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 17: Decisions
At school, on Thursday
"Now, I want all of you to play fair!" Eric Bischoff told the four girls in his office about the upcoming Fatal Four-Way match. "No hair-pulling, flashing, stripping, and catfights. You don't want to flash in front of the male students, do you?"
"Well…" Trish was thinking of Jericho. "…um, nothing."
"We don't. I hope you understand very well, Eric, that I have Evolution backing me up," Stephanie smiled. Eric frowned. "And they'll make sure I win this match, no matter the cost."
"About that, Steph… uhh… I guess that we'll just have to ban them from ringside," Eric responded. "That'll be unfair."
"I'm sorry?"
"He said, he'll ban your posse from ringside," Victoria said, annoyed.
"Eric, I don't think you get the point here." Stephanie leaned closer to the RAW General Manager. "My boys will help me, I win, and you will retain your position." She patted Eric's GM badge. "Get it?"
"I… I..." Eric stammered.
"Break it off, you two!" Molly Holly interrupted. "I'm sorry, Steph, but you can't have Evolution interfering in the match. It's unfair. Eric, I agree about your decision to ban them from ringside."
"Molly, why don't you mind your own business? Evolution is going to be with me, and that's final!" Stephanie shouted. Trish could only shake her head watching the three argue, while Victoria couldn't care less.
"But I can't do that, Steph! You know that! We all know that!" Eric defended.
Suddenly the door barged open. The five people inside turned around, surprised. "I'm sick of hearing you folks argue—no, not you, baby—and I have an idea!" Triple H announced, standing next to Stephanie. "Why don't you let me and the boys come with Steph. I promise we won't touch any of the competitors."
Eric seemed to considering the thought. "That's reasonable. Okay, you're on."
In the gym, students had been waiting enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Jim "J.R." Ross and Jerry "The King" Lawler were sitting by the commentators' table, grinning and commented about the upcoming match, which was the Fatal Four-Way Women's Championship match.
"The following contest is a Fatal-Four Way Elimination match for the Women's Championship. Here are the rules: Elimination is scored via pinfall, submission or countout. The match continues after an elimination and the last one standing, wins."
The first to come out was Molly Holly. SmackDown!'s Hardcore Holly grinned, and a few RAW students cheered. Molly got to the ring, and raised a fist. "From Mobile, Alabama… Molly Holly!" Lilian Garcia announced.
Next was Victoria, who came out looking ambitious. Her theme, Don't Mess With, filled the arena and only Steven Richards clapped and whistled. Torrie and her posse looked at her condescendingly. "From San Bernardino, California… Victoria!"
Then All Grown Up was played. SmackDown! students booed heavily. Stephanie McMahon entered the ring followed by the Evolution members – Triple H, Ric Flair, Randy Orton, and Batista. "Making her way to the ring accompanied by Evolution… Stephanie McMahon!"
Keys to the City blared through the speakers. The audience got to their feet. Trish Stratus made her way out with the Women's Championship resting on her shoulder. Walking beside her was the grinning Chris Jericho. Cena smiled in relief at the happy couple. "And making her way to the ring from Toronto, Canada accompanied by the United States Champion Chris Jericho… she's the Women's Champion, Trish Stratus!"
Trish Stratus (c) vs. Victoria vs. Molly Holly vs. Stephanie McMahon – Women's Championship
The bell rang. The match got underway with Trish on Victoria and Molly on Stephanie. Molly cornered Stephanie and gave her punches to the face. Trish and Victoria exchanged right hands until Trish got the upperhand. Trish irish-whipped Victoria to the ropes and gave her a powerslam. Then Trish and Molly stomped Stephanie in the corner. Triple H yelled to the ref to back it up. The ref did just that but it wasn't that easy. Then Trish and Molly gave Victoria a double-suplex. They tossed Victoria to a corner. Trish irish-whipped Molly to Victoria and Molly gave Victoria a clothesline. Molly ran to Trish to give her a clothesline but Trish saw it coming and performed the MaTrish to block the clothesline. Trish kicked Molly in the gut and gave her a DDT. Trish kicked Victoria in the gut and gave her a DDT as well. Trish grabbed Stephanie by the hair and gave her forehand chest chops. Trish irish-whipped Stephanie to the opposite corner and charged but Stephanie gave Trish a reverse elbow and a nice neckbreaker drop. Stephanie covered but Trish kicked out.
