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 16: Change of Heart
Earlier before lunch (still Wednesday)
"We're screwed," muttered The Rock hopelessly, kicking rocks on the concrete ground. He and Stone Cold Steve Austin were making their way to WWE Private Hospital, still devastated by the fact that they just got suspended for a week.
"Hey," Austin said, gesturing towards Rocky with his can of beer, "Now, I don't want you to hear that defeatist attitude… I want to hear you UPBEAT!"
"We're screwed!" The Rock repeated, this time more upbeat.
"There ya go." (A/N: Yes, this is a reference to 10 Things I Hate About You )
"Vince just couldn't accept the fact that his Billion Dollar Princess has been involved with the whole plan all along." The Rock sighed.
"Hey, why do you think Triple H came up with the plan?" Austin asked.
"You remembered when he interfered in our WWE Championship match?" Austin nodded. The Rock continued, "Well, I assume he was just being his selfish and greedy self. You know, he always wants to hold the highest championship titles."
"He just made me want to give him a Stunner," mumbled Austin vengefully. They made their way inside the hospital, and checking in for their names as visitors. Next, they took the lift to reach HBK and Nash's room.
"Rock, Austin," HBK grinned weakly when he and Nash saw their friends. He looked pale and thin, while Nash grew skinnier. Leftover foods' plates were laid on the table next to each bed, and they didn't look very appetizing.
"So… you guys alright?" The Rock asked, sounding concerned, pointing t the head. Nash smirked.
"We'd be alright if it wasn't for the hospital food they're serving," he joked.
"Don't ask us. How are you guys doing? Isn't it school time?" HBK asked.
"School?" Austin emphasized. "We don't care about school. Vince is an asshole."
HBK laughed. "Lemme guess… Did he suspend you?"
"How did you know that?" The Rock gave 'The People's Eyebrow'.
"Oh, we've been with you guys for too long," Nash smiled thinly.
"I hate schools—especially the principals, who make the rules!" Austin yelled.
"Sssh!" HBK shushed. "It's a hospital!"
"By the way—" Austin closed the door, indicating a private conversation, "—we've figured out who attacked you guys." The Rock nodded firmly. "And it's also the reason we're suspended."
"Serious?" HBK asked, sounding surprised. Nash frowned angrily.
"Serious." The Rock inhaled deeply, and whispered the name of the attacker: "Batista." Upon hearing this, HBK and Nash gasped.
"Serious?" Nash asked unsurely. Austin frowned.
"Hell, yeah! Why do you guys sound like you don't trust me?"
"Well, if you say so, then…" HBK began, but suddenly the nurse burst in.
"Excuse me, Mr. Michaels and Mr. Nash? I have just been informed by Dr. Williams, that due to your improving condition—is it because of the hospital food?—you may be permitted to go back home by tonight." After saying this, she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
The Clique looked at each other. They jumped and shouted and laughed (though not too loudly). Now that the two could come back, they would help Austin and The Rock convince the whole school about Evolution's nasty plan!
"By the way, why were you guys suspended for knowing the attacker?" Nash asked, curious. "It's not like it's gonna scare off the whole school."
The Rock and Austin stared at each other. "We attacked the McMahons."
"What?" HBK cried. "How?"
"I was gonna do a Stunner on Steph, but Shane went to cover for his sister, so I stunned him instead. The Rock managed to spit on The Billion Dollar Princess' face, anyway," Austin recalled the moment which led them to suspension.
"And you guys can imagine how mad Vince was," The Rock grinned.
"Brilliant," commented Nash and Michaels in unison. Just like everybody else, they couldn't stand the McMahons.
"Now, why don't we wait until tomorrow?" The Rock suggested. "So we can return to school and surprise everyone—especially Vince—and tell them the truth about that damn Evolution."
"Normally, I would agree… but aren't you and Austin suspended?" HBK asked.
"Hey, when have I ever listened to any rules?" Austin laughed.
