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 14: More Than Words
"This isn't fair!" Jeff protested, lying down on the couch. He pulled up the blanket he brought from their apartment. Wondering what happened before bedtime? Well, after Cena and Team eXtreme went back to their apartments and brought stuff to Christian and Edge's house, the six friends watched a few DVDs, which are as follows:
Batman Begins (of which Lita yelled to turn off because she despised Katie Holmes so much)
Team America: World Police (of which Jeff and Christian cracked up laughing on)
Fantastic Four (of which Cena and Edge fell asleep during watching it)
The Grudge (of which the six watched it while huddled all together)
While watching, they pigged out on snacks like lollies and popcorn. About 1:23am, they decided to go to bed.
Cena lied down on another big sofa, next to the TV. The two boys were sleeping in the living room, practically freezing. "You said it, Jeff," he agreed. "Can you pass me that blanket next to your bag?" Jeff threw the blanket to Cena, and he covered his head with it, shivering.
"Damn that Christian! Why can't we turn on the heater? 'It's wasting electricity'—humph—yeah, right!" Jeff kept on complaining. "Ah-choo!" he sneezed. "Darn!"
In the first bedroom
"Do you think it's OK to let them sleep without the living room's heater on?" Edge asked Christian, who was sleeping on the bottom bunk.
Christian shrugged. "Meh. The electricity bill will be expensive!" he said. "Do you want to pay?" Edge shook his head. "Leave them be, then! Can you turn this heater on?"
In the guest's bedroom
There was not much talking going on in this room. Matt and Lita were sleeping on separate beds (since the room was a double-bed one), and it had been 20 minutes, but neither one of them was asleep.
Stupid Christian,Matt thought to himself. Making me sleep in the same bedroom with Lita. Then he blushed. Although the couple were going out, but they hadn't planned to take it on further. He decided to roll over and face the wall.
Lita sighed. This is very awkward, she thought uncomfortably. She rolled over to the other side of the room. Oh well. I have to sleep now so I can wake up early tomorrow, she decided. And they fell asleep.
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In the morning, Edge took out a steel pan from the cupboard under the sink and banged on it with a spatula, hard. He kept banging it until everyone in the house was awakened. Cena and Jeff sat up straight on their couches, Lita blinked, and Matt fell on the carpet.
The foursome, still sleepy, made their way to the kitchen, and found Christian (who was standing next to the microwave), in his uniform, laughing. Edge, who was also in his red top, was grinning with the pan and spatula in his hands. Cena and Jeff ran to beat the living hell out of Edge, while Matt and Lita grabbed a weapon each (a thick dictionary and a ceramic vase) to kill Christian. But the two begged them to stop, and so they did. They laughed.
"Stop it, man! Sorry! It's just that it's already 7:45, so we only have one hour to get all ready and walk to school!" Cena and Team eXtreme looked at each other. "And there's only one bathroom." As soon as Christian finished saying that, the foursome raced to the bathroom.
"Ladies first!" Lita exclaimed, rushing inside. The boys stopped running. She won.
18 minutes later, Lita finished taking a bath. She walked out with a towel wrapped around her wet red hair. Jeff, Matt and Cena bathed next in no particular order. The breakfast was served, and at this point they only had 20 minutes left.
"Quick! Pass me the butter!" Christian yelled to Edge.
"My toast is burned. Christian, did you even use the toaster properly?" complained Matt.
"He used it while staring at the picture of Candice!" teased Edge.
"Shut up, people! We only have, like, 19 minutes left!" Cena reminded.
"Oh, God! Hope we're not late!" Lita said.
"I want chicken," muttered Jeff, looking bitterly at the burned toasts.
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In the gym, period two
All students were already seated (Cena and the others had been informed by the students in their period one classes). The arena turned dark, and Jericho's Break Down The Walls theme was played on. The screen displayed a neon walking figure, and as the light slowly came on, Jericho was seen standing, stretching out his arms. He turned around, and had a wide grin plastered on his face. He walked to the apron, patting the U.S. title belt around his waist and shouted, "I'm the KING OF THE WORLD!"