Stephanie knelt and punched Trish on the forehead over and over again until the ref broke her up. Stephanie slapped the ref. The ref yelled at Stephanie, saying that he's an official but Triple H yelled at the ref in return. The ref and Triple H had a big argument. Victoria rolled Stephanie in the school boy. It would've been a three-count but the ref was still having an argument. Molly gave Victoria a back suplex. Molly covered but the ref was still arguing with Triple H. Molly came up to the ref and told him to get back to the match. Molly gave Victoria a snap suplex and covered but Trish broke it up and gave Molly a scoop slam. Trish covered for a two-count. Trish got up and Stephanie gave her a running lariat. Stephanie smashed Trish's head to the turnbuckle and gave her slaps. Stephanie irish-whipped Trish to the opposite turnbuckle. Trish came off and Stephanie ran to the ropes behind her and bounced off to give her a Bulldog. Impressive. Stephanie covered but the ref made a slow count. Triple H protested, saying that it should have been a three. The ref shot back by saying it was nowhere near three and that none of Stephanie's maneuvers would make it. Triple H got to the ring but other Evolution members managed to hold him back.
Victoria kicked Stephanie in the gut and gave her the Widow's Peak. She covered but Triple H pulled the ref out of the ring, kicked him in the gut and gave him a Pedigree to the concrete floor. Victoria got up and Molly gave her a missile dropkick. Molly covered but there was no referee. A new ref came but Victoria kicked out at a two-count. Molly irish-whipped Victoria to the ropes. Batista pulled down the ropes so that Victoria fell backwards and to the concrete floor. The ref pointed to Batista to not touch Victoria and started making the count. Molly brawled with Trish. The ref reached ten and Victoria was eliminated, thanks to Evolution!
Eliminated: Victoria
Triple H was smiling, for Victoria was the one who took Stephanie out, although the princess wasn't eliminated yet. Triple H kicked Victoria on the ribs. The ref told Triple H to back off but Flair came up from behind and gave him a low blow. Triple H gave Victoria the Pedigree, to the concrete floor. Then Jericho came and told him that Victoria doesn't deserve this and shoved him down. Evolution went to beat down Jericho but Jericho know each of them down with his right hands. Batista went for a clothesline but Jericho gave Batista a drop toe hold to the steel steps. Jericho gave Flair the eye poke and followed it with the testicular clawhold. Randy went for a clothesline but Jericho dodged it and kicked him in the gut for an underhook backbreaker. Triple H got him and gave him punches to the spine. Triple H irish-whipped him to the security wall but Jericho reversed. Triple H came off and Jericho gave him a back body drop. Jericho locked in the Walls of Jericho.
Molly got the upperhand. She grinned and climbed the turnbuckle for a Molly-Go-Round but Trish knocked her down and gave her the Stratusphere. Trish raised her finger up and the audience cheered. Trish looked to Stephanie. She was still down and out. Trish turned back to Molly and gave her a snap suplex. She covered but both refs were down. Outside the ring, Jericho still got the Walls of Jericho applied. Batista came to break the hold but Jericho gave him a low blow and followed it up with the Walls of Jericho. Trish was about to put Molly away with the Stratusfaction but Stephanie came to break it up. She gave Trish a scoop slam and followed it by an elbow drop. She covered and a new ref came in. Trish kicked out. Stephanie set Trish in the Pedigree but Trish got out of it with a back body drop. Molly gave Trish the Molly-Go-Round but Trish moved out the way. Molly landed on her feet and Trish rolled her in a sunset flip. Molly rolled and made the Jackknife hold for a two-count. Stephanie kicked Molly in the gut and gave her a Pedigree. Stephanie covered but Molly had the ropes. Trish got Stephanie and irish-whipped her to the ropes. Stephanie came off the ropes and Trish connected with a Spinebuster. Trish raised her finger up, signaling for the Stratusfaction. Trish got Stephanie in a ¾ facelock but Stephanie pushed Trish forward to the ropes. Trish came off and Stephanie kicked her in the gut to give her a Pedigree. Stephanie turned around and Molly connected with the Molly-Go-Round. Molly hooked the legs for the three-count. Triple H looked up to the ring and seemed disappointed. Evolution groaned and shook their heads.
Eliminated: Stephanie McMahon
Molly looked to Trish and smiled. She could barely stand. Outside, Jericho now had the Walls of Jericho applied on the 'Nature Boy' Ric Flair. Flair was groaning in pain. Molly slapped Trish on the head and grabbed her hair and pulled up. Molly gave her a right hand and another. Trish backed away into a corner. Molly climbed up to the second rope. She gave Trish punches to the skull and followed it up with the monkey flip. Molly covered but Trish kicked out at two. Molly protested to the ref. Molly gave Trish a swinging neckbreaker. She covered for a two-count. Molly picked Trish and irish-whipped her to a corner. She connected with the handspring back elbow. She picked Trish up and gave her another swinging neckbreaker. Just as she was about to climb the turnbuckle for the finishing touch, Jericho came up to the apron. Molly pointed to Jericho and yelled. This distraction allowed Trish to recover. She slammed Molly over the top rope. She irish-whipped Molly to the ropes. Jericho caught her legs. Molly managed to kick off but walked into a Chick Kick. Trish covered for the three-count and to retain her title.
