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 11: JBL's Past
Afterschool, Cena and Hardy Boyz decided to confront Lita. They'd had enough of all the feuds going one around them; especially Randy's misunderstanding of Stacy.
"I entered this school not to get involved into heated feuds and blamed for something I didn't do," Cena muttered grumpily to himself. The boys had looked around the school, and finally found the girl sitting under a willow tree.
"Lita!" Jeff called out. Lita looked up, and her expression turned scorn when she saw who were heading toward her. She was ready to walk away but Matt was quick enough to grab hold of her hand.
"We need to talk," he said firmly. Lita sensed there was no use to struggle. Reluctantly, she nodded and sat down with the boys.
"OK, I want to say sorry. Sorry for ignoring your feelings in the love bet thing," Cena said sincerely. Lita's expression softened, and Hardy Boyz nodded. "It's not your fault that you got tricked by Christian and stuff, but maybe I helped Trish because… because I felt sorry that Jericho wouldn't stay away from her."
"You like Trish, don't you?" Lita asked. Cena blushed slightly. I don't even know who I like, Cena thought confusedly.Jeff cracked up.
"I knew it! I knew it!" he exclaimed. Matt hit him on the head to shut up. "Ouch."
"Well, I've actually forgiven you yesterday. I saw you got beaten up by Batista over that love triangle thing with Stacy and Randy in the gym. You looked a bit confused there," she smiled. Cena grinned, scratching his head.
"Yeah. Maybe we ought straight things out. We need to find out who told Randy about it," Cena said, determinedly.
Matt shook his head. "I think I've got it, guys. I think it's… Ric Flair."
Cena, Lita and Jeff didn't look too surprised. "Well, no surprise that he told Randy. He's a very loyal man to his group. But how did he get all this idea about Cena and Stacy together in the first place, anyway?" Jeff asked. Cena shrugged.
"We have to confront Evolution," Lita said. She looked at the three boys, who seemed very reluctant. "Well, no fighting will be involved, of course." The boys sighed. "I mean, all of this is just a misunderstanding. Randy is just a very jealous guy," she said.
"Yeah, I can see that," Cena snorted. Matt and Jeff smirked.
Randy and Batista, who were making their way to bash up HBK and Kevin Nash in the changeroom, decided to sneak in through the back building. Suddenly Randy sneezed. Batista looked at him weirdly.
"You got flu?"
"Nah… someone must be talking about me," Randy said, taking out a tissue. "Well, I can't really blame them; I'm handsome—" He admired his reflection on the gym window. "—I'm great, and I'm the most popular guy in the Junior Year!" Batista shook his head, clicking his tongue, and the boys kept walking.
Lita smiled—and snapped her fingers. "Guys, I've got an idea! Randy's a playboy, right? Well, why don't we make Stacy catch him cheating on her? Then she'll dump him and everyone's happy again!" Lita grinned proudly at her own plan. The boys were amazed.
"Lita, that is a genius plan!" Jeff praised. "Yes, we must work out how this scheme will work!" He slapped Lita a high-five.
"Everybody hates Randy, right?" Matt grinned. "Well, except for the Evolution members." The other three nodded. "Then if this plan works, maybe Randy won't feel so high and mighty anymore."
"That's great, but I have a better idea! Since Lita's back to Team eXtreme, why don't we have small celebration at my house—I mean, apartment?" Cena suggested. Lita and Hardy Boyz laughed in approval. "So, it's on!"
"Welcome back, Li," Matt hugged Lita, followed with Jeff and Cena.
"That was a quick talk," Jeff laughed.
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In the Senior Boys' changeroom, 3:20
"Hey, Kevin!" Shawn Michaels called out to his friend. "Check this out! A bottle of Simon System diet drink near the lockers!" Kevin Nash stretched his hands for a bit, and came over to have a look.
"Isn't this the property of that junior—what's his name? Simon Dean or something," Nash laughed. "How pathetic. Why would he be bothered to actually make a fitness brand? I just drink Gatorade when I need to refill my stamina."
"Oh well. He might have left it by accident or something," Michaels shrugged.
"I need to wash my face," Nash walked out of the changeroom door. "Don't forget; we need to wait for Rocky and Austin in the gym." Michaels nodded.
