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 23: Crisis
"It's all your fault, Jeff," Lita said, clearly furious.
"I was hungry," Jeff replied innocently.
The five friends were hiding in a corner behind a Burger King building. They were sure they were going to get caught, but thanks to their fast running speed, they managed to get out of the way.
"The bills…" Matt groaned, clutching his head.
Edge sighed. "Don't worry Matt, we only had the drinks. We didn't touch the food at all."
Christian nodded. "Edge is right. We shouldn't pay for the food."
"Alright," Matt said. "We'll just go back to the place and… uh… take care of the drinks." The other four nodded in agreement, and they left.
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Triple H's house, 3:00pm
"Hunter, do you have any brandy?" Randy asked enthusiastically.
Triple H pointed to the kitchen. "Check by the fridge," he suggested, and continued making out with Stephanie.
They were celebrating Triple H's victory against Steve Austin over the World Heavyweight Championship.
"OK," Randy shrugged, and strolled to the kitchen.
Batista was lifting weights as usual, with a bottle of Gatorade in one hand. Flair was busy watching a movie.
"What are you watching, Ric?" Randy asked. His right hand was holding two bottles of brandy.
"Hmm… Fight Club," the old man replied.
"Okay. I'm watching then." The two sat on the couch, keeping their eyes on the screen. Occasionally they would cheer and toast in response to the scenes.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Triple H got up and walked to the door. Peering through the eyehole, he groaned. It was Shane McMahon!
"Open! Now!" The McMahon's only son banged on the door.
"Who is it, Hunter?" Stephanie joined him.
Triple H shook his head. "You don't want to know."
"You look angry. Who is it?" Stephanie urged.
"It's Shane!"
Stephanie was cross. "What?"
"Oi! Open this door! I know Steph is there! She's going home with me!" Shane continued banging. His voice sounded pissed. "Hey! Open!"
"What the hell are you doing here, Shane?"
"I'm the one who's supposed to ask you that question!" her brother shouted back. "You know Dad wouldn't be very happy to know you're here with that disrespectful bastard!"
"Oh, so you're calling me names, huh?" Triple H challenged.
"Shane, just leave him alone!" Stephanie begged.
"Open this door, then we'll talk!"
Stephanie sighed. She finally opened the door to let her brother in. Shane walked in, charging at Triple H and punched him.
"SHANE!" Stephanie shrieked. Triple H fell to the floor, blood dripping from his mouth and eyes widened.
"What the hell is happening?" Randy, Flair and Batista joined them. They were startled to find Shane in the house, beating the hell out of Triple H. The three cut in, restraining both guys.
"How dare you bring my sister to your house, celebrating a party with alcohol drinks!" Shane yelled to the bruised Triple H.
"Wait a minute! How did you know that we were having alcohol drinks?" Flair asked.
Shane pointed to Randy's hand holding the vodka bottle. "That's kinda obvious."
Randy looked to his hand, and hid it behind his back. "Oops."
"At least it's chaperoned," Batista pointed out, gesturing to Flair.
Shane crossed his arms. "But Stephanie can't drink!"
"Hey, she's my girl, and she can do whatever she wants to," Triple H stood up.
"Well, she's my sister, and a member of the proud and respected McMahon family. If she keeps hanging out with you she might end up as a tramp!" Shane's response was very harsh. Stephanie looked taken aback. "By the way, I never wanted to see you as a Heavyweight Champion," he added to Triple H. He glanced at Stephanie, shaking his head, and left.
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At WWE Private High, Sunday, 11:00am
An unexpected Sunday (where students would most likely be at home), the gym was pretty packed. Everyone's face expressed enthusiasm.
"Get out of the way. Get out of the way. Get out of the way! Get out of the way. Get out of the way. Get out of the way." Torrie Wilson, looking pissed, was squeezing past the crowds in order to reach the middle seats. Billy Kidman, Paul London, Candice Michelle, and other girls followed behind.
"Ow!" Big Show cried when Torrie accidentally stepped on his foot with her high heels. "Watch it!" Torrie ignored him, and kept on walking to find seats… stepping on other students' feet in the process.
"Ouch!" Scotty 2 Hotty and Rikishi squealed.
"Hey!" Heidenreich shouted, mad.
"Oi!" RVD yelled after her. Rey rubbed his sore foot.
Finally they sat down. "Billy, get me food. Paul, get the drinks," Torrie ordered.
The two boys groaned. "But we just sat down!" London complained.
"Yeah! We had to squeeze— and I mean literally—through those people to get here, and we're not stepping on another toe again!" Kidman added. London nodded.
