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 7: Tournaments and Titles
At Cena's apartment, 4:30pm
Matt, Lita and Cena were sitting on the floor, concentrating.
"What did Mr. McMahon mean by a tournament?" Cena asked.
Matt shook his head. "I don't know. Yet another unexpected announcement from the Principal."
"It must be something serious," Lita added. "Because he said we'll get our revenge by then: the upcoming tournament. It sounds challenging—"
"Cena, do you have chips?" Jeff interrupted. He was checking through Cena's fridge, sniffing for food. Matt and Lita glared at him.
"Yeah, they're in the cupboard," Cena answered. Jeff grinned and started opening the cupboard.
"So, as I was saying," Lita continued. "This whole tournament thing sounds very challenging. I think all students are looking forward to it."
"Yeah," Matt agreed. "I'm very curious. Maybe Vince wants us to—"
Jeff interrupted him again. "Cena, do you have any Fanta?" He had three packets of chips in his hands. Matt gave him a deadly stare, while Lita and Cena just sighed.
"In the supermarket," Cena answered. Jeff frowned.
"I'll just take Pepsi then," he said, taking a bottle of cold Fanta from the fridge. He opened it and poured it to a cup. While drinking, he noticed the other three's stares. "You guys want some?"
"Let's watch a DVD," suggested Cena. Lita and Matt nodded, with Jeff unconscious next to them after being beaten up by Matt. Since they decided to have a sleepover, Cena pulled out The Butterfly Effect, Kungfu Hustle, and Se7en (A/N: I love these three movies!) from his DVD rack. "Which one?"
"Butterfly Effect," Lita said, stretching.
"Se7en," answered Matt.
"Kungfu… Hustle," suggested Jeff, who was awakened already.
Cena sighed. "Let's have a draw." He wrote the DVD's titles on separate pieces of small paper and placed them into a tissue box. He shook the box and slowly took out a piece of paper. He read the title written on it. "Kungfu Hustle it is!"
Jeff cheered. "Yeah baby, bring it on!" Lita and Matt groaned in disapproval. They were in no mood for some silly martial arts comedy. But just as Cena was inserting the disc into the DVD player, the doorbell rang.
Cena opened the door, and gasped. "Trish!"
Trish Stratus was standing before him, smiling shyly. "Hi," she greeted. She was holding up two grocery bags. "Bought these on the way. Mind if I come in?"
Still dumbfounded, Cena let her in and locked the door. Team eXtreme were watching Kungfu Hustle, with Matt and Lita yawning. Jeff looked very excited.
"Ehem," Cena coughed. The trio turned and were stunned to see Trish. "Guys, Trish is here." They didn't answer. Trish waved uneasily at them.
Lita looked confused. "Why is Trish here?"
Trish smiled awkwardly. "I was just walking back from the grocery store and uhh… I passed this apartment, so I thought maybe I would pay a visit…"
"How did you know where Cena lives and his room number?" Matt eyed Trish suspiciously.
Trish looked agitated. "Uhh… Torrie told me." Jeff gave The People's Eyebrow (copyright of The Rock). "And how did she know?"
Trish shrugged. "I don't know. But she's the Queen Bee. She knows everything."
"Bet she's got all her posse to spy on Cena, since he's a new kid," Lita said.
"Anyway," Trish continued, "Can I sit somewhere? My legs hurt from all the walking." She took off her high heels and rubbed her sore feet. Lita rolled her eyes. Typical, she thought. Couldn't even walk far 'cos it would ruin her heels.
"Trish," Matt said. "The grocery store is only one block from here." He pointed out Cena's apartment window. Trish remained silent, fiddling with her blond locks.
"Why don't we just let her sit?" Cena asked, annoyed with the situation. He motioned Trish to sit down on the couch.
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At WWE Private Academy, 9:30am
Vince McMahon's voice boomed loud and clear through the PA speakers.
"For the first time in 10 years after the controversy between Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair for the WWE Championship, the title belts will be held up once again. The titles cannot be handed to any person, they HAVE TO EARN IT. So I decided to hold up a tournament for each title. Today until tomorrow, a qualification system will be held. Each student's name will be randomly drawn from a hat and will face random opponents for their qualification match. The more impressive they are, the bigger their chance will be to be part of the top championship. The girls, tag teams and cruiserweights won't need qualification matches though, as there will only be one title they will be going for – the Women's Championship, World Tag Team Championship or Cruiserweight Championship. All titles will be open to all factions and the new champions will be honoured to bring the title to their faction. Don't worry; everyone will definitely be at least in one tournament. If you suck and lose your qualification match, you can have a go at the US Championship." He laughed maniacally at this last remark. Students were silent, looking at one another. Vince coughed, then continued. "If you win but you aren't impressive enough, you will be put in the tournament for the Intercontinental Championship."
