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 22: One Man
(NOTE: This match was meant to be a 'Falls Count Anywhere', not classified as a 'no-countout' match. I had planned this a long time ago, but the day I finished chapter 21 I forgot that I meant it to be 'Falls Count Anywhere', which is a beefed version of the 'no-countout' match. I added this just to let you know. Happy reading!)
Stone Cold Steve Austin vs. Triple H – World Heavyweight Championship
Triple H straight away worked on Austin. Triple H irish-whipped Austin to the steel post. Triple H smashed Austin's face to the steel post. Triple H charged but Austin moved away, causing Triple H to nail the steel post. Austin gave Triple H a back suplex to the concrete floor. Austin covered but Triple H managed to get his right shoulder up. Austin got up and started stomping Triple H. Suddenly Austin's stomps became faster. Austin gave Triple H two middle fingers before hitting the last stomp. Austin picked Triple H up, gave him a middle finger and smashed his head to the announcer's table. The ref tried to stop Austin but Austin gave him a middle finger and punched him. Triple H grabbed the chair while Austin taunted the ref. Austin turned to face Triple H but Triple H nailed him with the chair. Triple H dropped the chair and set Austin in the Pedigree. Triple H went to hit the Pedigree to the chair, but Austin dropped down and gave Triple H a low blow. Austin grabbed the chair and hit Triple H with it. In desperation, Triple H kicked Austin in the groin while he was on the ground. Both men were on the ground. Suddenly the bell rang. The ref came up to Lilian Garcia and Lilian announced the result of the match.
Result: Double-disqualification
The audience groaned. People began throwing stuff to the arena. Eric Bischoff came out, furious and annoyed. He yelled "What the hell" over and over again. He walked on the rampway and to the ringside. He chatted with the ref, and he wasn't happy. He pointed to the ref's shirt a number of times during the discussion, and yelled "there must be a champion by the end-of-the-day!"
Then Bischoff told the ref to take his shirt off. Bischoff snatched it from the ref and wore it. Lilian heard the whole conversation and announced the restart of the match. "By the orders of the General Manager of RAW, this match has been restarted!"
Stone Cold Steve Austin vs. Triple H – World Heavyweight Championship match w/ Special Guest Referee Eric Bischoff
Austin got up and chopped Triple H. Triple H turned away, Austin turned Triple H around and gave him another chest chop. Triple H leaned against the security wall. Austin kept on chopping Triple H and turned it into stomps, and again the audience responded "WHAT?"
Austin irish-whipped Triple H to the steel post. Triple H came off and Austin gave him a back body drop, to the concrete floor. Austin covered but Triple H got his shoulder up at a slow count. Austin irish-whipped Triple H to the security wall behind the announcer's tables. Austin clotheslined Triple H over the security wall and to the audience. Austin grabbed a trash can nearby and smashed it over Triple H's head. Triple H fell and he was busted open. Austin grabbed a chair from an audience and nailed Triple H with it. Austin covered but Triple H kicked out. Austin grabbed Triple H by the hair and the two walked up to the stairs. Triple H then punched Austin in the gut and started hitting him. Triple H kicked Austin and pushed him from the top of the stairs. Triple H jumped off the top of the stairs with a diving elbow drop. Triple H covered but Austin kicked out. Both men were down.