In the toilet, Nash switched the tap water on, and splashed the cold water on his face. He washed his sweaty hands and used the soap for cleansing. While rinsing, the toilet door opened slowly. Nash turned around, thinking it was HBK. "Shawn?" With this, he received a devastating kick in the gut. Stunned, his head was pulled back and smashed to the wall repeatedly. Blood started pouring from his forehead. The attacker yanked the heavy sink off its space and held it above his head—and smashed it on his head, shattering it to pieces. Nash was shocked. Unfortunately, the person wasn't finished. He lifted Nash into sit-down powerbombto the shattered ceramic pieces of the sink. Everything went black.
Meanwhile, Michaels yawned. What's taking Kevin so damn long? he thought, puzzled. Feeling bored, he decided to look at his own reflection in the changeroom mirror. He grinned proudly.
"I am a Sexy Boy," he muttered loudly to himself. "I am cute and sexy. Those golden locks drive the girls wild, and I send chills up and down their spine. I have to thank Jimmy for composing the song (A/N: "Mouth of the South" Jimmy Hart did compose the song!)—but the rest of the credits should go to me, for singing such a beautiful song," he laughed. But HBK didn't get to admire himself for much longer, because someone was standing by the door.
"Excuse me? I believe I am the sexy one in here," Orton declared.
Michaels chuckled. "Why, it's Randy Orton; the son of the legendary "Cowboy" Bob Orton. What are you doing here? It's the Senior Boys' changeroom!"
Randy grinned cockily, and pointed to his gorgeous abs, "Well, HBK, as a matter of fact, I was a bit offended by your comment before. You're not a Sexy Boy anymore! You'll soon graduate to University and here I am, still two more years at this school… where girls admire me for being—" he glanced to the mirror, sighing. "—so damn perfect. I'm the Sexy Boy, actually."
"Randy, why don't you just get to the point?" Michaels asked. "I believe you have something important to do… or say."
Randy walked closer to HBK, until they stared face-to-face. Randy, being the taller one, stared down at Michaels. But somehow, his look seemed disrespectful. "I do, actually." Michaels looked curiously at Orton's hidden left hand.
"What have you got in your hand?" But Randy never answered the question, because the next thing Michaels knew, his head got hit by a lead pipe.
"You…" Michaels hissed, clutching his head, and Randy smiled arrogantly at him.
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At Cena's apartment, 5:30pm
"Long live Team eXtreme!" Cena, Lita, and Hardy Boyz tossed their Pepsi cans and laughed. They were sitting on the floor and chatting.
"I've forgotten how much fun I had when being with you guys," Lita admitted. Cena and Hardy Boyz smiled warmly. It's a good thing that Lita's finally forgiven me, Cena thought in relief. Now all we need to do is settle the feud between me and Randy over Stacy.
"Haha… I think Lita finally realised that she could never be far apart from us," Jeff said, and Matt laughing.
"Oh it's true, it's true—IT'S DAMN TRUE!" Matt exclaimed. Lita tilted her head.
"Isn't that Kurt Angle's line?" she asked. Matt shrugged.
"Yeah, but it's not like he's actually here. But it's true, right?" he winked.
"DAMN RIGHT THAT'S MY LINE!" The foursome turned around in surprise, and looked at Kurt Angle, who was standing by the door. He seemed annoyed.
"What the hell are you doing here!" Cena yelled. "This is my room!"
"I know! I live in the apartment too; just next door!" Kurt declared. Hearing this, the foursome gasped. This was much unexpected. "You guys are hell noisy!"
"What? Then how come we never see you around here?" Jeff objected.
Kurt smiled proudly. "It's because I just moved in, my friends."
Lita mouthed the word 'Angle sucks' to Cena, who nodded in agreement.
"And now I need to study! So… unless that you guys can't stay silent for the rest of the evening, I'm afraid I'll have to wreck your party," said Kurt. "Deal?" The foursome nodded reluctantly. "Good," he grinned, satisfied. Then he left.
"Great," the foursome sighed. "Let's just play cards."
Outside the building, the popular group was standing, looking at each other.
"So is this where they go afterschool? Isn't this John Cena's apartment?" Paul London asked, and the girls nodded.