Back at school
Just ten minutes after the assembly ended, which landed the students in their last classes, a short P.A. announcement rang through the school hallways and rooms. "Please excuse for this interruption, staff and students, but can I please have all the students back to the gym arena please? My son Shane has something important to announce. Thank you."
Students groaned. Cena, Team eXtreme and Edge & Christian groaned louder. They just got back from the gym for assembly, now they had to go back again? But they were not the only ones who got annoyed. Students got up from their seats lazily, mumbling curses about Vince under their breaths.
"Where's Trish?" Candice Michelle asked Stacy Keibler. Stacy shrugged.
"Probably making out with Jericho under the tree near the gym."
"I'm so jealous. I've never been out with a boy… yet," Candice sighed dreamily.
Stacy didn't answer. Having a boyfriend is not all good, she thought. Especially with my now-over relationship with Randy. She sighed. And Cena.
In the gym, students were very noisy, as the school was nearly over. They had no time to attend some pathetic assembly. Some looked impatient, and some just looked plain annoyed.
Thankfully, Shane didn't take long to come out. His theme, Here Comes The Money, hit the arena as he entered the place. The injured Boy Wonder, after doing a few foot taps—despite being stunned a few hours earlier—, quickly took his place with the microphone. He cleared his throat.
"As a part of the RAW faction, I would like to congratulate all the participants—including myself—of the tournament." He grinned broadly. Eric Bischoff smiled. RAW students clapped, whistling. "And to the… SmackDown! faction as well, of course," he added hastily. Teddy Long shot him a nasty look. "I'm very proud that you guys all tried your best. We have several champions here, and let's give them a round of applause." People clapped more.
Before Shane finished his announcement and update news, Stephanie's All Grown Up theme hit the arena. People groaned, mostly from SmackDown! (reasoned by her unexpected move to RAW). The Billion Dollar Princess entered the gym with a large briefcase in her hand.
"My sister is here, for a reason: I'm introducing a new title." Shane's announcement had the whole gym (except for RAW students, who knew about this already) gasping. "It's called the World Heavyweight Championship—yeah, I know… cool name, huh? Only the best students can win this title. WWE Private Academy has been privileged to create titles like these and call it 'World Heavyweight Championship'. Why? Because WWE is the best professional wrestling school in the universe!"
"Now, every title will need a holder. So, to decide who will be the first to win this title—The World Heavyweight Title, I have decided to make a Battle Royal. Battle Royals, mind me. RAW male students will be divided into four Battle Royals throughout random drawing. The winner of each Battle Royal will face off in a Fatal Four-Way Dance, an elimination-style match with four wrestlers battling it out. The Last Man Standing will be the winner and will be crowned the new and the first-ever (WWE) World Heavyweight Champion!" Shane announced. "And here is the World Heavyweight Championship belt! Steph, open it."
Stephanie opened the briefcase. A large belt, carved with the WWE Logo at the top, with gold covering the front of the belt. All students gasped in surprise, amazed.
"Take a good look at greatness! Power! Beauty! This World Heavyweight Championship will be everything that is great!" Shane declared. Triple H's eyes were locked to the championship gold.
"The Battle Royals will be held tomorrow, and the Four-Way Dance will be on Friday, along with other matches like the WWE Championship match. Oh and just before the bell rings, a contenders match will be held right here, right now! So come, Edge and Christian!" Shane called. Edge's theme (A/N: pre-2004) was played. Edge and Christian were startled and they got up from their seats.
"This match will determine who will face the World Tag Team Champion at Friday! And their opponents will be Eugene and William Regal!" Eugene's theme was played. Eugene, looking retarded, got out of his seat and jumped up and down while clapping. Regal shook his head.