Result: Trish Stratus def. Molly Holly, Stephanie McMahon, Victoria
Jericho came to the ring to hug Trish. He raised Trish's arms up. People cheered and whistled. Cena and his gang clapped, while the frustrated Stephanie was being escorted by her boyfriend and the rest of the Evolution gang.
"Chris, thanks," Trish smiled at Jericho.
"No problem, babe." Then the two exited the arena to celebrate the victory in the locker room.
Outside the school gate
"Once we get inside, Evolution will get what they deserve," Austin swore, tightening his fists.
"Batista, is it?" The Rock said. But suddenly he frowned. "Hey, I just realized something…"
"Ha?" Austin tilted his head, puzzled.
"I mean, Shawn and Nash were attacked at the same time, which means that Batista wasn't the only attacker," The Rock explained. "… I mean, right?"
Austin seemed thoughtful. "You're right. Maybe… maybe, the other one hasn't got his fingerprints down yet but we can make sure we'll get him!"
"Whatever you say, Austin," The Rock nodded approvingly.
"…And that's the bottom line, 'cos Stone Cold said so."
In Vince's office
"No, I don't want pudding. I want quiche! You hear me? QUICHE!" Vince yelled to the phone angrily. "Besides, I've never wanted a dessert in the first place!" He slammed the phone down, "Good day!" Jeez, how hard is it to take people's lunch orders? he thought, annoyed.
"I see you went off at the canteen ladies again," Shane smiled. Vince looked at his son in surprise, who was standing by the door. "Hey, Dad."
"Oh—hey, son," Vince grinned. "Battle Royals for the World Heavyweight Championship today, eh?"
"Yep," Shane nodded. "Soon I'll be drawing the names randomly and sort them in groups. You know, 'cos there are a hell lot of students in RAW."
"But what about SmackDown!, son?"
Shane scoffed. "Screw SmackDown!. I created this title because RAW didn't win the WWE Title. What's the point of creating new opportunities for rivals?" he replied.
"A few days ago, Steph would've been upset hearing your comments about SmackDown!, but luckily she's moved to RAW," Vince said. "To join that no-good son of a b#!h Triple H."
"Yeah. I heard people in the homeroom went mad at her. But Dad, you've never actually agreed for her to date that bastard (A/N: I don't consider 'bastard' as a swear word), right?" Shane tightened his fist at the sound of Triple H's name.
"Of course I never! Who the hell do you think I am, son? This is exactly like the situation we had with that guy named Andrew Martin or Test or something who dated her ages ago. Triple H will never be her partner for life."
"And he will never be her groom," Shane responded, narrowing his eyes. "Never. Anyways, back to the title thing. Can Ric Flair participate? Also, are there any RAW students who aren't gonna participate? So I can just take their names out of the hat."
"Yes, Flair can participate. But you just reminded me of those two bastards." Vince stood up, pacing in the room. "Steve Austin and The Rock, who beat the living hell out of you and your sister. They are not allowed to participate. You hear me, Shane? I do not want to see them anywhere near the ring, or even the gym. I mean, they're suspended!"
"Yeah. My jaw still hurts," Shane rubbed his chin. "Well, after all, he stunned me. But it's a good thing they're not going to come to school at all. The Rock spat at Steph's face."
"Enough about them. Now why don't you start drawing the names?"
Shane walked towards the door. He nodded. "Okay, Dad. Umm… just one question. I heard from Dr. Williams that HBK and Kevin Nash just got out of the hospital last night. Can they participate if they want to—despite their condition?"
"Yes. Yes, Shane. They're good enough to go for the title. Their rehabilitation went well and they should be able to wrestle today. But I think HBK and Nash should take some rest to recover fully. So Friday will be the last time we'll see them in weeks."
Shane nodded in approval, and left the room. What a shame, he thought, once outside the office. It took a while for us to see them again and they have to disappear for some time.
Vince hummed the Oklahoma! (A/N: It's a pretty good musical p) tune, while searching for a few blank paper to write on. A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Vince looked up. "Come in!"
However, the visitors were very unexpected. Vince gaped at the two figures standing by the door. Austin grinned. "Missed us?"
