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 24: Shattered to Pieces
The next day
"Damn! It's Monday again! I wish 'weekends' are longer. Then our weekly holidays will be longer," Jeff complained.
"Stop complaining," Matt said.
As they walked through the canteen, a voice through the P.A. system boomed. "Attention, students. We'll have an assembly in the arena in the gym. I have an announcements, and things to get off my chest. It'll start in ten minutes, five minutes before the bell goes. Be there."
"An assembly? BAH! Probably just things like 'last Friday was great and exciting'." Jeff didn't seem delighted at the idea.
"But… he said announcement," Lita pointed out.
"Probably 'Triple H is the Undisputed Champion', congratulations. Yeah we watched that match yesterday."
"Well… maybe he has other things in his mind?" Lita suggested.
"……Hopefully," Matt muttered.
In the gym/arena, murmurs of anxious and curious students were sweeping. Everyone was wondering what Vince, their principal, has got in mind. Then his theme, No Chance in Hell was played, catching the attention of all students. Vince came out, strutting on the stage, looking proud and conceited as usual. Loud boos filled the arena, many people didn't like Vince because he was demanding and selfish, as well as arrogant—though he might be nice and lovable.
Lilian Garcia was in the ring and held a mic. "Please welcome: Vince McMahon!"
Vince entered the ring and grabbed a microphone from a staff at ringside. He looked around for a second. "Today, as you may know, I have important announcements. But before we get to that, I would like to congratulate each and every one of the winners of last Friday's event. I taped all of them and boy, I gotta say they were terrific! I made copies of each tape and I planned to turn them into DVDs with special features of the interviews conducted." Vince grabbed a VHS tape from a staff at ringside and held it above his head.
"Told you," Jeff whispered to Lita and Matt, rolling his eyes.
"And he's making a DVD from it! Oh joy!" Edge whispered back in agreement.
"Some of these interviews are special and you don't get to know what these interviews are. They are very interesting and you might want to pick this up. If you want some, there are tons in the reception. Oh, the VHS tape are $5.50, by the way, the DVDs will be $14.00. Just to remind you, they are not free!" Vince pointed to the direction where the reception is located. Students rolled their eyes and smirked at the last sentence. Typical of Vince.
"My favourite match would be that World Heavyweight Championship match—boy, was that great!" Vince grinned. The audience hooted in excitement, still remembering the thrill they had from Friday's main event. "Um… the Rey Mysterio and Spike Dudley match wasn't so bad. All I need to say, is—oh by the way, please bare with me those students who are non-wrestlers. Mysterio, all I need to say is your homework will be to practice!"
"The… Intercontinental title match was also great," Vince continued. "My boy nearly had it there. Good on you, you just need to practice escaping that RKO if you want the Intercontinental Title! Congratulations to Eugene for winning the Tag Titles alone, though you did receive some help there."
Eugene stood up from his seat. "No I didn't! I won these titles… on-my-own!" Eugene lifted both tag titles.
"Ah, yes, yes, Eugene. Make sure you get a partner for those titles though, and pick a good one," Vince advised. Eugene nodded, "I will! I will!"
"And Chris Jericho you weren't lucky! Where's he, by the way? He's absent? Well, that's too bad. Well, Jericho. Boy you just weren't lucky. That United States title now belongs to Mr. Orlando Jordan, he's sitting right there with the WWE Champion, who retained his title in a strong battle with Mark Calaway, aka The Undertaker. And that U.S. title now is SmackDown!'s. So if you RAW people are upset, express you anger directly to Chris Jericho and his chickadee Trish Stratus. She's the Women's Champion, by the way, AND she defended that title on Thursday, didn't you? My daughter would've won that title if she wasn't eliminated early I guarantee you that."
"SmackDown! was victorious over RAW, once again because somebody—" he glanced at Evolution, "—had to ruin it. John Cena, you made a surprise call there but you made the right decision! You won! It's not the fairest way, but you gotta do anything to stay in the top. Anything." On this point, Team eXtreme and E&C glared at Cena, who was giving high-fives with JBL and The Cabinet. "And last…… Triple H." Vince's tone of voice changed at the sound of the name he said out. Everybody gulped.