Edge & Christian vs. Eugene & William Regal
Regal told Eugene to go to the tag rope. Eugene was still jumping up and down, excited as he was. Christian was selected to start things off for his team. Regal and Christian locked up centre of the ring. Regal got the side headlock. Christian pushed Regal to the ropes. Regal came off with a shoulder tackle. Regal ran to the ropes, hopped over Christian and ran to the opposite ropes. Regal came off and gave Christian another shoulder. Regal covered but Christian kicked out at one. Christian got up and Regal gave him a straight punch right to the face. Christian backed away to the ropes. Regal gave Christian few shots to the ribs and irish-whipped him to the opposite ropes. Christian reversed. Regal came off the ropes and Christian leaped over him. Regal ran to the opposite ropes and Christian leaped over him again. Regal came off the opposite ropes and Christian gave him the arm drag takedown into the arm bar. Regal used his leg to kick Christian on the forehead, escaping the hold. Regal tagged Eugene.
Eugene got to the ring, grinning and pointing to Christian while jumping up and down. Christian and Edge looked puzzle. Eugene and Christian locked up. Eugene got the side headlock takedown. Christian's shoulders were down and he got it up at a two-count. Christian and Eugene got up while Eugene kept the side headlock. Christian gave Eugene a back suplex to get out of it and tagged Edge. Edge picked Eugene up and gave him a headbutt followed by a chest chop. Eugene backed away to his corner. Edge gave Eugene right hands to the face and a chest chop. Regal made the tag and gave Edge a shot to the kidney. Edge fell to the mat. Regal gave Edge shots to the forehead and a knee to the forehead. Regal ran to the ropes and came off with an elbow drop. Edge moved out of the way and gave Regal the elbow drop. Edge picked Regal up and gave him a bionic elbow. Regal backed away. Edge irish-whipped him to a corner and Regal came off to receive a big back body drop. Edge covered for a two-count. Edge held Regal and tagged Christian. Christian gave Regal a shot to the ribs and double-teamed for a double-suplex. Christian gave Regal two elbow drops and covered but Regal kicked out. Christian picked Regal up and went for a move but Regal gave him an eye poke. Christian backed away. Regal gave him a chest chop and irish-whipped him to the ropes. Christian came off and Regal gave him a shoulder tackle. Regal gave Christian an underhook suplex and covered for a two-count. Regal tagged Eugene.
Eugene performed his Junkyard Dog stunt and locked in the Sharpshooter. Christian made it to the ropes and Eugene let go off the hold and jumped up and down, thinking that he had the match won. The ref explained that Christian had the ropes and did not submit. Eugene was upset. Christian quickly rolled Eugene but Regal quickly broke the fall. Eugene was mentally upset. He was so upset that when he got the upperhand with an uppercut, he just stopped and did not take advantage of the situation. But who was more upset might be Regal. This might cost his title shot. Regal tagged himself in.
Regal made european uppercuts to Christian in the corner. Regal gave Christian an underhook powerbomb. He covered but Edge broke up the fall. Regal threw a punch but Edge got behind him and gave him the Edge-O-Matic. Christian got Regal in an inverted facelock and dropped him in a backbreaker. Christian covered but Regal kicked out. Christian tagged Edge. The two gave Regal the double Edgecution variation. Edge hooked the leg but Regal's foot was on the bottom rope. Edge connected with a suplex and tagged Christian. The two stomped away. This was practically a handicap match. Christian and Edge irish-whipped Regal to the ropes. Regal came and gave them a double-clothesline. The three men were down. Regal crawled to his team's corner. He tagged Eugene. Eugene, still upset, got in the ring nevertheless. Eugene gave Edge a DDT. Christian threw a clothesline but Eugene ducked to connect with a German suplex. Edge gave Eugene a dropkick and returned to the tag rope. Christian covered but Regal broke the fall. Regal brawled with Christian outside the ring.