Torrie glared at them. "You forced me and the girls to come here and watch the match. I thought we were gonna hit Fifth Avenue!" The other girls giggled.
The boy shrugged, their heads slumped. Then they left to the canteen.
"Hey JBL, you ready for the match?" Doug and Danny asked.
JBL grinned. "You bet I am."
"That's good," Orlando said. "Let's go!"
Vince McMahon took the mic. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it's a Champion vs. Champion match for the WWE Undisputed Championship! Making his way from New York, New York, weighing in 297 lbs; accompanied by John Cena and The Cabinet… he's the WWE Champion: John Bradshaw Layfield!" Longhorn theme hit the arena. JBL came out, grinning. The five students posed their hands in the Texas longhorn symbol. They walked to the ring.
"Making his way to the ring is the challenger…" Vince narrowed his eyes as The Game blared through the arena speakers. "…From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in 265 lbs… accompanied by Stephanie McMahon…" He frowned. Why is Stephanie accompanying him? "He's the World Heavyweight Champion: Triple H!" Evolution cheered and flashed thumbs-up by the sidelines as the champ and his girl walked to the ring.
On the ring, JBL shook hands with each member of his group. They nodded and left the arena. It's time to let the man face off his rival alone.
John Bradshaw Layfield (c) vs. Triple H (c) – WWE Undisputed Championship
Triple H stared hard at JBL, who was testing the ropes every now and then. After all, he needs the ropes to deliver his Clothesline From Hell. JBL locked up with Triple H. Triple H got the side headlock on JBL. JBL rammed Triple H to the ropes and Triple H bounced off. Triple H came off the ropes and JBL hit a shoulder tackle. JBL ran to the ropes, hopped over Triple H, and came off the opposite ropes with another shoulder tackle. Triple H got out of the ring. The ref started to make the ring-out count. Triple H walked on the steel steps and was about to enter the ring but JBL went to hit Triple H. Triple H got out of the ring and protested to the ref, telling him to back JBL away. The ref forced JBL to back away. Triple H had an anxious face and went to go back but JBL quickly went to hit him. The ref forced JBL to back it up, or he'll be disqualified and Triple H will be announced the new Undisputed Champion. Triple H got back to the ring and JBL quickly pushed the ref away to hit Triple H. Triple H backed into a corner and yelled at the ref to back JBL away. JBL went to hit Triple H but the ref did his best to restrain him. Loud boos were given from the SmackDown! students, and a couple of RAW students were disappointed as well.
Triple H got back in the match and Triple H and JBL circled in the ring. The two locked up. Triple H rammed JBL to a corner. Triple H threw a right hand but JBL moved and switched places. JBL gave Triple H a number of right hands. JBL irish-whipped Triple H to the opposite corner. Triple H came off and JBL nailed him with a back body drop. Triple H let out a cry of pain. JBL covered but Triple H kicked out. JBL picked Triple H up and gave him a right hand. JBL tossed Triple H to a corner and gave him blows to the stomach. JBL gave him a headbutt and irish-whipped him to the opposite corner. JBL charged but Triple H gave him a back elbow. JBL turned away. JBL turned back and Triple H charged him with a clothesline. Triple H picked JBL up and connected with a scoop slam. Triple H hooked the leg but JBL kicked out. Triple H picked JBL up slowly and hit him with a right hand. Triple H tossed JBL to a corner and gave him a series of furious punches.
Triple H irish-whipped JBL hard to the opposite corner. Triple H covered and JBL managed to get his shoulder up. Triple H protested to the ref, saying it was a three, Triple H then picked JBL up and pinned him against the turnbuckle. Then Triple H irish-whipped him as hard as he could to the turnbuckle. JBL cried out in pain. Triple H covered and JBL kicked out. Triple H protested to the ref again. Triple H hit elbow drops to JBL's spine. Triple H picked JBL up and irish-whipped him to the corner. Triple H charged but JBL moved out of the way. JBL quickly ran to the ropes as Triple H was stunned in the middle of the ring holding his mouth. JBL came off with the Clothesline From Hell. Triple H dodged it and gave JBL a right hand. Triple H gave JBL a series of punches. Triple H irish-whipped JBL to the ropes. JBL came off with a swinging neckbreaker to counter Triple H's back body drop. JBL picked Triple H up and hit another swinging neckbreaker. JBL hooked the leg and Triple H kicked out. JBL hit a vertical suplex but Triple H landed on his feet. Triple H applied a sleeper hold. JBL went for the ropes but Triple H pulled him back to the middle of the ring. JBL dropped to his knees. The ref checked on JBL. The ref lifted JBL's arm and let it drop. JBL lifted his arm and tried to get out of the sleeper hold. JBL grabbed Triple H's head and pulled his hair. The ref forced JBL to let go and as JBL let go, Triple H released the hold to rest on one corner. Triple H grabbed JBL and hit a vertical suplex into pin for a two-count.