"That no-good son of a bitch stole the goddamn pinfall victory over the man I couldn't even beat. Stone Cold Steve Austin." The audience roared at the sound of the name. An "Austin" chant began.
"With that sledgehammer, Triple H stole the victory. And I believed he did the same to JBL to become the Undisputed Champion, no? No? Well, alright then. He beat Austin, the man I couldn't beat. And what do you do with a man you can't beat? The answer is simple: join him. Introducing RAW's new General Manager… Stone Cold Steve Austin!"
Crash! Austin's theme was played. The audience got to their feet. Austin came out in his black "What?" shirt. Austin entered the ring, looked at Vince but then quickly climbed the turnbuckle. Austin raised two middle fingers. Vince seemed disapproving at this. The new GM got to the other turnbuckle and raised two middle fingers again. He got down and grabbed a mic from a staff.
"You know Vince, this is the first time I believe, you made the right choice. I have changed my views of you. Now, about the…" He couldn't say anymore, because Bischoff's theme, I'm Back, was played, as the man himself came out with a mic.
"Hey, hey, wait, wait, wait!" Everybody looked at Eric Bischoff.
"Mr. McMahon, what exactly do you mean by 'new General Manager'?" Bischoff asked, trembling and confused.
"What did I mean by that? It's exactly what it sounds like, what are you, some kind of an idiot?" Vince snapped and narrowed his eyes at Bischoff.
"Well, Mr. McMahon, I was just thinking. So... Austin's the new General Manager of RAW?" Bischoff asked.
"For the—" Vince started. "Yeah." Austin cut short.
"But… what about me? RAW's my faction!" Bischoff demanded.
"What about you? Oh… that's right! I forgot! I knew I have forgotten something when I came down to this arena, I forgot about you! Oh my word, how funny!" Vince laughed out loud. Bischoff gritted his teeth. Vince stopped. "Alright. Well… I don't know if there's anything I can do. Oh, I know! YOUUU'RREEE FFIIIIRREEDDD!"
Everybody gasped. Austin and Vince smiled. Bischoff's eyes widened. Austin shook hands with Vince, then kicked Bischoff around the crotch area and delivered the Stone Cold Stunner. Bischoff rolled out of the ring as security took him out of the building, despite his conditions. Austin and Vince hugged. The audience booed. Suddenly Shawn Michaels' Sexy Boy theme was played. Students cheered. Startled, Vince and Austin looked to the rampway. HBK, The Rock and Kevin Nash came out.
"Austin! What in the world were you thinking?" HBK, the second-in-command of The Clique, was outraged.
"The Rock wants to know why in the blue hell would you do this!" The Rock, the leader, asked.
"We promised not to associate with any of the McMahons when we joined forces, dammit! Remember that?" Nash reminded Austin.
Austin held out the mic. "What? What? What? What? What? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT!"
Everybody stared at Austin. "We met together, what? We joined forces, what? We were strong, what? The Rock's the coolest leader, what? HBK is the most spirited, what? Nash is the biggest, what?" Austin walked around the ring, recounting the group's history and descriptions of the members. "Austin is the most independent, what? We win matches, what? What does it mean, what? McMahon held a tournament, what?" Austin got in HBK's face, who scowled.
"You—"
"You lost. We lost. We all lost. I got pinned. You didn't assist me. We walked out. Empty-handed. McMahon called me. We made a deal. I am the new General Manager. Best bargain. All for my soul and Triple H's. It was worth it. WHAT?"
"But…" Nash went to say something, but The Rock held out his hand, motioning for him to stop. HBK looked disgusted.