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Vince yelled. "Get out—"
"Hold on, Vince. We haven't declared the purpose for our visit to your office. We heard Shane created a new championship and the qualification thingy is held today. We want to participate, but we're suspended… so we think it's best to make you allow us to participate," The Rock continued, smiling. He had his sunnies on his face. He inhaled. "Finally… The Rock… has come back… to WWE… Private Academy!"
"Don't even think about it!" Vince cut, frowning. "Don't come near me!"
"Relax, Vince. We're not gonna do anything to you," The Rock smiled innocently. Austin smirked, flexing his muscles. "We're just gonna let you know that we're not quite happy with your decision."
Austin raised his arm. Vince shut his eyes.
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In the SmackDown! locker room
"Hey Cena, care to join us later for lunch?" JBL offered. The Cabinet were standing behind him, smiling warmly. "You're the Honorary Member of The Cabinet, after all. Right?"
Cena scratched his head. "Well… uhh… okay."
"Excellent! We'll be discussing about the matches and all the other stuff while eating. "You know where we usually sit, right?" he pointed to a big quad outside the gym—Seniors Quad. Cena nodded.
"Well, in case you don't remember, I'm gonna come over to your group…" he frowned as he pictured Team eXtreme and Christian & Edge's faces in his head. "…wherever you normally sit, and we'll take you to our place." With this, he walked away with The Cabinet.
Cena sighed. His friends sure wouldn't be pleased. It would give an impression that JBL had stolen him away from the group. But what could he say? JBL had promised this would be temporary—only during their feud with The Undertaker.
He walked away, sighing again. But he had no idea that his iPod was missing from his bag… the Los Guerreros must have stolen it.
Meanwhile, Vince was tied to a chair in his office. His mouth was stuffed with handkerchief, gagged. He was red-faced. I'm gonna get you someday, he thought furiously, referring to Austin and The Rock, who were standing before him. Suddenly his attention turned to the loud announcement over the P.A. speakers.
"Attention, people." Vince's eyes widened. He snapped his head to his desk, where Austin was taking control over the mic. The Rock was grinning. No way… they… "Stone Cold Steve Austin's hour is starting in few seconds. I'll be interviewing my guest for the day, Mr. McMahon!"
Students gasped. The classes weren't boring anymore. Cena and Christian, who were having Metalwork, were busy paying attention to the announcement. It seemed that everyone in the school had been interested in the talk, abandoning their works—even the teachers!
"Everyone who wants to watch, come down to the arena… now. Hurry up, or you'll miss out this very interesting segment." Immediately every student jumped out their seat, and no teacher could stop them. Soon the gym was packed by the students, from both SmackDown! and RAW. Team eXtreme and Edge had joined Cena and Christian, sitting closest to the ring. They were all waiting anxiously, and curious at the same time.
Suddenly Austin's theme hit the arena. Everyone gasped in surprise, but cheered anyway. The Rock was accompanying Vince, who was tied and gagged in a wheelchair. Stephanie and Shane couldn't believe their eyes. The two scoundrels their father had suspended for attacking them had come back and had no shame in doing this whatsoever!
"They…" Shane gritted his teeth. He frowned, and glanced at Stephanie, who was sitting four rows behind him with Evolution. She was staring at him as well, and it seemed like she was thinking the same thing: What the hell?
Austin got in the ring, and signalled to The Rock to force Vince and his wheelchair inside the ring. He had an evil smile on his face. Vince was sweating, fearing the worst that could happen. "This is it. The moment we've all been waiting for," Austin spoke, mic in his hand.
However, before he could even start, Shane stood up. "Stop this!" he interrupted.
Austin stared at him for a moment, but shrugged off. "If people think I should proceed and ignore this son of a b#!h, give me a 'Hell yeah'!"
"HELL YEAH!" The entire gym chanted the same response, including Cena and his friends. Shane was stunned, and he had no choice but to sit down. The Rock laughed. "Okay. First question. How does it feel to get your ass kicked by Stone Cold Steve Austin?"
Vince responded, but because of the hanky gag, his answer was incoherent. "What! It feels good? Well then you should get your ass kicked more—everyday!" Austin made up his own answer in place of Vince's. People cheered. The Rock was laughing harder.
"Second question, people!" Austin declared. "I'll let one person from the audience asked a question. You know, interactive? Giving chances to people—something that you might never have done, Vince?"
Vince, red-faced, shook his head, motioning to the students not to go along with Austin's gags. However, it seemed that everyone hated Vince, so too bad.