"I'll kill Lita," Torrie hissed, pointing at her band-aided cheek. "I'll kill her! I'll make her regret that she ever slapped me, Torrie Wilson!"
"You tell me, babe," Billy Kidman patted her.
"Ready, girls?" Torrie looked at her posse. They all nodded. "OK, let's rock this bitch," she said with an evil grin.
"I want to buy some more chips at the shop," Lita said, standing up. The boys nodded, and continued playing cards. On her way downstairs, she was clotheslined by Candice Michelle. "What—?" The next thing she knew, Joy Giovanni and Michelle McCool started kicking her in the guts. She was about to attack back, but her arms were held firmly by Kidman and London.
"Hello again, Lita," Torrie smiled. Lita scoffed. I should know, she thought. She must be getting her revenge for me slapping her. Calmly, Torrie walked over to her. And slapped.
"Hah! Look who is being humiliated now!" Torrie yelled at her. Lita desperately tried to break free from Kidman and London's holds, but the boys were too strong for her. She could only scream in pain as Torrie slapped and kicked her. Behind her, the girls giggled. Torrie went for the last punch when a hand grabbed hers.
Lita looked up. "Matt…?" Hardy Boyz came to the rescue! "Where's Cena?"
"He's still in the room, making some instant noodle. We came because we wondered what took you so long," Jeff answered. He handled Paul London while Matt took care of Kidman. Lita nodded, and managed to do the Twist of Fate on Torrie. Torrie's posse and boys dragged her away from the apartment.
"You'll pay for this! I swear you'll pay!" she screamed, crying. Lita grinned.
"Let's go back," she said, after kissing both Jeff and Matt on the cheeks.
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That night, in WWE Private Hospital, 6:27pm
"WHO DID THIS?" The Rock's angry voice boomed through the hospital hall. The Clique, accompanied by the McMahons and a few students (Booker T, Sharmell and Chris Benoit), were in the hospital. Wondering what took Kevin Nash and Shawn Michaels so long afterschool, The Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin decided to have a look and found their buddies being attacked ruthlessly near the changeroom. The two boys were hurried on stretchers to the emergency room. It was very shocking.
"I swear I'll bash—" he was restrained by Steve Austin, who was carrying a can of beer and looking glum.
"Rocky, settle down," he said. The Rock scoffed, but remained silent with a glare. "Now, I don't know who the hell did this to Kevin and Shawn, but I hope they realize that they just got themselves in deep trouble."
"I can't believe that this is happening," Vince said, looking astounded. He and his wife, Linda, had ordered he best doctors to take care of Nash and HBK's serious injuries. "And don't tell me that one of our students did this."
"Oh damn right they did! When I find out who did it, they'll be very sorry that they ever messed with The Clique!" yelled The Rock. Austin looked very furious himself, but didn't say anything. Vince and Linda looked very stunned. Meanwhile, Shane and Stephanie just came, riding Shane's BMW.
"We heard that Nash and Michaels have been attacked," Shane said, offering some coffee to the seniors. Vince and The Rock took a cup. Stephanie bit her lips.
"Who did this, anyway?" she asked herself, shocked. What she didn't know was that her own boyfriend was the brain of this violent assault. "How dare they…?"
The head doctor came out from the emergency room. He had a firm expression. Everyone turned around, feeling worried. "You're their friends?" he asked to The Rock and Austin. They nodded. "Well, all I can say now is that both Kevin Nash and Shawn Michaels are in a critical condition. If you guys were late by, say, 15 minutes, they would have probably bled to death. They need special medical attention because of their serious injuries. Both boys are bleeding profusely, and they need blood transfusion."
"Oh my God," Stephanie muttered, leaning on Shane's shoulders.
"Nash was slammed to the shattered pieces of ceramic sink. We found some of the ceramic pieces jammed deep in his skin, while Michaels was fatally shot to the head with a lead pipe. Their wounds will need to be stitched up. I don't know how long the boys need to stay here until they survive, but until then I think you need to find out who did this." The doctor nodded at The Rock and Austin.
"Thanks, doc," Austin replied, and the doctor entered the emergency room. They all exchanged determined glances.
"I have a feeling it has something to do with the tournament," Booker T spoke.