Students discussed about this excitedly among themselves. Vince continued. "Oh. And since you all have to impress me, cheating won't—" he put an emphasis at the word strongly, "—be allowed." He looked at Evolution through the school monitor with a look of disgust.
Triple H had a look of arrogance on his face, with his hand on Stephanie's shoulders; Ric Flair was grinning at Batista who was scratching his head; Randy was smiling cockily with Stacy by his side. They were sitting on a large bench in the middle of the quad that had a huge Evolution graffiti on it. No other students dared to stand near them. This made them smile even more.
In his office, Vince drew two names out of a hat (A/N: How very old-fashioned!) to decide the first qualification match. He frowned. He spoke to the mic, "Of course, university students are also allowed to compete." This was met with huge cheers from the University Quad. "So, the first qualification match will be… The Undertaker vs. Steven Richards!"
Students stayed silent, and a few started murmuring. Indeed they were going to support the powerful Undertaker, but he was the scariest of the school bullies. And of course, no one went for Richards. He was standing next to Victoria, jumping up and down excitedly. Victoria backed off from him. Then she swore something under her breath that sounded like she would never ever stand next to SR again. John Cena knew this would be a one-sided match, and was interested in seeing The Undertaker's strength.
The Undertaker vs. Steven Richards – Qualification Match
Undertaker got a headlock. Richards escaped with an irish-whip to the ropes but Taker came off with a shoulder block. Taker ran to the ropes and came back with another shoulder block, strong enough that it sent Steven Richards flying to the outside of the ring. Richards came back in and received a big right hand to the jaw. Undertaker irish-whipped Richards to a turnbuckle and hit multiple fists to the abdomen and one to the face to finish it off. Undertaker twisted Richards' arm and hit a right hand to it. Undertaker twisted it again. He hung onto it and walked slowly up to the top rope and jumped off to connect with a flying shoulder breaker. Undertaker lifted up Steven Richards and got him in the Snake Eyes followed with a big boot and a Legdrop. Undertaker covered but only got a two-count.
Undertaker picked Steven Richards up but Richards gave an eye poke. Undertaker backed away to the corner but Richards turned him around and got a chest chop. Richards irish-whipped Taker to the turnbuckle, Taker groggily walked few steps and got a running DDT as Richards tried a back body drop. Taker signalled for the Chokeslam. Richards stood up and Taker caught him in the throat. Richards quickly hit a knee to gut and hit his Stevie-T (Double Arm DDT) finishing manoeuvre. Richards covered but seemed frustrated as he barely got a two count. Richards couldn't believe that Taker just kicked out of his finishing move. Richards went up to the corner and signalled for the Stevie Kick (Super Kick). Taker stood up and turned around. As Richards was about to nail Taker with the kick, Taker ducked, ran to the ropes and got a jumping clothesline. Taker sat up and signalled for the Chokeslam once again. Richards got up and received a Chokeslam. Taker signalled for The Last Ride (Elevated Powerbomb) and hit the move. Taker covered Richards and got the three-count.
Result: Undertaker def. Steven Richards via pinfall
Afterwards, Undertaker did a throat slash. He went on to pick up Richards and got the Tombstone Piledriver (Reverse Piledriver). Taker drove out of the ring on his motorbike, and his brother Kane followed him. Victoria was going to attend her so-called "boyfriend" on the ring but decided against it. Shrugging, she followed Kane and 'Taker outside the gym.
Most students, including Team eXtreme and Cena, didn't really care about the match that just had been held. Obviously, The Undertaker was going to win. Evolution laughed and pointed at Richards, out cold, who was being escorted by the referees.
"Next, we have our second qualification match for the day," Vince continued, looking at the two names he had drawn out of the hat. "Chris Masters vs. Rikishi!"
"Who?" Cena asked Team eXtreme. They pointed to a guy in red shirt with bulging muscles, grinning confidently, accompanied by a Masterpiece theme song.
"Chris Masters," Matt said. "He's the guy who always shows off his muscles, but is an airhead." Masters made his way to the ring and raised one eyebrow at Rikishi. Scotty 2 Hotty was shouting at Rikishi, "Back that ass up!"
Qualification Match results over the next 60 minutes:
Rikishi def. Chris Masters via pinfall following the Samoan Drop and Rump Shaker at the 11-minute mark. Rikishi advanced to WWE Championship tournament. Then he did a pyro dance.