"Let's pick someone from the audience shall we? Er… let's see… How about from your own son, Shane McMahon?" Austin and everyone's heads turned to Shane. He was confused.
"Wha…?" he looked around the gym, not knowing what to say.
"What? Oh, he said, 'Do you know the people behind the attack of HBK and Nash'?" Austin said. Vince and Shane were startled. But Stephanie and Evolution were the most shocked. Murmurs and whispers swept through the arena, with people wondering curiously about the answer.
Once again, Vince could not say any word. But Austin, once again, made fun of this situation to finally reveal the truth to the whole school. "What? Oh, Batista? How did you know that, Vince?" Shock reactions filled the gym. Triple H's eyes widened and Ric Flair dropped his packet of chips. Batista looked up in alarm and Randy Orton was very surprised.
"Oh, right: The fingerprints—from the crime lab! OK, I see. But you know what? I find this very odd. I mean, the two were attacked at the same time. Batista couldn't have been at different places at once, so… shouldn't there be two attackers, Vince?" Austin was grinning by now. The Rock whistled, finding this very amusing. Cena and his friends frowned.
"What? You don't know? Shame on you!" Austin commented. "Next question! Let's pick another person, shall we… I choose you, Stephanie McMahon!"
Stephanie was startled. She stood up slowly, still shocked. "Yes?"
"Are you deaf? You can ask a question to your daddy," Austin replied.
"Uh…. I…" Stephanie was confused.
"What? You want to tell him a confession? What is it?" Austin asked.
"I never said anything about confessing!" Stephanie blabbered.
"You let it out. You have to tell the whole thing," Austin said.
"Yeah," The Rock agreed. Come on, confess already! Just tell the whole school how you got along with the plan! He gritted his teeth impatiently.
"You can't make me!" Stephanie yelled.
"Oh, so there is something you're hiding but you just can't tell," Austin narrowed his eyes.
"I think so, too," The Rock said.
"Just get lost, you creep!" Stephanie begged. She felt she wouldn't give in easily.
"Leave her alone, man," Triple H said, forming a fist on his right hand.
"Fine… we'll just ignore that. Austin's hour is over," Austin said. Majority of the people in the arena groaned.
"But…. The main purpose of this is… Shane created the World Title and we want to participate but we can't. So we need Vince's words. Whaddaya say, Vince. You give us your word, I'll let you live for another day," Austin said.
"Yeah! The word!" The Rock said.
Vince shook his head. "So you won't give the word? Well, I've prepared a countermeasure for this… you ever heard a thing called the 'Russian Roulette'?"
Austin pulled out a pistol. Everyone gasped. "Okay, the first shot." He pulled the trigger. Most students shut their eyes. Stephanie held a breath, and Shane was in trance. Nothing happened.
"You were lucky. But you won't be next time. Your time is running out. Oh, and… for every shot you survive, we'll hold off the next shot for another five minutes." Vince's face was as red as a tomato, and The Rock's expression dropped, for he was hoping the bullet would shoot straight through Vince's head. Austin shook his arm, getting ready for another shot.
"This is crazy!" Shane stood up. He had a furious look on his face. Austin waved him off.
"You still won't give your word?" Austin asked.
Vince muffled, trying to say "Never!" But Austin couldn't hear him correctly.
"I see… yes? Yes as in 'you will give your word' or 'yeah, you won't give your word'?" Austin asked.
Vince shook his head.
"No? Which one? No for 'you will give your word' or for 'yeah, you won't give your word'?" Austin asked.
Vince shook his head.
"You're confusing me," Austin said. He exchanged glances with The Rock.
"Yeah! You're confusing me too!" The Rock bellowed.
"Freakin' hell! He said no! He won't give you the word!" Shane yelled, exasperated. Stephanie nodded. People booed.
"We're not talking to you, are we? So know your role and shut your mouth!" The Rock shot back at him. Shane narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.
"OK, people… five minutes are up!" Austin declared. People gasped in excitement.
Austin shook the pistol right to Vince's temple. He pulled the trigger. Everybody closed their eyes. Nothing happened.
"Oh, man! Maybe this is your lucky day!" Austin grinned evilly. "As promised, we'll let you live for five more minutes. Relax, Vince. You'll rest in peace in the next shot!" He stretched his arms from the tense.
Are they for real? They can't be! The cops will be after them and they will be jailed! But if it's for real… I don't wanna die! Vince thought, fearing the worst that could happen.
"The Rock knows what you're thinking, Vince. But no. The Rock ain't scared of no cops! If The Rock gets caught, he'll make sure you die first," The Rock said. He checked his watch.