"The following contest is the Intergender tag-team match and it is for both the United States Championship and the Women's Championship!" RAW's Lilian Garcia announced through the mic, smiling. "Introducing first: From Toronto, Canada, weighing in 230 lbs… the United States Champion, Chris Jericho!"
Jericho did his routine with shaking the ropes and stuff. Then Trish made her way out soon after this theme stopped. Her theme Keys To The City played, and she held up the Women's Championship title. RAW students cheered, and Jericho clapped. "And his partner, from Toronto, Ontario… the Women's Champion, Trish Stratus!" Instead of walking, Trish ran to the ring. She stood face-to-face with Jericho, giving him evil looks for having to defend her title so soon.
"You'll pay, Chris," she warned.
Suddenly Billy Kidman's You Can Run theme filled the arena. There were a few cheers from the SmackDown! juniors. Kidman came out, hand-gesturing to his waist and then pointing down, stating the fact that he wanted to win the U.S. belt and so did Torrie with the Women's title—right here and right now. He pointed to Jericho and Trish and said out something, then to himself and Torrie. "And the challengers… Billy Kidman and Torrie… Wilson!" The posse clapped, and London flashed thumbs-up. Kidman whispered something to Torrie before the ref signed for the bell.
Chris Jericho (c) & Trish Stratus (c) vs. Billy Kidman & Torrie Wilson – United States Championship and Women's Championship
Jericho and Kidman will start things off. The two locked up. Kidman got a side headlock on Jericho. Jericho pressed Kidman against the ropes and Kidman bounced off. Kidman came off the opposite ropes and Jericho gave him a reverse elbow. Jericho covered but Kidman quickly kicked out. Kidman charged but Jericho gave him a series of arm drag takedowns. Jericho locked Kidman's arm but Kidman got Jericho down with his legs. Jericho got the Jackknife hold for a two-count. The two rolled over and now Kidman had Jericho in a front facelock. Jericho got up and gave Kidman right hands to the abdomen. Kidman struck Jericho's back and gave him a DDT. Kidman tagged Torrie and Torrie gave Jericho slaps across the face as Kidman held him. Jericho caught a ninth one in the fujiwara armbar. Kidman broke the hold and gave Jericho big right hands to the spine. The ref forced Kidman to go back to the tag rope. Torrie gave Jericho a DDT and tagged Kidman. Kidman went over the top rope and gave Jericho the springboard Legdrop right to the back of the neck. Kidman covered but Jericho kicked out at a two-count. Kidman smashed Jericho's head to the turnbuckle and gave him quick and powerful punches to the face and the stomach. Kidman kicked Jericho to the midsection and irish-whipped Jericho to the opposite corner. Jericho came off to receive a beautiful dropkick. Kidman covered but Trish broke up the pinfall.
Kidman locked in the surfboard. Jericho was in excruciating pain but would not give up. The audience clapped for Jericho as Jericho got up. Jericho got behind Kidman and gave him a German suplex. Jericho covered but Kidman grabbed the ropes. Jericho irish-whipped Kidman to the ropes, Kidman bounced off and Jericho caught him in the belly-to-belly and turned it into a northern lights suplex. Kidman got his left shoulder up at a close two-count. The two got to their feet while still in the position. The two turned over and turned again and Kidman went for the backslide but Jericho gave him the backslide instead. Kidman kicked out at a two-count.