With the ref focusing on Regal and Christian, Edge set Eugene in the corner for the Spear. Eugene got up. Regal just irish-whipped Christian to the steel steps. Edge nailed Eugene with the Spear. Regal returned to the ring. Edge kicked him in the gut and gave him a DDT. Edge set Regal in the Spear. As Regal grabbed the ropes to help himself up, he smiled mysteriously. He pulled something out of his tights. It was the brass knuckles. Regal's old friend. He armed his left fist with it and as he turned around, Edge struck him with the Spear but Regal managed to nail Edge right in the collarbone. Regal quickly covered his left fist and it seemed that the ref did not spot the brass knucks. Christian returned to the ring and he spotted the brass knucks. The ref was now checking on Edge, who seemed knocked out. Regal nailed Christian in the skull with the brass knucks and placed Eugene on top of Christian. He returned to the tag rope with a glorious, mischievous smile. The ref turned around to see Eugene on top of Christian and made the three-count. Eugene and William Regal are the new contenders for The Hardy Boyz's World Tag Team Championship!
Result: Eugene & William Regal def. Edge & Christian
The ref raised Eugene and Regal's arms up. Eugene couldn't believe it and hugged Regal. I scored the pinfall victory! He thought. But actually it was Regal and his brass knuckles. "We might see that brass knucks in play again this Friday," Jim Ross commented. "All I can say is, Hardy Boyz, better watch out."
"You guys okay?" Lita asked the boys in the lockerroom. Christian was clutching his head, while Edge was complaining about his injured neck area.
"We're not okay!" Christian responded angrily. "Regal clearly cheated, right? You saw that, right?"
Cena sighed. "Yeah, and I think Shane doesn't care about the students' performances—who won is all that matters."
"Too bad," Matt said, patting Edge on the back, while Jeff did the same to Christian.
"Cena, can I talk to you for a minute?" JBL stood near the door with The Cabinet.
The six friends stared at each other with hard, suspicious looks. Now this is getting weird! Jeff thought silently. This whole JBL-Cena thing…
Meanwhile, Matt was thinking the exact same thing. There's no way JBL can suddenly turn into Mr. Nice Guy! He scratched his chin. He must want Cena to do him favor or something dangerous.
Aren't they archenemies or something? Why would JBL talk to Cena? Lita leaned closer to Cena, as well as the other boys. JBL had a concern look on his face. He cleared his throat, and gave threatening glances to the other boys, motioning them to get out of the room. Still confused, they got out of the room.
"Now, Cena." JBL turned to focus on the junior. Cena gave him a suspicious look. "Tomorrow, you'll face The Undertaker in a rematch."
Cena snorted. "Ha! You're funny, JBL." He stared at the tall New Yorker, hard.
"No, Cena. I'm serious. The Undertaker was not happy. You have not been informed and since he figured out you would not come to the ring with him (again), he told Vince to keep it a secret. Unfortunately, my boys spied on The Undertaker and discover his plan," JBL explained.
"I see… But why are you telling me this?" Cena asked, wondering.
"Well… you need help, don't you? I'll be there at ringside with my Cabinet and be ready to assist you if you need help," JBL offered. "Besides, I think you don't deserve another match against The Undertaker. I think it's unfair. You've beaten him once. You don't need to face him again. On the next day."
"Yeah… But why were you helping me in me match against The Undertaker?" Cena demanded, still thinking this whole idea didn't make perfect sense.
"We both dislike The Undertaker and two heads are better than one. So, shake on it?" JBL offered.
Cena twitched his eyebrows.
"Years ago, The Undertaker was the big bad bully and he still is. He took all the glory while I was only a minion. Vince was scared of him and guess what? He still is. Especially that brat Shane McMahon. Undertaker automatically gained control of the whole school. I thought, how did Shane and Vince not stand up to The Undertaker? Some pathetic cowards shouldn't lead this industry; I say we make an impact! Only I need your help, Cena," JBL told the tale. "Someone needs to teach those cowards a lesson."
"You were The Undertaker's minion? And he took control of the school?" Cena asked.