"Are you guys actually going to shoot him?" Cena bravely stood up, asking. Team eXtreme and Edge & Christian were panicked. They struggled to pull him down to his seat. "I mean, with all the consequences you'll be facing…"
"Hell yeah, kid! What do you think?" Austin answered. "Vince, your word?"
Once again, he shook his head. Austin sighed, scratching his bald head. "Man, you're stubborn. OK, next shot." He pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.
The next ten minutes, which counted for two shots, was filled with anxiety and thrill for the audience. Vince said no for each shot. Stephanie's eyes watered and Shane had a concerned look on his face.
Austin sighed loudly, standing up. "That's it! This is the last bullet, Vince, which might as well the last one to shoot your head—well, no doubt that other people will want to shoot you, too—but I can pull back this one last shot if you're willing to give me and The Rock the word!"
Vince was scared, but tried his best to remember that the cops will be after them. But thinking again, he realized it was not worth it. Then he thought that they couldn't be serious, and hoping. But…
Austin shook the pistol again and went to pull the trigger.
"Okay, okay! You both can return to school and participate in the Battle Royals!" Vince's eyes watered and his face went all red.
"Good. See? It's that easy," Austin said. Shane and Stephanie went to check their dad. Austin twitched his eyebrows.
"But thinking again, I am all pissed and I think I should end it right here!" Austin shouted. He shook the pistol to Vince's temple. Shane and Stephanie, shrieking, moved back. He pulled the trigger. A loud bang.
Everybody opened their eyes. Vince, though unconscious, was still alive. From the pistol came a small black banner that said: Austin 3:16. Austin's theme was played and he and The Rock celebrated with beer-toasting!
In Shane's dorm, recess
Shane clutched his head. Regretfully, he placed Austin and The Rock's names in the hat. Finally, he thought. The name draw for the Battle Royals. Quietly he made sure the non-champion RAW names were in the hat, and then created a list of the Battle Royal groups. He announced the following names through the P.A. speakers:
Battle Royal 1:
Viscera
Ric Flair
Gene Snitsky
The Hurricane
Shane McMahon
Matt Striker
Shelton Benjamin
Rob Conway
Battle Royal 2:
Val Venis
Batista
Chuck Palumbo
Chris Benoit
Chris Masters
Steven Richards
Stone Cold Steve Austin
Kane
Battle Royal 3:
Maven
Tyson Tomko
Johnny Parisi
Billy Gunn
William Regal
Simon Dean
Kevin Nash
Tajiri
Battle Royal 4:
Triple H
Edge
Christian
Rosey
Eugene
Sylvain Grenier
Shawn Michaels
The Rock
Great, he thought after he finished drawing the names. I'm up against Ric Flair in the first one. He stood up, stretching. OK, let's go! As he made his way to the door, someone barged in. It was Triple H, followed with Randy Orton, Ric Flair, and Batista.
"Shane! Why didn't you put our four names in the same Battle Royal match?" Triple H asked furiously. Shane backed off.
"Hey, it was random! I didn't know what the results were going to be!" Shane exclaimed. Triple H was overreacting.
"Well, there are three of us that can participate but there should be some chance of us getting in the same Battle Royal, if not three of us!" Triple H made an excuse.
"Yeah, but… you see, there are 32 participants. There are three of you—excluding Randy, of course, who's the Intercontinental champion. The chance of getting at least two of you in the same Battle Royal isn't too big. Let's calculate. The chance is… 1:64. Doesn't sound very good to me," Shane got his calculator.
"But you can still do something about it!" Triple H protested.
"Hey, in fact, if the Evolution members are in three different Battle Royals and each wins… they get to help each other in the final match! The odds are too big against the other finalist. How's that?" Shane said.
"Yeah, but thinking again, the chance of the three of us winning the Battle Royal is very slim. 1:512 is the chance for all of us winning…" Triple H said, taking out his own calculator. Randy, Flair, and Batista exchanged looks, confused.
"Oh, so you don't believe in them?" Shane asked, motioning to the Flair and Batista. "You don't think they'll win?"
Triple H looked taken aback. Randy, Flair and Batista stared at him. "No… not that. It's just… Fine, we accept that!" With this, they left. Shane grinned.
In the fully-packed and rowdy gym, after recess
Cena and the gang were standing in front of the gym, staring at a huge poster before them. The poster displayed lots of RAW non-champions, surrounding a picture of Shane in the middle, who was holding up the Heavyweight title.
RAW - Shane McMahon & Eric Bischoff present:
World Heavyweight Championship
32 men. All with the passion for glory. Only one will walk with the prize.
Others will only find despair.
Battle Royals and Fatal Four-Way Elimination…
Who will survive?