Jericho gave Kidman a chest chop. Jericho gave Kidman another one as he backed into a corner. Jericho gave Kidman multiple chest chops in the corner. Kidman switched and he gave Jericho his own chest chops. Jericho switched and gave Kidman four powerful, chest-ripping backhand chops. Jericho irish-whipped Kidman to his corner and tagged Trish. Trish nailed Kidman with the Chick Kick and covered. Kidman managed to kick out at a nearfall. Kidman needed to make a tag here. Trish stomped Kidman and irish-whipped him to a corner but Kidman reversed. Trish jumped up and Kidman charged at a no man's land. Trish caught Kidman's head with her legs for the flying headscissors takedown but Kidman pushed Trish to the mat face first. Kidman tagged Torrie. Torrie gave Trish hard elbows to the back. Torrie covered but Trish kicked out. Torrie placed her feet on Trish's hair and pulled her up. As an illegal hold, the ref made the count and Torrie let go at four. Torrie went to connect with the DDT but Trish countered with a Spinebuster. Kidman charged at Trish and knocked her down. Jericho left the tag rope furiously and gave Kidman a calf kick. Jericho clotheslined Kidman over the ropes. Jericho ran to the ropes behind and bounced off and through the ropes with a suicide dive. Kidman saw it coming and moved out the way. Jericho went to the concrete floor mouth first. The audience gasped in astonishment.
Kidman got back in the ring and gave Trish a Powerbomb. Kidman placed Torrie on top of Trish. Trish kicked out at a nearfall. Kidman tossed Trish to a turnbuckle and gave her shoulder thrusts. The ref forced him to go back to the tag rope. Jericho came up from behind and grabbed Kidman's legs. Kidman went to the apron face first. Jericho was bleeding from the mouth and lost a number of teeth, as a result of the earlier stunt. The audience was now chanting "Y2J" in support of Jericho. Most of them had changed their view point of Jericho. Jericho gave Kidman a number of right hands. He went to smash Kidman's head to the steps but Kidman used his leg on the steps to counter and smashed Jericho's head instead. But Jericho blocked a right hand and came back with a number of punches. Jericho smashed Kidman's head to the announcer's table. The ref pleaded Jericho to go back to the tag rope. But Jericho could not forgive Kidman for what he did to Trish. Jericho irish-whipped Kidman to the steel steps and tossed him head first to the steel post. Kidman was busted open. Blood stains were on the post. Kidman walked slowly to the rampway, leaving the match. A trace of blood was visible on his way. Jericho gave Kidman a blow to the spine and irish-whipped him to the ringside barrier near the rampway. The ref yelled at Jericho, saying that he will be disqualified if he performed another outrageous manoeuvre. Jericho did not want to make Trish disappointed, so he did what the ref told him to do and returned to the tag rope.
Meanwhile, Trish and Torrie were on their feet and exchanged right hands. Torrie seemed to get the better of Trish. Torrie irish-whipped Trish to the ropes and jumped for a dropkick. Trish hung on to the ropes, however. Trish looked to Jericho and locked in the boston crab. Torrie went to tap but decided to hang on for few more seconds. Then she managed to reach the bottom rope. Trish was forced to let go. Trish picked Torrie up and irish-whipped her to the ropes. Torrie bounced off the ropes and Trish jumped at Torrie with the Lou Thesz Press and followed it up with a load of punches. Trish called for the Chick Kick. Torrie got to her feet and turned around. Trish gave her the Chick Kick but Torrie ducked. Trish spun around and Torrie gave her the Sit-out Facebuster. Torrie covered but only got a two-count. Torrie couldn't believe it! Torrie grabbed Trish by the hair and went to smash her head to the turnbuckle but Trish used her foot to block it and smashed Torrie's head instead. Torrie was stunned and Trish ran to the ropes. Trish bounced off with the clothesline but Torrie held out her arm with the clothesline as well. The two girls were on their backs now. A blood-covered Kidman took the chance by climbing the turnbuckle. He jumped off with the Shooting Star Press but Jericho pulled Trish out of the way. Kidman went stomach first, and was shaking in pain. Kidman rolled to the outside. Trish looked at Jericho, seemingly both shocked and grateful at the same time. Torrie took the chance and ran to Trish. But Trish saw it coming and managed to nail her with the Chick Kick. Jericho ran to the ropes and came off with a devastating Lionsault. Trish covered to retain the titles!
Result: Chris Jericho & Trish Stratus def. Billy Kidman & Torrie Wilson via pinfall
"YAY!" RAW students cheered, and SmackDown! students seemed disappointed. Trish and Jericho exchanged glances and shook hands awkwardly.
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In the SmackDown! Homeroom
"Everyone present?" Stephanie asked the whole roster. Students nodded.