Triple H covered again and JBL kicked out again. Triple H irish-whipped JBL to the ropes. JBL came off and Triple H kicked him in the knee. JBL dropped to one knee. Triple H picked JBL up and gave him the DDT for a two-count. Triple H went for the Figure-Four Leg Lock but JBL kicked Triple H forward. Triple H went face first on the turnbuckle. Triple H came off and JBL gave him a school boy. Triple H kicked out at two. JBL ran to the ropes and came off with the Clothesline From Hell but Triple H caught him with a Spinebuster. Both men were down. It's now the count of five, and both of them are still down. Now it's seven. Will any of them get up? At nine, Triple H made it to his feet, but fell again. Triple H and JBL got up. Triple H kicked JBL in the gut and went for the Pedigree. JBL countered with a back body drop. JBL hung onto the ropes. He turned to see Triple H about to get to his feet. JBL ran to the ropes and came off with the Clothesline From Hell but Triple H dodged it, kicked JBL in the gut and gave him the Pedigree. Triple H covered and got the three-count.
Result: Triple H def. John Bradshaw Layfield via pinfall
Triple H's theme was played. He grabbed his World Heavyweight Championship and took JBL's WWE Title. He held them together and carried them. He climbed the turnbuckle and looked to the crowd with each title in one hand. He did his trademark pose, raising both titles up in the air in a motion. During the celebration, the Basham Brothers came and hit Triple H. Orlando Jordan checked on JBL, while Cena waited for Evolution members or anyone on Triple H's behalf. As he expected, Flair, Randy and Batista stormed to the ring. Cena knocked down three of them. Cena irish-whipped Randy to a corner and nailed him with a back body drop as he came off. Batista charged but ran into an F-U. Cena dodged a clothesline, kicked Flair in the crotch and gave him a DDT. Cena snatched the WWE Title from Triple H and handed it to JBL. The Cabinet celebrated in the ring.
Later that night, a student walked in a dark place, a hall. He was bald. He weighed 252 lbs, he's from Texas and they call him the Rattlesnake. He was Stone Cold Steve Austin, who came close to beating Triple H for the World Heavyweight Championship. Austin opened a door to his left.
"Hey! You called me here now tell me why and what do you want?" Austin yelled.
A dark figure stepped up. "Uh, yes. I see you have problems with Triple H. Don't you?" The man narrowed his eyes at Austin.
"Yeah that's true. So you called me here just to say that? You son of a—"
"Oh now, now, let's not get nasty. I'm about to get to my point. You see, quite frankly I have problems with Triple H myself. And I want YOU to get rid of Triple H."
"And what do I get for it?"
"What do you get? Well…. How about a…. you see, Triple H IS the World Heavyweight Champion and taking this to a new level eventually will earn you a shot at that title."
"I don't do charity work. Now spit out my allowance or I'm gonna have to beat the hell out of you!"
"Fine. In interest of fairness…… how about a GM spot? With you being a General Manager, you can have endless title shots and as long as you have this job you'll be invincible! RAW is in the palm of your hands! Also as part of the package… a lifetime supply of beer? How's that?"
"It's a deal. Let's shake on it."
"Wait. However, you gotta do what I say. Every word of it. As long as you are the GM… you're mine. If you listen and follow to what I say, success is no big deal. Shake on it?"
"……...Anything for success and the World Title. Now you're making sense."
The two shook hands. "Pleasure business with you, Austin."
"Me too… Vince."
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Randy was heading off home. Triple H and the others were busy going back to their own houses, not bothering to hold another celebration party because of the attack from Cena and The Cabinet. But not before they collected Triple H's shield of 'UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONS of the WWE', in which Triple H's name was printed in gold in the first column.
Finally he arrived at his penthouse and parked his Mercedes car garage. "My back is so sore," he muttered. "Damn that Cena. I never liked him!" Yawning, he headed straight for his room. Suddenly the phone rang.
"Yeah, Legend Killer here," Randy spoke to the phone. No response. "Hello?"
"R-Randy?" a tiny voice squeaked.
"I can't hear you!" Randy shouted, annoyed. "Who's this?"
"…" A silence cut in. "…This is Stacy."
Randy's face tightened. "What's your business with me? I thought we're not speaking to each other again."
Over in the other end, Stacy twirled her blonde locks. "Uhh… yeah… about that, uh…"
"I don't have all day. Just go straight to the point," Randy said coldly. "I don't believe we're still together anyways."