Triple H finally got up after nearly twenty-nine seconds. Triple H picked Austin up and went for a vertical suplex and hit it. Triple H covered but once again Austin kicked out. Triple H picked Austin up and gave him a series of punches. Triple H knocked Austin down. Triple H smashed Austin's head to a non-folded chair, turned him around and knocked him down once again, with a single punch. Triple H covered but Austin kicked out. Triple H got to his knees and took a big breath. Triple H got back to his feet and picked Austin up. Triple H picked Austin up and gave him a knee to the gut. Triple H went for the Pedigree but Austin countered it with a back body drop. Austin fell on his back in exhaustion and pain. Austin draped an arm over Triple H. Triple H kicked out. Austin applied a Figure-Four Leg Lock. Triple H was gasping in pain. Triple H went to tap but then grab hold of Eric Bischoff's shirt. Austin released the hold and started punching Triple H. Austin tossed Triple H over the security wall. Triple H got up and Austin gave him a series of punches. Triple H was now on the announcer's table. Austin took off the monitors and grabbed a folded steel chair. Austin got on the announcer's table. Austin swung it and nailed Triple H with it. Triple H fell down to the concrete floor. Austin picked Triple H up and set him up for a vertical suplex, to the announcer's table. Austin hit a suplex to the announcer's table. Austin picked Triple H up and smashed his head to the ring canvas. Austin placed Triple H back in the ring.
Austin picked Triple H up and gave him a scoop slam. Austin climbed the turnbuckle. Triple H suddenly got up and knocked Austin off the turnbuckle and to the concrete floor. Triple H got out of the ring and searched for weapons under the ring. He found something. And… it was his sledgehammer. His trusty sledgehammer. Triple H raised it above his head. Austin got up and Triple H nailed him with the sledgehammer. Austin was busted open, and he was a mess. Triple H's cut wasn't as big as this one. Triple H set up the announcer's table. Triple H smashed Austin's head to the announcer's table and placed him on top of it. Triple H got on the announcer's table, with the sledgehammer on his hands. Austin grabbed hold of Triple H's tights, but Triple H nailed him with the sledgehammer. Triple H set him for the Pedigree. Triple H hit the Pedigree, right through the announcer's table. Both men were down. It has been nearly half a minute, and they both would've been counted out. But Bischoff refused to; as he was afraid it will only repeat what happened earlier. Triple H covered Austin. 1…… 2…… and Austin got a shoulder up! Bischoff couldn't believe it. Neither could Triple H, who was still on top of Austin, narrow his eyes at Austin's face. Triple H picked Austin in a manner like he doesn't want to. Triple H placed Austin back in the ring.
Triple H got back to the ring. He picked Austin up but Austin fell back down. Triple H set Austin up in the Pedigree. He went to lock Austin's arms and managed it. Triple H hit the Pedigree. Triple H turned Austin over and hooked the leg. But Austin still kicked out. Triple H went nuts, he was both tired and hurt, and if Austin kicked out of the third Pedigree he suffered today, what must he do to win? Triple H protested to Eric Bischoff, and Bischoff seemed like he wanted to make it a three, but it was a two. Triple H grabbed Austin's leg and pulled him to the middle of the ring. Triple H applied the Indian Deathlock. Austin shook his head in pain. Austin made it to the ropes. Triple H refused to release the hold. Bischoff told him to release the hold, but Bischoff refused to disqualify him. To him, one man needs to be pinned or made to submit before the other wins.
Triple H released the hold and started hitting Austin with mounting punches. Triple H exposed one of the turnbuckles. Triple H went to smash Austin's head on it, but Austin used his foot on the bottom turnbuckle to block it, and smashed Triple H's head instead. Austin started stomping Triple H, and the crowd went nuts. Austin irish-whipped Triple H to the opposite corner. Austin charged but Triple H countered with a boot to the face. Austin turned away. Triple H charged but Austin moved out of the way. As a result, Triple H hit Eric Bischoff. Triple H turned around and Austin kicked him in the gut and hit the Stone Cold Stunner. Austin covered and the crowd chanted the 1… 2… 3… and Austin would've won but there was no referee to make the count. A new referee came in. 1... 2… and Flair pulled the ref out of the ring. Orton came from behind Austin, pat Austin in the shoulder to make him turn around and connected with the RKO. Orton placed Triple H on top of Austin and left the ring. Batista came in carrying another referee and tossed him inside the ring. The new ref started making the count. 1… 2… and Austin kicked out! He refused to lose.