"Wait! Weber's still absent," Orlando reported. He looked concerned.
"Okay," Teddy Long replied, marking the name absent. "By the way, I just want to congratulate our new champions." He looked at Spike Dudley who was sitting in the corner of the room with the Dudley Boyz. "Spike, our new Cruiserweight Champion." Hardly anyone clapped. Everybody saw it—he deliberately cheated to win the title.
Cena sighed. This faction only has two champions. How sad. And we got the Cruiserweight Title because three out of four competitors for the title are on SmackDown!
"And the holder of the grandest title out of all professional wrestling schools, our WWE Champion, John Bradshaw Layfield!" Teddy motioned towards the Texan-turned-New Yorker, who was standing near Booker T and Hardcore Holly. Several people clapped and of course, The Cabinet clapped the loudest. JBL was grinning from ear-to-ear—but his mind was much more focused on his upcoming match against Kane.
Will I win? He gritted his teeth. I'll do my best!
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In the RAW Homeroom
"You guys are great," Eric Bischoff commented. "Over two champions from this faction—I've never felt prouder."
"Yes, you have, Uncle Eric," Eugene argued. "When you won your first black belt in karate." He was grinning, and William Regal was shaking his head.
Eric rolled his eyes. "That's a different story, Eugene. How nice. So, here we have our Women's Champion, Trish Stratus!" He motioned towards Trish, but she wasn't there. "Huh? Where is she?"
"Still in the gym," Stacy responded. "With Jericho."
"Jericho, too? Well, there goes our United States Champion then. And of course, our Intercontinental Champion, Randy Orton!" Eric grinned at the playboy. Randy was smiling his famous smile, posing in glory, while Evolution clapped loudly.
"Our tag team champions, the Hardy Boyz!" Eric continued. The brothers were standing up proudly, with Edge & Christian clapping after them. People cheered. "Now, why don't I take the class roll—"
"Eric, let me, if you will," Shane offered. Eric had no choice but to hand over Shane the faction folder. The young McMahon sat on Eric's chair, and began marking everyone's names off. "Where are The Clique?" he asked. "Well, for now, The Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin."
"Aren't they still at the hospital?" Lilian asked. "Well, I think they are."
"Right," Shane replied, marking their names absent. "Now, you see here, guys…"
But Triple H interrupted. "We don't have time for useless chit-chat!"
Shane glared at him. "As a matter of fact, this is a quite important announcement. As you all know, we have won just about every title there, with the exception of two. The Cruiserweight title, and the grand WWE Championship gold. So—"
"Just hurry up already!" Randy shouted. Flair sniggered.
Shane gave them a Look. "I'm actually trying to finish this announcement, and it would be faster if only you—" he paused, then whispered the word accusingly, "—bastards—" As he said this, the whole RAW homeroom gasped in shock and surprise. They hadn't expected the usual-polite Shane to say such obscene word. "—hadn't interrupted." When he heard the word aimed at him and Evolution, Triple H frowned and shut his mouth. "So I'll tell you what I am going to do. I'll design a new title in replace… of the WWE Championship!"
Everyone in the room gasped in astonishment, even Eric Bischoff.
"I realize that we need a top title for our own faction, so the new title belt will be called… The World Heavyweight Championship!"
Everyone gasped again. Triple H's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
"Now… we have few cruiserweights here in RAW… but I was thinking of creating a Cruiserweight title, and since there is a pre-existing Cruiserweight Championship, let's call it… The Light Heavyweight Championship!"
Everyone was silent. No one made a sound or move. They thought it was brilliant. How pleasant it was to have a McMahon siding on their faction. And rumours had it that Stephanie would join RAW for Triple H's sake as well. Eric Bischoff smiled. RAW really is the dominant faction! Eric was now so happy, that he laughed so hard. Everybody looked at him weirdly.
"Err… Never mind that," he said quickly, putting on a straight face.
Shane continued. "Now, are there any questions?"
A hand shot up. "How are we gonna decide the champions?"