"That's quite possible," Vince said.
"Don't worry, we will find out who did this," Benoit added, determined.
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At school, recess time in Juniors Quad
"Oi, Cena!" Christian called out to Cena. He was walking toward the foursome with Edge, carrying muffins and other recess snacks. He was grinning.
"Hey, Christian," Cena said. I can't believe we were, like, archenemies on the first day of school, he thought. "Sup?"
"Can we… sit here?" Christian asked uneasily, seeing Team eXtreme were eyeing him and Edge suspiciously. Cena coughed, nodding. They shared the snacks around, which Matt and Jeff accepted happily.
"Check out JBL's main squeeze," Edge whispered, pointing at a brunette who looked tiny next to the tall JBL. Orlando Jordan and Basham Brothers were standing beside them, like bodyguards.
"JBL has a girlfriend?" Cena and Team eXtreme's eyes looked as if they were about to pop out. Christian and Edge nodded half-heartedly.
"I know it sounds hell odd," Christian said. "Her name is Amy Weber. I heard she joined JBL's Cabinet. She's sort of his Image Consultant."
The brunette was laughing with Orlando and the Bashams at JBL's political jokes. Unfortunately, she bumped into Undertaker as she was walking along. She looked up at the bully, speechless. JBL and The Cabinet couldn't do anything.
"You're in my yard, kiddo," Taker hissed in a low voice, pointing to a fading chalk line mark on the grass. Behind him, Kane was smirking.
"Since when is there a line…?" Amy couldn't finish her question as Taker was grasping her neck, as in a Chokeslam position. She squealed, choking, and The Cabinet were in panic. But before Taker could chokeslam Amy, JBL did a blow shot to his knees. Orlando and the Bashams caught Amy before Taker dropped her to the ground.
"You…" Undertaker glared at JBL. JBL was open-mouthed, not saying anything. At this point Kane and Victoria were already standing by Taker's sides. But instead of harming JBL, Taker turned to face Amy.
"As I've said, this is my yard. If you try me, I'll make you famous," Taker threatened Amy. At this point, almost everyone in the Juniors Quad was watching. "You see here; once I beat the living hell out of you—which I would not hesitate to do—your name will go in the school newsletter, not to mention, in the school's history file. Recorded in student data, and will leave mark for the rest of your miserable life. Everyone in this whole school and possibly spread around the town. Even the whole of United States might know throughout the news report on the television. You'll be famous!" Kane and Victoria laughed eerily, while Amy, JBL and The Cabinet were pale.
So this is what Matt meant by The Undertaker taking people to their graves, Cena thought, shuddering. Around him, Team eXtreme, Edge and Christian were flabbergasted. The quad was nearly silent, and a few students could be seen whispering to each other. Amy sobbed silently, and JBL stepped in front of Taker and knelt.
"No, please! I'll give you anything! You want money? Here, take as much as you want! I don't need all! I'll—" JBL begged, but Taker smirked and cut him off. "Money? That's funny. Hey Kane, you hear that? He said he's gonna give us as much money as we want! I…" Taker laughed lunatically.
"Man. I just couldn't help it. You said 'money'? To think that you used to go around begging for money. You went as far as 'doing anything for money'! Remember that? You ended up becoming my follower, along with that guy who called himself 'Faarooq'—whom I believed you called 'friend'—Ron Simmons! Imagine if Simmons was here!" Taker smirked. At the sound of 'Faarooq', JBL went blank. He did not beg. He just stayed knelt, not moving an inch. Everyone twitched their eyebrows and was shocked. Even a minute until Orlando broke the silence.
"JBL? Hello?" Orlando waved his arms in front of JBL's eyes. JBL stayed blank.
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Flashback
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5 Years ago…
A man stood sorrowfully in a pub. He looked at the large glass in front of him. He picked the glass up and took a gulp out of something inside the glass. He looked across the pub, and saw a lonely, dark-coloured skin man. He decided to approach the lonely man before him.
"Hey man, what's up? I see here that… you seemed lonely and all that so…" the man muttered out few words, shaking. The black man looked up to him. He's scary, the man thought. "Oh. Wanna beer?" the black man finally answered after staring for 40 seconds.