"Yeah. Vince promised The Undertaker glory and power if he could beat one man. The master of the middle-finger, Stone Cold Steve Austin. They dubbed him 'Stone Cold' because he's ruthless, aggressive foul-mouthed son of a bitch. He had no friends and he didn't care if he had any. He stunned every one of those who tried to be his friend. Even those who didn't mess with him, he stunned as well," JBL said.
"Oh… I see. But what about The Clique?" Cena asked curiously.
"I dunno, a Change of Heart?" JBL suggested. "Where was I? Oh. I was The Undertaker's minion, and there was Viscera, Mideon, Gangrel, Christian & Edge, and… Faarooq."
"Hold on, hold on! Did you just say Christian & Edge?" Cena asked.
"Yeah. I thought they told you that," JBL replied, slightly surprised.
"Oh yeah, that's right. They said, 'We couldn't believe we took a part in this.' And Faarooq? What happened to him?" Cena curiously asked.
"Well… I guess I should tell you the whole story. But we're running out of time, I need to go somewhere. I'll make it quick. Faarooq was my best friend. We lost to The Undertaker in a Handicap Match and as promised, we joined his new stable. We captured Mideon and defeated Viscera. Then since there was a pre-existing stable that had a similar goal like us, and were interested in the stuff we were doing, they joined us. That stable was called The Brood, and consisted of Edge, Christian, and the leader, Gangrel. They drank blood and had fangs. They were actually just Goths and in fact drank wine and wore those glow-in-the-dark plastic toy fangs—handy for Halloween! But Gangrel's were real though. I dunno how," JBL said. "Then we started a reign of terror in WWE High. There were screams, and we all loved it!" He laughed.
Cena cringed. What a weird guy!
"Anyways, The Undertaker offered Vince a deal. Vince declined, but thought that he could use The Undertaker to get to Stone Cold Steve Austin. 'Taker lost and disappeared. Then me and Faarooq started making money by making deals with our clients. They would give us money, and then we would bash up the people who they wanted us to bash up," JBL said.
"So… what happened to Faarooq?" Cena continued asking.
"……I came up with the idea of this prank, Faarooq and I were on different places to operate the prank. That time I was greatly praised for my skills and I was recognized as a student who had a future career as an investor. So when Faarooq got busted, I… blamed it all on him. He was expelled and never showed his face anymore," JBL ended his story.
"How tragic," Cena commented.
"Yeah. That's Faarooq. So, anyway… deal?" JBL extended a hand.
"I… uh… well…" Cena didn't know what to say. Come to think about it, he'd made lots of decisions during his stay at WWE Private Academy. Should I accept JBL's offer? He's made my school life pretty miserable so far, not counting when he helped me in my match with The Undertaker. But it seems that he's changed! "… yeah, I guess." I'll give it a try.
"Super! It's a deal. You'll be an honorary member of The Cabinet. You'll sit with us at lunch, hang with us at recess and afterschool. From now on, we'll back each other up. Questions? I'll be glad to answer them," JBL grinned.
Cena felt panicked. "Umm… no… no, I don't think so." I didn't think about The Cabinet! Oh great, what are the others gonna say about this?
"No? Brilliant. Okay, 'till we meet again." JBL opened the door and dragged away the rest of The Cabinet with him.
Team eXtreme, Christian and Edge looked at him anxiously. Cena could understand why—they wanted to make sure that JBL didn't threaten him or anything. "What?"
"What did he say?" Lita asked, followed by the boys shouting questions at Cena.
"He… asked me to join The Cabinet," Cena answered. The response, of course, was met by huge shock reactions.
"You're kidding, right?" Matt demanded. He couldn't believe it…and neither could the others. Jeff was open-mouthed, and Christian & Edge were silent. Cena didn't answer, but was staring on the floor instead. Matt's eyes widened.
"But you rejected the offer, right?" Christian asked, forcing a hopeful smile. But as he stared at Cena, who looked away, his expression changed. "Right?"