All Evolution members went nuts. They couldn't believe it! They protested to the ref, but the ref objected. Batista punched the ref and got to the ring. Batista yelled for Austin to get up. Austin got up and turned around. Batista charged with a clothesline. Austin dodged it, kicked Batista in the gut and gave him the Stone Cold Stunner. Randy came with the RKO but Austin pushed him forward to the ropes. Randy came off the ropes and Austin kicked him in the gut to give him the Stone Cold Stunner. Flair secretly handed Triple H his trusty sledgehammer. Austin picked Triple H up but Triple H nailed him in the gut with the sledgehammer. Triple H dropped the sledgehammer and set Austin in the Pedigree. Triple H locked the arms and hit the Pedigree to the sledgehammer. Triple H hooked the legs. Bischoff seemed to have gained conscious and made the count. 1……… 2... 3!
Result: Triple H def. Stone Cold Steve Austin via pinfall
Flair grabbed the World Heavyweight Championship and handed it to Triple H. Triple H hugged the belt. Confetti showered the new champion, who was now nearly in tears. Other two Evolution members joined Triple H and Batista lifted Triple H on his shoulders. Stephanie hugged her boyfriend, thrilled. They were screaming and shouting in joy.
Vince stood up, a disbelieved expression on his face. Shane was speechless.
No! This wasn't in the plan! Shane thought, gritting his teeth. This is much unexpected!
Triple H turned to look at the father and the son. He smirked. Vince and Shane frowned. The new champion grabbed a mic, "How's that? Huh? HUH?" Triple H taunted arrogantly.
Shane and Vince bit their lips, glaring at him. Triple H kissed Stephanie and Triple H's theme was played again.
"Alright, alright! Stop the music! Stop the music!" Everybody looked at Vince.
"For those interested, there will be a match here at Sunday, 11 PM. It is going to be Champion vs Champion; Triple H vs JBL! From now on, every last Sunday of the month, the two champions will meet to determine who is the champion of champions. The winner can claim to be the Undisputed Champion for one day, but the title will not change hands and will be returned to its rightful champion. Thank you very much." The principal quickly left the arena, with his son trailing after him.
What are you going to do about it, Vince? Huh? Triple H smiled. When he led his group out of the arena, Todd Grisham approached him with a wide grin. Evolution shared the same look, "What's this loser doing here?"
"Triple H! Do you mind doing an interview with me for school's newsletter? It's gonna talk about your surprising win," the newsletter reporter said.
Triple H twitched his eyebrows. This would be a perfect plan to tell the whole school that the he would be an eternal champion of the title! "Hmm. Alright, let's do it!"
In the interviewoffice
"Okay, we'll start off this interview with your comment about winning the World Heavyweight Championship. Shall we?" Grisham asked. He motioned for Triple H and the others to sit down.
"Of course, the first one will be: How do you feel about winning this prestigious title?"
"Well, when I pinned Stone Cold 1-2-3, I got to say it's the best feeling in my life. I… I've never felt this way before. It was a dream come true."
"Now, what have you expected from a person like Stone Cold Steve Austin? When you stepped foot in that ring today, what did you feel? Did you think you were gonna win?"
"I gotta admit I was a little nervous, but I knew I would pull it off. I just knew."
"Alright. What would you expect now that you're the champion?"
"What would I expect? Of course a hungry bunch of heavyweights looking for the chance of a life-time. The infamous WWE Private Academy is the best professional wrestling school of all-time, with the best facility and competitive students. Not only that, WWE Private Academy is also an actual school itself. You learn things there, you know. It's not just about pro wrestling. And winning its top title would be the greatest honor." Triple H nodded.
"If anyone is to take this title away from you, who would that be?"
Triple H frowned at this question. "Listen. No one is gonna take this title away from me. No one. I repeat. No one."
"But 'if' someone does, who will that be?" Grisham repeated.
The champ slammed his hands on the table. Grisham was startled. "Didn't you hear what I said?" Triple H growled. "No one—and I mean no one—will ever, ever steal this title off me. You understand?" he kicked his chair. Grisham stood up, sweating. "Now get lost!"