"Wow," muttered Matt. "Too bad we're champions already, Jeff—we can't participate."
Jeff's eyes were locked on the golden championship belt, speechless. Cena sighed. Even worse, I'm on SmackDown! so I can't participate.
Lita didn't really care, though—because she was a girl, she couldn't have participated in the fist place anyway. Meanwhile, Edge and Christian were focused on the poster. Since their names were in the draw, they needed to be prepared for the matches. Christian gulped, feeling nervous. Edge was smiling at the title. Even better yet, they were in the same Battle Royal match.
"Hey, you're supposed to go in… like, right now!" said HBK, who was standing behind them. The six friends jumped and turned around. Kevin Nash was grinning at them.
"You're back!" Cena cried, feeling relieved. HBK nodded. They entered the gym.
Lilian Garcia was on the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the first Battle Royal to determine the no. 1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship! The only way to be eliminated is by thrown over the top rope and has both feet touching the ground. The last man standing wins."
"Wooo!" Ric Flair's theme hits the arena. Flair came out wearing a blue feathery robe and did his strut and yelled "Wooo!". He turned around and walked backwards on the rampway to the ring. He turned around to face the ring and yelled "Woooo!" The audience responded in shouting "Woooo!" as well. Flair got in the ring and took his robe off. He tested the ropes.
Viscera's theme, 500-lbs Love Machine, hits the arena. He came out wearing orange pajamas. He smiled at Lilian Garcia while walking slowly to the ring.
"It wasn't my fault!" Snitsky's theme filled the arena the arena. He ran to the ring and jumped to the bottom rope while sticking his pierced tongue out.
Suddenly, "Stand back! There's a hurricane coming through!" The Hurricane's theme, Eye of The Hurricane, hits the arena. Green lights filled the arena. He ran to the ring faster than the wind and posed on the top turnbuckle.
Matt Striker's theme hits the arena. He jumped up and down on the rampway and ran to the ring.
"Ain't no stoppin' me now!" Shelton Benjamin's theme hits the arena. Charlie Haas clapped. Shelton ran to the arena and climbed the top turnbuckle and looked to the crowd.
Following a few piano notes, "Just look at me," Rob Conway's theme hits the arena. He was wearing glasses and pointed to his abs while smiling.
"Here Comes the Money!" Shane's theme hits the arena. A number of people got to their feet. Shane received a loud pop, though not quite as Ric Flair. Shane did his dance and ran to the ring.
Battle Royal 1
Flair and Shelton locked up while the others were brawling. Flair cornered Shelton and gave him an eye poke. Flair gave Shelton ten hard, chest-ripping backhand chops. Flair did his strut and yelled "Wooo!" but was taken down by Snitsky. Snitsky irish-whipped Flair to Shelton. Flair came off and Snitsky gave Flair a big back body drop. Viscera was giving forehand chest chops to Striker and The Hurricane. Conway came from behind and gave Viscera a neckbreaker drop. Shane gave Snitsky a series of punches. He danced around before giving Snitsky a big right hand to knock him down. Conway was now on Shane. Conway went to toss Shane out of the ring but Shane reversed it and tossed Conway out!
Striker stomped The Hurricane in the corner and choked him with his foot. Shane gave Shelton a swinging neckbreaker and hit Snitsky with a dropkick. The Hurricane managed to overpower Striker. Striker quickly got up but as he got to his knees The Hurricane charged at him and gave him the Shining Wizard. The Hurricane gave Flair a Chokeslam and kicked Shane in the gut to give him a DDT. Outside, Conway still couldn't believe that he was eliminated. The Hurricane did his superhero pose. Viscera caught his throat and lifted him the Viscera Driver but The Hurricane countered it with a dropkick. He covered but he realized there was no pinfall. The Hurricane called for the Chokeslam. He caught Snitsky in the throat and caught Viscera as well. He went to lift both of them but he couldn't Snitsky and Viscera looked at each other and they both clotheslined The Hurricane. Both lifted The Hurricane up in the air and threw him to the concrete floor. The Hurricane was eliminated with a loud THUD.