"I would love to, but… I'm not yet 18 years old," he replied.
"I'm not 18 years old neither! But what were you drinkin' there? I saw ya' when you got here twelve hours ago!" the black man said in a thick, African-American accent.
"Twelve hours ago? You WERE here twelve hours ago? How come I didn't see you? And by the way, I was drinking a big glass of Coke. The bartender asked me for ID, so I couldn't get beer. I am only just 13," the man said.
"I am 13 too," said the black man. "But I use fake ID. That bartender there was totally fooled."
"You're 13!"
"Yep. I look older don't I? I guess it's nature. You wanna beer? I can get you some. I'll run you off some fake IDs too."
"Alright."
The black man ordered large jugs of hard liquor.
"Toast! For my new man—what's your name?" the black man asked. "Er… It's John. But call me Bradshaw," Bradshaw replied. "OK. Toast—my name is Ron Simmons, by the way, but call me Faarooq—for my man Bradshaw and his first drop of liquor—this is your first one is it? I take that as a yes—, let's wish for more and more beer in the future! Now drink!"
The two friends drank over five jugs of beer.
"You gonna be here tomorrow?"
"You bet." The two drank one more glass and left the pub, heading off to their respective apartments.
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End of Flashback
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More things were coming to JBL's mind. The two dominating all the tag teams, joining a biker, screams of terror with a laugh of triumph, a man in suit giving money to the biker and his gang, a bald man with his middle-fingers, a jawbreaker variation to the biker, and more. JBL was sweating. He could see clearly everything that was on his mind. Everything was like a movie. But the scenes were moving on too quick that he barely could understand them.
The Undertaker suddenly smiled. "Playtime is over. Bradshaw! You want your girl or not? I'm taking her WITH me!" Taker dragged Weber. The Bashams tried to stop him but Kane easily took both of them out. Weber screamed for help, but nobody wanted to mess with The Undertaker. Weber cried out for JBL, but JBL was still focusing on the 'movie'.
"JBL? What should we do? Wake up! We need your help! Amy's in trouble!" Orlando yelled. JBL wasn't listening. He was focusing on the 'movie'. Now it went a bit slower but he still couldn't catch up. After the 'movie' ended, it started again and it repeated itself over and over again, like a replay.
The Undertaker and Kane took Weber and drove by their motorbikes. Nobody in the quad could stop them—including Evolution. Each student had fear in their eyes, as if not believing what just happened.
Suddenly the Self-Proclaimed World's Greatest Pranksters rushed to the quad. Charlie was puffing, out of breath. Shelton stood in the middle of the quad, and this took people's attention.
"Everybody! Listen!" Shelton shouted. "The Clique… no, Shawn Michaels and Kevin Nash have been attacked!" Gasps could be heard through the quad. At this point Evolution were smirking; Triple H the widest.
"What do you mean, they were attacked?" asked RVD.
"They were attacked mysteriously yesterday, afterschool! HBK was found in the changerooms, and Nash in the toilet—and the McMahons as well as the other two Clique members rushed them to the hospital as soon as their bodies were found. I heard they're in a pretty critical condition," explained Charlie.
"That's not cool," Carlito muttered, before biting his apple (A/N: Damn that apple!), and Morgan just nodded.
"How did you guys find out?" asked Chris Masters.
Charlie and Shelton looked at each other uneasily. "Well, we just happened to know the… err… editor of the school newsletter, Marissa Mazzola, very well."
Suddenly Shane McMahon, who happened to be there with Stephanie, called out. "Hey! That's my girlfriend (A/N: In reality, Shane and Marissa are already married)! And the last time I checked, she doesn't know you!"
Everybody looked at Charlie and Shelton. "Er… never mind that. The point is, HBK and Nash are hurt."
"Clearly, they were trying to set up some pranks in the toilet," Edge whispered to Cena. Cena nodded. Charlie and Shelton continued informing the students about the attack.
In the changeroom, at lunch
Triple H tossed his head back and laughed. "What a success! Hahaha," he grinned at Ric Flair. He looked at Randy and Batista, impressed.
"It's funny 'cos it's true," Randy chuckled. He found himself stared at by the other three members. "What?"
"Nothing, it's just that from the way you said it, you sounded a hell lot like Kurt Angle," Flair commented. Randy shrugged.