"That's a good point. Let me see…" Shane thought for a while. "I got it! We'll randomly divide the RAW students into four groups, and after everyone was drawn a Battle Royal Match will be called. The winner of each four Battle Royals will go into the finals, where they will face each other in a Four-Way Elimination Match."
"What about the Light Heavyweight Championship?"
"Well… I'll think of something," Shane replied.
Eric looked at Shane. Shane nodded.
"Meeting adjourned!" Eric declared.
"Wait!" Shane called. "I think we only have two cruiserweights (Tajiri and The Hurricane) here, so I think I am gonna call back the decision of designing the Light Heavyweight Championship! But the World Heavyweight Championship is a guarantee."
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Back in the SmackDown! Homeroom
"I have news for you guys," Stephanie informed the students. They turned around, now paying attention. "I'm moving to RAW."
Students exchanged glances. Then they exclaimed in unison, "WHAT?"
"I said, I'm moving to RAW," Stephanie repeated.
"No, we heard you the first time," responded Charlie Haas. "But it's just the fact that you're moving to our rival faction."
"Yeah," Chavo commented. "Doesn't that make you—kind of—a traitor, ese?"
Stephanie made a face. "Are you accusing me as a traitor?"
"No, what he meant was, why do you have to move, holmes? We are all glad that we have a McMahon siding with us. But suddenly you have to join RAW. It was actually your own decision to side with us, SmackDown!, because your brother already joined RAW—remember," Eddie explained.
"Yeah, well… You see, that time I was competing with my brother, trying to see which McMahon was better."
"Typical McMahon… What a princess," whispers could be heard through the room. Stephanie glared at the students.
"It's not that… it's because…. Well, I'm leaving. Bye."
"WAIT! You can't go before telling us the reason!" Booker T yelled, followed with nods of approval by other students.
"Well…"
"Stop saying 'Well'!" Sharmell complained.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Yah. I don't want to be… No… You see… well…"
"Just hurry up!"
"FINE! I'm moving coz' you guys suck! YOU HARDLY HAVE ANY TALENTS! Remember that: YOU GUYS SUCK! Did you see the results of the tournament? You guys lost! Totally! I didn't want to be rude at start, but you guys just HAD to yell, did you?" Stephanie screamed at the top of her lungs. Everybody's eyes widened in disbelief and opened their mouths.
Still eyes widened and mouths opened, they pointed to JBL's WWE Championship.
"Well! That's because he's brilliant, highly durable, and I reckon he deserves to be on RAW! I actually felt sorry for him!" Stephanie responded, still shouting.
"Why, thank you," JBL commented sarcastically. "But I wouldn't want to be in RAW with those spoiled losers—Randy Orton, for example.
"I actually achieved this title—" JBL started one of his infamous self-important speeches. Stephanie decided to cut him short. "Thank you, JBL."
Still with their eyes wide and mouths open, they pointed to Spike Dudley's Cruiserweight Championship.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud! He cheated to win that title, remember?" Stephanie reminded.
"Cheated? I don't remember that. Do you, Chavito?" Eddie asked his partner, scratching his head. Everyone nodded in agreement. NOW they approved Spike's cheating ways.
"It's true, IT'S TRUE—I don't remember that!" Kurt Angle supported.
"You guys just don't give up, do you?" Stephanie sighed in exasperation.
Then everyone, still with the same expression, shot back in unison. "We won't give up until you decide to stay."
Meanwhile, outside the SmackDown! homeroom, RAW students gathered in disbelief. "They're still having the meeting?" Rob Conway asked Sylvan Grenier.
"That's not cool," Carlito told Matt Morgan, chewing his apple.
"They must be very serious," commented Christian to Matt.
Shane was standing with them, smiling at the panicked Stephanie.
Then Triple H barged in. "Leave her alone, will you? She's coming with me to RAW!" He grabbed the Billion Dollar Princess' wrist and pulled her out of the room. She seemed grateful.
"Meeting dismissed!" Teddy called in disappointment. All students sighed.
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In the gym
"I—Jericho—I don't know what to say," Trish stammered. Jericho looked at her.