"Look, I'm sorry, okay!" Cena finally spoke. "I joined The Cabinet, but that's temporary. It's only for my business with The Undertaker. And anyways, he's not the person we thought he was. Guys, it's not like I'm gonna be with The Cabinet forever. Don't worry. "
"If you say so, then…" Edge replied, unsure, then suggested that they should go home. It was late.
At Hard Rock Café
"Torrie will make sure that she gets her way," Trish said, sipping her Strawberry Daiquiri. Jericho nodded, taking a bite from his Tupelo Chicken Tenders meal. "You know her—everyone does—that she knows how to get what she wants."
"Don't worry about her, babe. She's just a dumb blonde."
"Excuse me! I'm a blonde, too," Trish glared at him. "You're also a blonde."
"Sorry, my bad. I was just trying to make you feel better. You don't have to worry about Torrie Wilson."
"You're right, Chris. I don't have to worry about some trash." Trish smiled, feeling better, giving her boyfriend on the cheek. Jericho grinned.
"Excusez-moi, who were you calling 'trash'?" A familiar voice made Trish and Jericho turn around in annoyance. Torrie was standing behind her, with Kidman carrying her shopping bags. "Why don't you look in the mirror?"
"Well, I don't need to, because there's already an example of one… you!" Trish faked a smile at Torrie.
"Oh, so we're having an insulting competition, are we?" Torrie held her chin high. "Well, you better bring it."
"Oh, it's already been brought-en," Trish responded. Kidman and Jericho exchanged looks. Was that even a word?
"Well, you put the 'ass' in 'embarrassment' and 'oo' in 'jujitsu'." She smiled superiorly. People were staring at them now.
"You put the 'boo' in 'taboo' and 'suck' in liposuction'," Trish responded. Behind her, Jericho sniggered at Torrie.
Torrie's face turned red. "Well, uh…" Finding no good comebacks, he turned to her boyfriend. "Billy, you take over!"
Kidman was dumbfounded. "Huh?" He thought hard. "Umm… uh… you put the 'worst' in 'bratwurst'," he started, shooting a quick glance at Torrie, who was smiling approvingly. "And you put the 'ism' in 'This is all just a defense mechanism'!" (A/N: Yes, a reference from Not Another Teen Movie ) He grinned at his own joke. Torrie's expression dropped. Trish and Jericho raised their eyebrows, staring at each other, and broke into laughs.
"I didn't know your boyfriend was this funny," Trish said, stifling a laugh, to the expressionless Torrie. Jericho was still laughing.
"And… dumb," he added. Kidman frowned.
"Honey, you don't stand a chance against me," Trish told Torrie, and then dragged Jericho out of the place.
Torrie, red-faced, was fuming. She balled her hands into fists and smacked Kidman on the head, hard. "That's for being stupid!"
"What? What? Oh, come on!" Kidman followed her out of the restaurant.
At Trish's place
"That was hilarious!" Jericho said. Trish smiled. She got out a movie.
"Care to spend a night here?" she offered.
"Ooh… I smell an offer here," Jericho grinned. He took Trish's hands. "What do I get?" He twirled with Trish's blonde locks.
"Well… We can watch movie, dinner, and… umm…" Trish stopped. "… some Stratusfaction?"
Jericho grinned. "I got you, baby. Stratusfaction?"
"100-percent Stratusfaction Guaranteed," Trish winked. They were about to kiss, but suddenly the phone rang. They pulled apart.
"I'll get that," Trish ran to the phone. It was Stacy, asking for a girls' night-out. "Oh, Stacy… I'm sorry, I can't. I have someone over for the night."
Stacy seemed to get the hint. "Oh, ok then… Have fun, you two!" Trish went red-faced. "See you at school!"
"Bye!" Trish placed the phone on the receiver. "So… where were we?"
Jericho held his hands around her. "When you promised me a 100-percent Stratusfaction." They went for a kiss, but the phone rang once again. They pulled back, and Jericho was frustrated.