Snitsky turned to Viscera and started punching him. He managed to corner Viscera to give him right hands. He irish-whipped Viscera to the opposite corner but Viscera reversed and straightaway charged with a thunderous clothesline to knock Snitsky senseless. Viscera pulled Snitsky to the middle of the ring and started humping him. Viscera got Snitsky over the top rope and to the concrete floor to eliminate him. Shane gave Viscera a kick near the groin area. Shane gave Viscera a chest chop and two headbutts to corner him. Shane gave Viscera two more chest chops. Flair came from behind with a chop block right to the leg. Shane cried in pain. Flair gave two elbow drops to the leg and dropped his knee to the back of Shane's knee and pulled his leg towards his knee. Shane cried out in pain. Flair released the hold while still grabbing hold of Shane's leg. Flair locked in the dreaded Figure-Four Leg Lock. Shane tapped but there's no submission so Flair didn't have to release the hold. Shelton broke the hold. Shelton and Flair went on to have a chop battle, with Shelton somehow coming out on top. Shelton irish-whipped Flair to a corner. Flair came off and Shelton gave him a super kick. Shelton turned around and Viscera knocked him down with a clothesline. Viscera swung his hips and caught Shelton in the throat for the Viscera Driver. Viscera lifted Shelton up but Shelton reversed it into a sunset flip but Viscera was too heavy. Viscera gave Shelton a seated senton and Shane came taking down Viscera with a Spear followed by mounting punches.
Shelton hit Shane in the spine and went for the T-Bone Powerslam but Shane gave him hard elbows to the back of the head. Shelton turned around and Shane gave him the X-Factor. Flair gave him a chop block on the legs again and went for the Figure-Four Leg Lock but Shane kicked Flair on the back as he turned. Flair was sent chest first on the turnbuckle. Flair came off and Shane tripped Flair and quickly got up. Shane applied the Sharpshooter. Flair tapped out but there's no submission. Suddenly Conway came out of nowhere and tossed Shane over the top rope! Conway quickly left the arena while looking at Shane, who was clutching his head. Shane was close to winning, but Conway just had to toss him out!
After awhile, Viscera and Shelton got up and started exchanging right hands. Shelton came out on top and irish-whipped Viscera to the corner. Viscera came off and Shelton got him in the T-Bone Powerslam but Viscera was too heavy. Viscera lifted Shelton and connected with a falling powerslam. Viscera ran to the ropes and came off with the big splash. Viscera grabbed Shelton by the head and pointed to the top rope he tossed Shelton out but Shelton hung on to the ropes. Viscera went to knock Shelton off but Shelton drove his shoulder to Viscera's stomach. Shelton jumped over the top rope to connect with a beautiful Bulldog. He attempted to T-Bone Powerslam Viscera over the top rope but Viscera hung on and gave Shelton a scoop slam over the top rope and to the concrete floor but once again Shelton hung on. Shelton slid back to the ring. Viscera gave him an elbow drop and irish-whipped him to a corner. Shelton jumped to the second turnbuckle and came off with a flying clothesline. What a Battle Royal!
Shelton got Viscera over the top rope but Viscera hung on. He grabbed the top rope and tried to lift Shelton for a gutwrench suplex. Shelton, on the other hand, grabbed hold of the ropes while using his head to push Viscera off. Everybody got to their feet. Shelton's feet were off the floor and Viscera was budged. Suddenly Flair came out of nowhere and tossed both of them over the top rope and to the concrete floor!
Winner: Ric Flair
The bell was rung. Flair's theme was played. Flair looked at his hands and to the Titantron! He couldn't believe it! He won! He straightened his hair with his hands and yelled "Wooo!" He did his strut and climbed the turnbuckle. People cheered. He looked to the crowd and raised his index finger. "Wooo!" He raised his other arm and yelled "Wooo!" once again. Triple H, Batista and Randy clapped.
Will the whole school know 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? How will the rest of the Battle Royals turn out? Find out in the next chapter:
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Relating that this fic is rated T, should swearing words be censored?
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No: 3
Doesn't matter: 1
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Verdict: Swearing words wouldn't be censored.
Poll:
Who do you prefer to see as face?
The Undertaker
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Shelton Benjamin & Charlie Haas
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 Stone Cold Steve Austin!
Character of the Chapter
Steve Austin
Height: 188 cm
Weight: 250 lbs
From: Victoria, Texas
Status: Face
Finishing Move(s):
Stone Cold Stunner
Signature Move(s):
Spinebuster
Lou Thesz Press
Cobra Clutch
Pointed elbow drop
Mudhole Stomping
High School Drama Bio: The member of the most elite and popular group at WWE Private Academy, The Clique. Just like his buddy The Rock, Austin is loud and often impetuous. The two become the commentators for Cena's debut match against Christian. They also despise Triple H and the McMahons family so much. He's best known for his catchphrase, "What?", which annoys the hell out of Vince McMahon. His other trademark is "Austin 3:16". He's considered the most independent member of The Clique. His in-ring skills, combined with his mic talents are unique. It's just a matter of time until he wins the championship gold.
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.