"I was just hoping if we could meet up," the girl continued.
"No," Randy replied a second after the girl offered.
"I-I just want to talk." Stacy's voice was small.
"Stacy, I don't think you—"
"Please! I'm sorry about it, but I really think I can use a company."
Randy sighed. This will be the last time I'll ever talk to her. "Just tell me where I am supposed to go."
Stacy was relieved. "Oh! Yeah, it's… Starbucks. Across Bloomingdale's."
Randy was standing near the coffee house, staring at his Rolex watch. He scowled. There was no sign of Stacy.
"She suggested for us to meet here!" He kicked a rock on the ground. "If she doesn't show up in a minute, I swear I'll—"
"Hey, Randy!"
Randy rolled his eyes at the tall, slim figure approaching him. Finally! "Stacy," he replied unenthusiastically.
As the blonde girl caught up with him, Randy pointed to his watch angrily. "Why couldn't you at least try to be early?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Stacy looked panicked. "I was making popcorn, but I exploded in the microwave!"
Randy narrowed his eyes, suspicious. "Not good enough."
"Look, why don't we just sit down?" she asked, hoping to change the subject. The two walked to Starbucks and sat down. "I'll have Cappucino You?"
"Caffé Latte," Randy replied shortly. Stacy went to the counter to order the drinks, and came back to sit down.
She had an awkward smile. "So, uh… How's things?"
Randy's face brightened. "Hunter won today's Undisputed title match. Yesterday we had a party at his house to celebrate his victory over the Heavyweight title. But unfortunately Stephanie's evil brother Shane just had to come and ruin it."
"I see," Stacy said, giving a small laugh. Now Randy's talking! "So why did Shane come?"
Randy smirked. "Oh, he was all mad about his sister being with Hunter and shit."
Their orders arrived. Stacy smiled at the waiter, thanking. She sipped her Cappucino, while Randy was adding sugar to his Caffé Latte. The two shared a pretty awkward silence for a moment.
"I guess I haven't done much compared to you," Stacy spoke up.
Randy looked at her from his cup. "It's always about having fun with Evolution."
Stacy nodded. "Hey, is that the watch I gave you?" she asked suddenly.
Randy was dumbfounded. "Huh?"
"That watch! The Rolex on your hand," the girl repeated.
"Oh. This." Randy scratched his head uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah, I guess. Can't remember. I'm changing to an ESQ one, anyway."
"I bought it for your birthday!" Stacy yelled. "Last April!"
"Oh. Oh, yeah. I suppose," Randy frowned. She did? There were so many girls who bought me presents…
Stacy stood up, exasperated. Randy was startled. "I can't believe it! It cost me so much, and you said you're changing it to another watch?"
"Look, why don't you sit down…"
"Unbelievable!" she uttered in disbelief. "I know we're no longer in a relationship, but that watch was so precious to me! I thought you loved it! Randy, you know I'm not as rich as you! I don't drive a Mercedes or live in a penthouse!"
Randy was pretty surprised that Stacy would react this way. He was sweating. "Now, now, Stace… Everyone's looking at us now…" The people in Starbucks were watching them.
"I hate you!" Stacy spun on her heels and left.
Randy slumped in his seat. "What just happened?" he asked himself, shocked.
Stacy's hope of reuniting with Randy shattered. Jericho is upset with Trish. Looks like lots of hearts are going to be broken here. Will Vince and Austin's deal help in his way to the victory? How will the students at WE Private High cope with a few changes and title wins? Find out in the next chapter: Shattered to Pieces.
Character of the Chapter
Randy Orton
Height: 193 cm
Weight: 245 lbs
From: St. Louis, Missouri
Status: Heel
Finishing Move(s):
RKO
Super RKO
Signature Move(s):
European uppercut
Back-to-back backbreaker
Dropkick
Flying Crossbody
High School Drama Bio: A proud member of Evolution. Probably best-known for his extremely arrogant and snobbish attitude. He's one of the school's richest students: he lives in a penthouse and drives a Mercedes! A third-generation wrestler, he finds it hard to manage his time as both student and athlete at WWE Private High. His father is Cowboy Bob Orton (Jr.), an alumnus of the school. Bob spoils his son very much and never suspects anything negative about him, where in fact Randy loves to date lots of girls at once ('risk-taker' is his middle name!). Well-known for his long-term relationship with a fellow RAW student, Stacy Keibler. Some find it ironic that a goody-two-shoes like Stacy will go out with a playboy like Randy. Just like Bob, Stacy never knows that Randy dates other girls. Unfortunately, Cena's arrival inadvertently ends their happiness together. Randy's currently the Intercontinental Champion.
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.