Tyson Tomko def. Simon Dean via KO (knock out) following the Yakuza big boot at the 4-minute mark. Tomko advanced to WWE Championship tournament.
Maven def. Gene Snitsky via pinfall following the missile dropkick, M-Pact (Top-rope Bulldog), and M-Plosion (Double-Knee Backbreaker) at the 19-minute mark. Maven advanced to Intercontinental Championship tournament.
Ken Kennedy def. Hardcore Holly via pinfall following two Kenton Bombs(Top-rope Inverted Samoan Drop) as Holly kicked out of the first one. The pinfall was scored at the 16-minute mark. Kennedy advanced to WWE Championship tournament.
Mark Jindrak def. Carlito via pinfall following multiple fists and Mark of Excellence (Elevated Side Slam)at the 10-minute mark. Jindrak advanced to Intercontinental Championship tournament.
Vince took out two more names out of the stupid hat. Then he sneered. "Excellent," he murmured to himself. "And the upcoming match after recess… Chris Jericho vs. Triple H!" This was responded with huge cheers, especially from Evolution. This was because the two students had the potential to be great wrestlers and they were always able to put up a great match. "By the way, if anyone wants to sign up for the tag title matches, inform me so I don't have to pull out your names from the stupid hat."
The whole school had been sent to recess. "Whew!" Jeff exclaimed. "That was one hell of a class… I mean, assembly!"
"I think Kennedy's match against Hardcore Holly was the best… right?" Lita asked Cena for his opinion. Cena nodded.
Matt yawned. "I'm hungry. I wanna buy some snacks at the canteen. Who's coming with me?" Jeff and Lita followed him. Matt looked at Cena.
"Nah, I gotta go to the toilet," Cena said, starting to walk away.
"No problem. Meet us here in 10 minutes," Matt flashed Cena a thumbs-up.
After Cena walked out of the toilet, he heard talks. He looked and to his surprise, he saw Trish with Jericho… again.
"Trish, I… er... I want to make it all up to you," Jericho said. Trish grimaced.
"Chris! I've told you that it's too late, okay? I just want you to stay away from me, and then I'll be happy again!" Trish looked furious. She started walking away from the poor guy.
"No, listen! Just this one! Please, give me a last chance!" Jericho grasped his hands together. He begged and begged, but Trish kept shaking her head.
"Trish! For God's sake; please! You give me my last chance to make it up to you and I'll never bother you anymore, ever again!" Jericho was practically kneeling, begging and to Cena, began sounding like he needed some psychological help.
Trish sighed loudly. "Fine!" Upon hearing this, Y2J looked relieved and was grinning from ear to ear. "I'll give you one last chance. If you screw up, we'll be over… forever."
"Anything, Trish! Anything!" He stood up, looking as excited as a puppy. "Now tell me what I've got to do! Whatever it takes, I'll do it!"
"All right. I want you to… win the match against Triple H next!"
Jericho dropped his jaw in astonishment. Cena also did the same. It was unbelievable—Trish asked Jericho to win against Triple H if he wanted to win Trish back. And if he lost, not only would it cost him Trish's love, it also would cost him a chance to win the WWE Championship!
"Well? Can you make it, Chris?" Trish asked, challenging. Jericho forced a grin.
"Of course! Of course! Well uhh… I'll win! I'll win for you!" He stared deeply to Trish's eyes. "I'll show you! I'll impress you no matter what it takes!" Then he gulped. Triple H, he thought. He walked slowly to the gym.
Trish watched silently at Chris. She sighed. Our relationship is never going to work out, she thought regretfully.
Cena ran his way back to Team eXtreme. They had packets of chips in their arms. Jeff had one in his mouth. The foursome made their way back to the gym.
The crowds were noisy; discussing about the outcome of the results. Whispers and conversations could be heard in every corner of the gym.
"I think Triple H will win," declared Billy Kidman, putting his hand around Torrie. Candice Michelle and Joy Giovanni nodded, agreeing.
"Well, I think Chris Jericho is going to win," Paul London argued. Christy Hemme and Michelle McCool nodded.
"Oh, yeah?" Billy asked.
"Yeah!" responded Paul shortly.
"Oh well, I don't care about them. We're still better anyway," Billy said, grinning.
"Yeah. I agree," Paul nodded, grinning back. Then the two boys slapped each other a high-five. Clearly, they'd signed up for the tag title division.
Suddenly the gym went dark. A loud, metalish-rock tune could be heard through the arena. A dark figure appeared, facing the other side, stretching his arms out. He turned around. It was Chris Jericho!