"Trish, I don't know what to say either," he said, smiling.
"You pulled me out of the way as Kidman attempted to do Shooting Star Press," she said. Jericho nodded. "You killed Kidman when he attacked me earlier."
"No problem, babe," Jericho answered. "So… are we still together?"
"Seeing what a good team we make and how you respect me, I'll say…" she smiled, nodding. "… yes."
"YEAH!' Jericho raised his fist in the air. Then he started dancing around.
"Actually… I'll take that back," Trish turned around.
Jericho's jaw dropped. Then Trish looked back and smiled. "Just kidding."
Jericho smiled back. "I've never been more glad." He took her hand, leading her out of the ring. "After you, my pretty baby."
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In the Evolution's locker room
Cena was sweating, his hands clasped together. Do I have to? he thought nervously, scared of having to confront Randy about the whole love triangle thing with Stacy. What if they bash me up or something? After getting out of Homeroom, he ran to the locker room, hiding from his friends so they didn't know where he went. They would try to back him off from the whole thing and get all worried about him. I'm sorry, guys.
"Yeah, so I told the chick—" Randy walked in with Batista and Flair, laughing. He stopped when he stared at the unexpected guest in their locker room. "What do you want?" he asked coldly.
Cena stood up. "Look, Randy, I know that in the past we've been very competitive with each other and stuff. Now, about Stacy—"
Randy cut him off. "About Stacy? I thought we're over that."
"Yeah, I've got problem with that. You see, the last time we talked—well, fought, in the 15-minute Iron Man Match (A/N: See Chapter 10)—it didn't end very well. Remember when Stacy had to be the Special Guest Referee? If I remember correctly, she refused to make the count for Batista and he slammed her with a Spinebuster. Then you delivered the RKO to her. How dare you treat your then-girlfriend like that?" Cena asked furiously.
Randy yawned. "What I want is what I get, Cena," he glared at the new guy. "If I say so, then that's how it will be." He spat on the floor. "Understand?"
Cena didn't feel panicked at all. He was way too used with Randy's arrogance and selfish attitude. "Let me tell you something, Randy. I'm not afraid of you!"
Randy looked taken aback. He smirked, and started punching Cena. Soon Batista and Flair joined in. "Are you afraid now?" Randy shouted as Batista kicked his guts. Flair gave hard chest chops, and Cena groaned in pain.
"Stop it!" The four looked at another unexpected guest who just entered, surprised. It was Stacy! The tall blonde ran in front of Cena, and Randy stopped his fist. "Randy, stop it!" she yelled.
Randy looked at the girl, remembering the day that he delivered a devastating RKO to her. He shook his head. "Stacy, get out of the way! He tried to steal you from me!"
Stacy shook her head back a Randy. "No, Randy, you misunderstood!"
"Yeah, Cena is not only a girlfriend-stealer, but also a liar!" Randy suggested.
"He didn't try to get on with me! I kissed him!" Stacy explained.
Randy looked shocked. So did Flair and Batista, though not very apparent. Cena seemed bewildered. "What…?"
Stacy felt sweat running down the back of her neck. She nodded shakily. "Randy, all this time you've misunderstood! Cena hadn't started the whole thing in the first place."
Randy looked down, silent. Flair and Batista didn't dare to say anything. Stacy's eyes glimmered. "It was just a peck on the forehead! It was nothing, really."
"Oh, was it?" Randy shot back. I don't know who to believe anymore.
"We finished our homework, and Cena fell asleep. So, to wake him up, I…" Stacy trailed off. She remembered when the Hardy Boyz saw her kissing the guy. But why didn't they say anything about it on the day Randy confronted Cena?
"We're over for good." Randy walked out of the door slowly, Flair and Batista trailing after him. "I've misunderstood you."
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In Vince's office
"I'm requesting one more thing, Mr. McMahon!" JBL said as he walked in. Vince looked at him. "The match shall be of Hardcore Rules!"
The principal smiled. "Well, if that's what you want. You decide—you're the WWE Champion!" JBL nodded.
