths.
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