"Oh," he replied. I got it from Homer in The Simpsons, he thought to himself.
"Our plan was beautifully done, thanks to Randy and Batista," Triple H grinned again. "You see here, after we took out Kevin Nash and Shawn Michaels, we can boycott the WWE Title match. There are no-disqualifications in Triple Threat Matches, so… and if Vince is gonna stop us, he'll have to give ME the WWE Title!"
"And that's why you're the man! You're genius!" Ric Flair grinned.
"I am thirsty, so I'm going to get a drink. Can I get any of you cunts a drink?" Randy asked.
"Er… Pepsi for me," Triple H replied.
"Gimme Sunkist," Flair answered.
"What about you, Dave?" Randy asked.
Batista shook his head no. "No. I am all right."
Triple H frowned. "Okay then. I'll be back soon," said Randy.
Randy opened the door. There, standing outside the door, was none other than Stephanie McMahon. She seemed shocked. All members of Evolution's eyes widened, with the exception of Batista (?).
"Er… Hello, Steph. Well… uh, you… misunderstood, it's not like… what you think. It's…" Triple H stuttered.
But Stephanie just stood there. Looking even more shocked as she already was.
"So… Steph. I guess based from your reaction, I could tell that… you heard the whole thing, did you? Steph… Steph?"
Stephanie stood there. None of her expressions had changed.
"Steph? Please look at me. It seems that you're… pretty mad, huh?" Triple H asked.
Stephanie's expressions haven't changed at all! But her lips started to move. "So… you planned the whole thing? You ordered Dave and Randy to take out Nash and HBK. And now Nash and HBK ended up in hospital. You're planning to interfere in the WWE Title match, and messed up the whole thing. So daddy is gonna go and beg you to stop, practically forcing him to hand over the WWE Title." She stared at the boys, looking very disgusted.
Triple H was sweating with guilt. It was obvious his girlfriend had (unintentionally) heard the whole conversation. However, Stephanie had more things to say about this.
"Why, that's BRILLIANT!" Stephanie exclaimed. Triple H blinked, followed by Randy and Flair. Huh? he thought confused"You guys are actually constructing a plan that will really work!"
"Why, Steph… of course," Randy grinned, though still a bit baffled with Stephanie's unexpected reaction. I don't know if I'm supposed to be proud or mad—she thinks this is the first time we have a plan that actually works?
"I love that plan," Stephanie smiled, "though I was a bit shocked seeing HBK and Nash's conditions in the emergency room. But anyways, isn't the idea of attacking those two is a bit off-limit?"
Flair shrugged. "I think that's normal." Because we're Evolution, that's why.
"Can't wait to see the title around your waist, Hunter," Stephanie smiled at her boyfriend, feeling satisfied.
"By the way, Steph… wanna get a drink?" Randy asked.
Near the empty library, around the same time
Trish scoffed, crossing her arms and stared at Jericho, feeling very annoyed.
"I'm gonna make you regret that you've ever dumped me by winning the U.S. title!" Jericho said.
"Dumping? We weren't even going out in the first place! It was all just about you and Christian in that stupid bet!" Trish countered. Jericho remained silent, and walked away.
"Well, show me that you can win the Women's title!" he yelled.
"Oh I will—without your help, of course!" Trish shot back. She sighed loudly to herself, and as she began to make her way to the quad, she bumped into Cena.
"Wanna get some drink?" he grinned.
Cena still has to convince Randy that he never tried to steal Stacy. The final round of the tournament is finally up, and everything's being placed on the line! Who will win the titles and lose? Will The Rock and Steve Austin discover Evolution's involvement behind the attack of HBK and Kevin Nash? Find out in the next chapter: The Final Round.
Q&A: This is where all questions from the reviews will be answered. If possible, more than one or two questions will be answered in each chapter. No questions to be answered for this chapter.
A/N: I'm SO sorry for the long delay. I've been very busy coping with this story and he school works. I won't let this kind of thing happen again, I promise . Anyways, THANK YOU—for the reviews and, importantly, for reading. Flames are welcome, as always. Pairing requests will be reconsidered. I'm trying to make the matches sound realistic as possible. In addition, 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.