"Yeah."
"But under a certain condition: Anyone who makes direct contact the with any of the competitors will be expelled. I'll inform The Undertaker and his brother Kane in a second through the P.A. announcement."
In the gym, period 3, people already filled their seats. They seemed very enthusiastic. The sound of bell ringing hit the arena, and people groaned loudly. A white limo appeared, and its passenger stepped out with a determined look on his face. "Making his way to the ring, from New York City, New York… weighing in 297 lbs… John Bradshaw Layfield!" JBL took off his hat and lifted his belt up high, smiling proudly, and walked to the ring alone.
Then a flame burst filled the arena. The writing in big, bold letters The Fire Still Burns was displayed on the huge screen. Kane came out with a black cloth covering his bald head. "From Houston, Texas, weighing in 307 lbs… Kane!" He jumped to the apron, eyeing his opponent. Then he stood on the middle of the ring, raising his arms slowly… and a pyro effects burst from each turnbuckle.
John Bradshaw Layfield vs. Kane – Hardcore Rules Match
JBL and Kane locked up. Kane pushed JBL off. The two locked up again. Kane caught JBL's throat and took him down. Kane was choking JBL on the mat. There are no disqualifications in hardcore matches. If JBL passed out, it will count as a legal submission! JBL used his leg for a desperate low blow. Kane let go off the hold and backed away. JBL gasped for air. JBL covered Kane but Kane kicked out. JBL covered again and Kane quickly kicked out. JBL gave Kane right hands straight to Kane's forehead. Kane caught JBL's throat and choked. Kane got to his feet as he kept on choking JBL. JBL gave him another low blow and followed it up by a big right hand to the back of the neck. JBL covered but Kane kicked out. JBL gave Kane a series of elbow drops before running to the ropes to come off with a fourth elbow drop. JBL covered but Kane kicked out. JBL smashed Kane's head to the turnbuckle and gave him a series of chest chops. JBL irish-whipped Kane to the opposite corner but Kane reversed. JBL came off the turnbuckle and Kane gave him a big back body drop.
Kane got out of the ring and started to search for weapons underneath the ring. Kane went to search and search but could not find any weapon. Kane was busy searching for a weapon and JBL took this chance. JBL folded a steel chair from ringside and hit Kane on the spine with it. Kane was still standing, though. JBL whacked Kane with the chair on the spine two more times and hit it right to Kane's forehead. Falls count anywhere in hardcore matches and not just in the ring. JBL covered Kane but Kane just got the shoulder up. JBL tossed Kane head first to the steel post. Kane was busted open. JBL irish-whipped Kane to the steel steps but Kane reversed! JBL went shoulder first. Both men were down. JBL draped an arm over Kane for a two-count. JBL and Kane got to their feet and started exchanging right hands. Kane got the better of JBL. He went to smash JBL's head to the announcer's table but JBL used his leg to block it and smashed Kane's head instead. Kane may be powerful, but in hardcore matches, JBL might be the better man. JBL set up the announcer's table. JBL pulled off one of the monitors and nailed it to Kane's skull. JBL proceeded with his work on the announcer's table. Then he placed Kane on it. He got Kane in a front facelock and went for the DDT but Kane held on. JBL gave Kane fists to the spine and went for the DDT again but Kane held on. Kane gave JBL a back body drop through the other announcer's table, which had not been set up. Then Kane jumped off with an elbow. Kane covered but JBL managed to get his left shoulder up!
Kane couldn't believe it. Then he called for the Chokeslam. JBL got to his feet and turned around. Kane caught his throat. JBL gave him a third low blow in the match and followed it by the DDT to the concrete's floor. JBL hooked the leg but Kane kicked out. JBL picked up the steel chair again and banged it to the steps several times. He wanted Kane to get up. Kane got up and JBL went for it but Kane dodged it. Kane caught JBL's throat but JBL used the steel chair on Kane's skull. JBL searched under the ring and found a lead pipe. He slid Kane back to the ring and returned to the ring himself with the lead pipe. He gave Kane a shot to the ribs and to the spine. Then Kane got up and JBL used it on Kane's nose. Kane was now not only bleeding from the cut on his forehead, but also from his nose. JBL called for the Clothesline From Hell. Then The Undertaker's theme Rollin' hit the arena. The Undertaker entered the ring with his motorbike. This distracted JBL, setting up an opportunity for Kane to capitalize. Unfortunately, Kane's broken nose failed him, as Kane who just sprung to his feet fell to the mat. JBL turned around, seeing that The Undertaker's distraction was about to cost him his match. JBL quickly gave Kane a DDT and covered for the three-count.