Grisham nodded quickly, and ran to the WWE Says… headquarter office. Randy patted Triple H's shoulder. "You are pretty grumpy today, Hunter."
Triple H spitted to the floor. "He doubted my skills and powers. It's like as if he believes that one day someone'll take this title away from me."
"Oh someone will. I will," JBL came in, with his Cabinet and John Cena.
Evolution gasped. Stephanie frowned suspiciously. "How did you know we are here? You weren't stalking or anything, did you?"
JBL chuckled. "No, no. We just saw you following Grisham for the interview. And it seemed that you scared the hell out of him."
Batista cracked his knuckles. "Why don't you just go straight to the point?"
"If that's what you want." JBL's expression hardened. "This Sunday; when I pin you 1-2-3, I'm gonna claim the title and become the first ever Undisputed champion of WWE."
Triple H laughed. The other members sniggered and guffawed at JBL's threat. "Hmph! Well-said," Triple H commented. "But—do you have any idea of who you're stepping into the ring with?"
This time Cena stepped forward. "We're well aware of that, thank you very much. But JBL will definitely win it, for sure."
Randy glared at him. "Watch your tongue."
Ric Flair smoothed his hair, smiling at the SmackDown! students. "Cena, Cena, Cena… Actually, you don't even have the slightest idea of who you're going against. You're new, remember?"
Orlando backed Cena up. "So what if he's new? At least he's smart enough to know who's the better man!"
Triple H scoffed. "Hmph! Seriously, Bradshaw, you're not even in my league. To think... that you're actually the champion of SmackDown!..." He stopped. "Then SmackDown! is trash. My poor baby here was gonna rot there. But thank her lucky stars she didn't." Stephanie smirked. "She moved to the bigger and better faction: RAW!"
"Now let's just hope that your little Cabinet—" The McMahon princess made mocking gestures with her fingers at the word. "—won't interfere, shall we?"
"Let's hope that Evolution won't interfere either," Doug Basham muttered to his twin Danny, who nodded.
"Let me tell you something, Triple H. By the end of the day, there will only be one man to be left standing on the ring. And that man…" JBL trailed off. He pointed to himself. "…is going to be me."
"No, it's gonna be me," Triple H countered.
Cena stepped in front of the champion. "Well, let's just see who's the better man." JBL nodded.
"I'm gonna step back—just this time—because I know I'm gonna win," Triple H shot back. He exchanged murderous looks with JBL before then turning to his group. "Let's go!" They left the room.
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In Jericho's apartment, 8:00pm
Jericho lied down on his bed, exhausted. In his right hand was an empty can of beer. His eyes were red. Calm down, Chris. Trish didn't do it on purpose. Sitting up, he stared at his hands.
"The U.S. title was right here in my hands. But Orlando snatched it off me. Because of Trish," he mumbled. Shaking his head, he threw his head on his pillow. "It was just an accident. I can win the title back any time I want."
He walked to the living room. "But the title is now on SmackDown!... I can't win it again!" he muttered furiously to himself. Then he sighed. "Come on, Chris! Is the title more important than Trish?"
While thinking about the question, the telephone rang. He picked it up. "Yeah, Jericho here."
He froze when he heard the familiar voice. "Hey, Chris? This is me, Trish. I was hoping if we could talk. Tomorrow at Dome, 10:00 morning?"
"Umm… Trish… I just had a few drinks. I'm not sure if I'll wake up before 10 tomorrow morning," Jericho said, scratching his head.
Trish's was disappointed. "Oh. Well, alright. Maybe next time. Take good rest. Love you." Her voice sounded concerned.
Saturday, 12:30pm, at Hard Rock Café
Matt glared at the clock in the restaurant. "Where the hell are Christian and Edge? They should've come half an hour ago!"
Lita sighed. "Calm down, Matt. Not everyone is punctual."