Next was Triple H. Evolution cheered louder than anyone else. Ric Flair shouted at the top of his lungs, and Randy yelled for encouragement.
This is for Trish, Jericho thought. He cracked his knuckles nervously.
Triple H smirked. It's time to play The Game. He strolled to the ring.
Chris Jericho vs. Triple H
Jericho got a side headlock. Triple H escaped with an irish-whip to the ropes and Jericho came off with a shoulder block. Jericho ran to the ropes and came off with another shoulder block. Jericho quickly made the cover and Triple H quickly kick out and Jericho made the cover again but Triple H got away easily. Jericho pushed Triple H's shoulders to the ground and hit an elbow drop for a one-count. Jericho seemed aggressive here, the commentators agreed. Cena knew the reason Jericho was aggressive. Jericho hit two chest chops and tied Triple H's arms to the ropes. Jericho hit five more chest chops before the ref told him to back away. Jericho clotheslined Triple H over the ropes. Ric Flair helped Triple H up and Triple H came up to the apron but Jericho knocked him off with his Springboard Dropkick. Jericho quickly placed Triple H back in the ring and made the cover but Triple H kicked out, barely a two-count. Jericho hit two dropkicks to Triple H's face and made the cover and got a two-count. Jericho lifted Triple H off the ground and hit a backbreaker for a two-count. Jericho ran to the ropes and came off with an elbow drop but Triple H stood off the ground and quickly hit elbows to Jericho's leg.
Triple H kept Jericho on the ground and hit elbows. Triple H kept the elbow on the leg and pulled the leg for pressure. Triple H ran to the ropes and came off with a knee-drop to the leg. Triple H picked Jericho up and irish-whipped him to the ropes. Jericho ducked a clothesline and came off the ropes but received a High Knee. Triple H made the cover but only got a two-count. Triple H lifted Jericho's leg up and smashed it onto the mat. He did it again and hit elbows to the leg. Triple H went for a leg lock but Jericho kicked Triple H's lower spine and Triple H went face first to the turnbuckle. Jericho got the Break Down (Half Nelson Face Buster). Jericho ran to the ropes for the Lionsault (Springboard Moonsault) but landed on his feet as Triple H moved. Triple H kicked Jericho in the back of the leg and quickly hooked in the Figure-Four Leg Lock submission. Jericho cried out in pain. After 50 seconds of torture, Jericho went on to reverse the lock but Triple H turned over to block the reversal and add pressure to the leg. Jericho grabbed the ropes and Triple H was forced to release the hold. Jericho stood on one leg and Triple H hit right hands. Triple H irish-whipped Jericho to the ropes and Jericho came off with a forearm smash. Jericho hit a dropkick and made the cover for a two-count. Jericho quickly hooked in for The Walls of Jericho (Boston Crab) but decided to catapult Triple H face first to the turnbuckle instead. Triple H groggily walked forward and turned around. Jericho grabbed Triple H's legs and locked in The Walls of Jericho.
Triple H cried out in pain and slowly crawled to the ropes but Jericho pulled him back to the center of the ring. Jericho crouched down to apply more pressure. Jericho eventually sat down, preventing Triple H to get to the ropes. Triple H had to drag the 230-pounder to get to the ropes, which he did after 53 seconds. Jericho broke the hold at the count of four. Jericho irish-whipped Triple H to the ropes, Triple H reversed and got a spinning Spinebuster. Triple H hooked the legs but only got a two-count. Triple h irish-whipped Jericho to the turnbuckle and hit a chest chop. Triple H hit few right hands. Triple H choked Jericho with his foot on the throat as the slumped Jericho had the turnbuckle behind him. Triple H picked Jericho back up with one hand and went for the irish-whip but Jericho reversed. Triple H groggily walked forward, Jericho ran to the ropes and went for a Bulldog but Triple H ducked. Triple H hit a chop block to the back of Jericho's leg. Triple H worked on Jericho's leg for the next minute with elbows and smashes. Triple H placed Jericho's foot on the ropes, placed a foot on it and jumped up and stomped it. He did it two more times. Triple H pulled Jericho to the turnbuckle and walked out of the ring. He slammed Jericho's leg against the ring post. Triple H climbed the turnbuckle and went for a fist drop but Jericho held his leg up, thrusting his foot onto Triple H's chin. Both men were down. The ref made the knockout count. At the count of five, Jericho ran to the ropes and came off with an elbow drop to send Triple H outside. Jericho hit a baseball slide as Triple H was about to get up. Jericho jumped over the top rope and hit a crossbody on Triple H to the concrete floor.