Result: John Bradshaw Layfield def. Kane via pinfall
After the match, 'Taker got to the ring and planted JBL with the Chokeslam. The Basham Brothers stormed the ring but 'Taker caught both of their throats and gave them Chokeslam at the same time. Orlando came with a steel chair and used it on 'Taker but it barely affected him at all. 'Taker caught Orlando's throat and gave him the Chokeslam as well. 'Taker set JBL in The Last Ride. 'Taker went for the move and managed to successfully hit JBL with it. As the medics cleared the ring, 'Taker looked down to Kane. 'Taker caught his throat and gave him the Chokeslam! 'Taker did the throat slash and nailed Kane with the Tombstone Piledriver. It seemed that 'Taker was not happy that Kane lost. But with Kane's loss, it should be noted that 'Taker just got a shot at the WWE Championship.
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At WWE Private Hospital, 4:27pm
The Rock placed the flowers he had in his hands into the blue ceramic vase by Kevin Nash's sickbed. He sighed, looking at his still-unconscious friend. He turned around and shook his head at Austin, who was placing cans of beers on Shawn Michaels' bedside table.
"Hey Austin," The Rock called. Austin nodded. "Have you ever wondered who was behind the attack of HBK and Nash?"
Austin seemed thoughtful. "That's a good question. Since the attack, we and those creepy McMahons have been too busy to even think about who started it."
"Yeah. Who would ever want to do such a nasty thing?"
"I don't know, Rock. It will be very hard to find out. I mean, practically everybody—except the girls—uses the boys' locker room and toilet."
"But at least we can narrow the suspects down—who uses the boys' locker room and toilet afterschool?" The Rock objected.
"Good point," Austin answered. "Maybe we can try to find out who did this? You know; alibis, proofs, and shit."
"Well, guess what? The Rock thinks we're like from CSI or something," The Rock grinned.
Will The Rock and Steve Austin succeed in finding out the person (or people) behind the attack of HBK and Kevin Nash? Is JBL going to win Amy back on Friday? Is Randy ever going to forgive Stacy and Cena? Now that Trish and Jericho are going out, how long is their relationship going to last? Find out in the next chapter: Cena's Ultimate Challenge.
A/N: In this chapter, the Character of the Chapter will make its debut. A character who made the most impact in the chapter will be the Character of the Chapter. Character of the Chapter will provide profiles and a brief history of that character's role in this fanfiction so far. This chapter's Character of the Chapter is Chris Jericho!
Character of the Chapter
Chris Jericho
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 230 lbs
From: Toronto, Canada
Finishing Move(s):
Walls of Jericho
Lionsault
Signature Move(s):
Running Enzuiguri
One-hand Bulldog
Springboard Dropkick
Backhand chop
Sleeper slam
Full-nelson facebuster
High School Drama Bio: He's a Heavy metal and Rock music fan. His Canadian Dollar Bet has made him very unpopular with Trish Stratus, his love interest, and he blames it on his ex-best buddy, Christian. In order to make it up for his love, Jericho helps Trish win her tournament matches, which mostly ends up in her slapping him. After all the pain he's suffered, Jericho finally becomes the U.S. Champion and wins back Trish's heart. Probably the most pitiful character in the story, I'd say. Recently captures the attention of the students with his outstanding in-ring skills.
A/N: Starting from this chapter, Q & A will be replaced by Inside Water-Swordsman's Realm. This section will be my comments and replies to questions and reviews.It will practically cover every review for the chapter.
A/N: 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.