"Oh, Christ!" he shouted, exasperated. He picked up the phone. "Hey! STOP F#$!ING CALLING US OR YOU'LL BE—Oh, sorry… I didn't… uhh…" Jericho stopped yelling and lowered his tone down. Trish was puzzled. "This is Jericho… yeah… OK… I'll get her for you, sir." He handed the cordless phone to Trish. "Here. It's Mr. McMahon. I hope he won't suspend me for yelling at him."
Trish giggled. "Hello, Mr. McMahon?" She nodded, and kept answering answers such as 'yes', 'alright' and such and such. "OK, sir. Thank you." She placed the phone back on the receiver, and informed Jericho. "Eric Bischoff wants me in a Fatal Four-Way Elimination match for my Women's title tomorrow."
"Sounds interesting. Against who?"
"Victoria, Molly Holly, and Stephanie McMahon." Jericho cringed at the last name.
"Stephanie? Oh man, Evolution will do anything to make sure their queen wins."
"Don't need to worry about that. Why don't we just watch a movie?"
Will The Clique return with the truth about Evolution? Is JBL going to win Amy back on Friday—but first of all, how will Cena survive as a member of The Cabinet, abandoning his old friends? Is Trish going to retain her title or lose to any of the three girls she's up against? Find out in the next chapter: Decisions.
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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 The Rock!
Character of the Chapter
The Rock
Height: 195 cm
Weight: 275 lbs
From: Miami, Florida
Status: Face
Finishing Move(s):
Rock Bottom
People's Elbow
Sharpshooter
Signature Move(s):
Spinebuster
DDT
Samoan Drop
People's Punch
High School Drama Bio: The member of the most elite and popular group at WWE Private Academy, The Clique. He's very loud and outspoken, and along with his best buddy Stone Cold Steve Austin, he loves to annoy people with his catchphrases, such as 'Do you smell what The Rock is cookin'?', 'The Rock says…' and 'Jabroni'. He's not a really bright student, but is more focused on wrestling. Because of his ability to talk the smack on the mic, the two becomes the commentators for Cena's debut match against Christian. An ultimate students' favourite, Rocky is always up for a good convo where he can just chime in with his quotes. When he attacks the McMahons, Vince suspends him, along with Austin. But being a stubborn guy himself, they might as well come back to school with the healed HBK and Nash to reveal to the whole school about Evolution…
Inside Water-Swordsman's Realm:
OK, first, people keep asking me who Cena will end up with—mostly, Trish or Stacy. I've been thinking about it and have decided who Cena will end up with. I can't spoil the secret, can I ? The storyline will sure be nicely done and the readers should be able to enjoy it. Just to let you know, the storyline will have a twist filled with dramatic moments. OK?
Second, people also ask me if I can update a little quicker. Well, just so you know, I only have one computer and it's shared among 4 members of my family … I can't continue my story everyday, right? And not to mention about the rule that my parents make: I'm only allowed to use comp on the weekend. That sucks, I know. I'm also busy with school stuff, like assignments and projects. Thank goodness that school's only 4 days left. Now you guys know why I've been giving late updates lately (P.S. School sucks!). Hope you guys understand. With holidays coming up, about 2-3 chapters should be able to be submitted in a week (How's that?).
Btw, why JBL helped Cena? It's been covered in this chap, right?
People have been telling me how detailed my matches are. But guess what? There are still some flaws in them and do not have what a wrestling match should have. The signature moves come out too quick; there aren't too many other non-signature moves from TV done, such as the back body drop, when it appears most of the time it's countered. I'm still looking for ways to improve. Please send me feedbacks. Hope I can make my matches as real as TV in upcoming chapters, especially chapter 17 where there will be heaps of matches, such as JBL vs The Undertaker and The Hardy Boyz vs Regal & Eugene.
And just for fun, you guys can tell me your fave wrestlers and chapters in the reviews sent. Cheers.
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.