The ref started making the countout count as both men are outside the ring. Jericho stood up and tossed Triple H's body back to the ring. Jericho placed an arm over Triple H but only got a two-count. Jericho seemed disappointed and ran to the ropes for the Lionsault. Jericho hooked Triple H's leg but Triple H somehow got the shoulder up at a nearfall. Jericho hooked the leg again but only got a two-count. Jericho picked Triple H up and hit few right hands and a chest chop before irish-whipping him to the ropes. Jericho went for the back body drop but Triple H countered with a Knee Facebuster. Jericho was stunned and Triple H kicked Jericho in the gut and set him up in the Pedigree (Double Underhook Facebuster). Triple H was about to hit the move but Jericho grabbed Triple H's legs and got the Walls of Jericho again. Triple H used all he had to kick the submission off and eventually send Jericho to the ropes. Triple H was about to get up until Jericho came off the ropes with a Bulldog. Jericho ran to the ropes to come off with the Lionsault but Triple H moved away and got a school boy and quickly turned it into the Indian Deathlock lethal submission. Both men are on their stomach, but the pressure is on Jericho's legs. Jericho was about to submit until he somehow stood on the locked legs and lifted Triple H's one leg up for a half-Boston Crab and quickly grabbed the other leg for a full boston crab (The Walls of Jericho) as the pressure was on Triple H. Triple H was fading away… he was fading away…… but turned The Walls of Jericho into a Boston Crab of his own. Triple H turned Jericho over and quickly hooked in the Figure-Four Leg Lock. Jericho was crying out in pain. His shoulders were down and lifted his shoulder up to stop the referee's pinfall count. Triple H pulled Jericho's legs for more and more pressure. Jericho was fading away………… and finally tapped out.
Result: Triple H def. Chris Jericho via submission.
Though the match was over, Triple H refused to break the hold and instead grabbed the ropes for leverage to a greater pressure to Jericho's legs. He finally let go after 23 people came to the ring. Triple H hit the Pedigree on Jericho before leaving the ring with Evolution. He made it to the WWE Championship tournament.
Many students took pity on Jericho for suffering so much pain, but they couldn't do anything as it wasn't their problem. Things usually turned bad if Evolution was involved. Cena felt very sorry for Jericho, since he'd found out about his broken relationship with Trish.
Following the great match, Vince drew out two more names. "Booker T vs. Heidenreich!"
Qualification Match results over the next 90 minutes:
Booker T def. Heidenreich via pinfall following the Book End (Side Slam)at the 21-minute mark. Booker T advanced to the Intercontinental Championship tournament. Boy, you gotta see Sharmell's face when Booker T won!
Kane def. Big Show via pinfall following two Chokeslams at the 22-minute mark. Kane advanced to Intercontinental Championship tournament.
Kurt Angle def. Matt Morgan via submission following the Ankle Lock at the 6-minute mark. Kurt advanced to WWE Championship tournament. When the match was over, he kissed his gold medal proudly.
Rob Van Dam def. Matt Striker via pinfall following the Five-Star Frog Splash at the 11-minute mark. He advanced to Intercontinental Championship. Rey hugged him for the victory!
John Bradshaw Layfield def. Johnny Parisi via pinfall following the Clothesline From Hell (running clothesline) at the 10-minute mark. He advanced to WWE Championship tournament. The Cabinet tossed him beers afterwards.
Randy Orton def. Chris Benoit via pinfall following the RKO (Inverted Neckbreaker) under the interference of Evolution. The pinfall was scored at the 20-minute mark. Despite being impressive, but he cheated, so Orton advanced to Intercontinental Championship tournament.
Tiredly, Vince drew out two more names. "Jeez, this is very tiring," he grumbled. Then he smiled when he read out the first name. "John Cena vs. Orlando Jordan!"
How will Cena's match turn out? Still not introduced, who is that dark-haired boy whose name Cena never gets to know in Maths? What will happen with Trish and Jericho? Will Lita be mad when she discovers that Cena knows about the old 1 Canadian dollar bet? Find out in the next chapter: Here Comes The Money!
A/N: Firstly, I want to apologise to all readers for the late updates these last two weeks. It was because I had so many stuff to do for school. But it's holiday now, so hurray for me! THANK YOU—for the reviews and, importantly, for reading. Flames are welcome, as always. Pairing requests will be considered. I'm trying to make the matches sound realistic as possible. Also, I'm thinking of doing polls to make the story go along the way all the readers want. The more you read, the more you'll find out what happens! Keep reading. Thank you very much.