Unknowingly by the two, Jeff was busy ordering from the menu. "Hemm… Alright, for starters I'll have Jumbo Combo. Oh, also Texas Chili. And I'll have Twisted Mac & Cheese and Cajun Chicken Sandwich." The waitress struggled to write all the orders down. "Hemm… I think I might try the Stormy Blue Burger. Grilled Salmon, too. What? The drinks? Well, let's see…"
Matt and Lita were arguing when hey suddenly realized what Jeff had been doing while they were talking. The older Hardy smacked his brother's head. "You idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Ordering," Jeff replied casually. "Reggae Breeze. What do you guys want? What about Purple Haze and Lovely Rita?" Matt and Lita glared at him. Without waiting for them to respond, Jeff continued ordering. "We'll have them, please."
"The food and drinks here are expensive, Jeff. We don't have much money. Besides, eating isn't our reason for coming here." Lita crossed her arms.
Jeff ignored her. "Yep, of course we'll have desserts! Hot Fudge Sundae, Chocolate Peanut Butter Crunch." He practically drooled at the sight of the menu. "By the way, guys, we still have to order for E&C."
Matt dropped his jaw. "But… I thought… all the other food orders you did were for them? You're not going to have them for yourself, are you?"
Jeff still gazed at the menu. "They're for me. Christian and Edge can just order on their own when they get here. The only things I ordered for you were drinks. Now, what do you guys want?"
Matt collapsed. Lita slapped his cheeks to wake him up. "Matt! Hey, Matt!"
"Sounds like you're having a loud time here," Edge interrupted.
Christian grinned. They just arrived. "What did we miss?"
Lita pointed accusingly to Jeff. "Well, for one thing, Jeff practically ordered everything on the menu—for himself! Matt passed out after he thought about the prices!"
The two boys laughed. Soon after the successfully awakened Matt, the group began talking.
"So… why are we here?" Christian asked, straightforward.
Matt slurped his Purple Haze drink. "Hmm. Well, I'm just wondering—who are coming to see the Undisputed match tomorrow?"
The other four looked at each other, thoughtful.
"I am," Edge said. Christian nodded, meaning he would come to see as well.
"Alright. Me too," Jeff motioned for the idea. "We can't miss this!"
Lita stretched. "Yeah, I'm going."
"Right. If Lita's going, I'm coming too." Matt stood up. "We have no business here anymore."
"B-But the food is coming up any time now!" Jeff squealed. He had a begging look. "C'mon, Matt!"
Edge placed down his Rock Lobster drink. "Screw the food!"
Christian laughed. He gulped down his Red Rocker. "Yeah. If we never eat the food, then we should never pay!"
"Jumbo Combo, Texas Chili, Twisted Mac & Cheese and Cajun Chicken Sandwich," the waitress walked over to their table, reading the order list. She was carrying a tray full of plates.
Matt, Lita and E&C exchanged mischievous glances. They grabbed Jeff and quickly ran out of the place!
"RUN!"
Okay, so Team eXtreme and E&C didn't pay their bills. JBL is having a shot at the Undisputed match on Sunday. Triple H is sure that he'll come out victorious. Jericho is upset with Trish. How will the students at WE Private High cope with a few changes and title wins? Find out in the next chapter: Crisis.
Character of the Chapter
Edge
Height: 193 cm
Weight: 240 lbs
From: Toronto, Ontario
Status: Face
Finishing Move(s):
Edgecution
Spear
Edgeucator
Signature Move(s):
Edge-O-Matic
Missile Dropkick
Winning Edge
Downward Spiral
High School Drama Bio: A former troublemaker at WWE Private High. Along with his partner-in-crime, Christian, Edge liked to cause troubles everywhere he went. They were just like Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin, only worse. But now they've aligned with Team eXtreme, and the two has supported them ever since. They participate in the World Tag Team Championship as E&C, and reach the final round. Edge is known as being more levelheaded than the hotheaded Christian. He's a very proud and hardworking RAW student.
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.