"In this world, you gotta do anything. To achieve something. To be the best. Vince called me last night. He told me that he wants Triple H. He chose me… as the man to beat him. And he gave me this General Manager position. With this position, I can do anything. Endless title shots! Women! And the most important thing, free beer day in and out. Underage does not matter to me anymore. Vince has contributed a lot in the society and is a potential political figure, and whatever he says it goes. So, as long as I do anything he said, I am on top of the world."
"Austin! You sold your soul for success? How could you!" HBK asked in utter disbelief. The other two also had the same expression.
"It's over, Shawn. Rock. Nash. The dream's over. I'm out of the group. I have sought for success. But it didn't come to me. I gotta do something. Everyday I got up, I feel emptiness and boredom. You don't know how I feel, goddammit! You ought to sell your soul too, if you want to stay in top. You see, with me in charge of RAW, I'm gonna make sure: that you… are in the pits of hell!" Austin exclaimed. The crowd booed, they were both disgusted and disappointed. The man they had admired, Steve Austin, proved to be an egoistic, soulless bastard.
"And to end the show and start my reign… my boys, beat them up!" Austin clicked his finger and turned away.
The Problemsolver Tyson Tomko came out with his hideous yet monstrous partner Gene Snitsky. The two hit big boots here and there, to each member of The Clique, who didn't see those shots coming. Snitsky and Tomko double-teamed on the biggest man: Nash. Snitsky grabbed the chair above his head and roared. The audience gasped. Snitsky nailed each of The Clique members with the steel chair. Tomko then placed HBK and The Rock in the ring while Snitsky irish-whipped Nash to the steps as hard as he could. Tomko then hit a rolling neckbreaker on The Rock, and Snitsky hit HBK with an over-the-shoulder side slam. Austin toasted beer with Vince, Tomko, and Snitsky, much to the disgust and dismay of the crowd. They started leaving, but then Triple H's music hit the arena. They froze.
Triple H, the man who 'started' this mess came out with his water bottle, Stephanie McMahon, and of course, his World Heavyweight Championship. Triple H did his usual 'spritz' at the rampway and on the apron. As the green light faded, Evolution's theme was played and this one was responded with boos. Flair, Batista, and last but not least Randy came out with his Intercontinental title. Flair and Batista walked up ahead while Randy showed his back on the crowd while doing his trademark pose; he was showered with light and fireworks. Then Randy turned around and walked on the rampway, following Flair and Batista.
The Game entered the ring, followed by Stephanie, Flair, Batista and Randy. He grabbed the mic. "Austin! As much as I think an asshole you are, I don't think you would've gone this far. Why would you sell your soul? And to the Devil, Vince McMahon?" He pointed to Vince, who frowned.
"Just for this title here on my waist, you would sell your soul. Well you have made the wrong choice, and you've messed with the wrong person. Because I am The Game! And I am not here to lose. I am here to win!"
"……What?" Austin asked.
"……."
"What? I didn't hear you! Speak English! You know English?"
"You're just screwing with me! You know what? Bring it on," Triple H said.
"Give me your best shot… punk!"
Triple H took off his jacket and his belt. Austin got prepared. The two went at it and brawled on the mat. Flair and Tomko tried to restrain them. Austin and Triple H were all hot and red. Austin grabbed the mic and announced, "It's official, dammit! Before the school ends, it's gonna be Triple H defending his World Heavyweight Championship against none other than me, Stone Cold Steve Austin!"
Austin left with Vince, Snitsky and Tomko. Austin's theme was played. The crowd chanted "Triple H" as they left the building.
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At Jericho's place, 10:15pm
"Chris, open the door! We need to talk," Trish called out, knocking. When Jericho opened the door, she hugged him in relief. They walked in.
"You look pale and your eyes are red," Trish said, gazing at Jericho's downcast face. "What have you been doing these three days?"
Jericho pointed to the bin, which was filled with empty alcohol bottles. Trish sighed. "You drank alcohol?"
"Well, I couldn't think of anything else to do. I didn't go to school, after all," Jericho said. "And why aren't you at school…?"
"I came to see you. Eurgh… I think you need to shave." Trish cringed at Jericho's facial hair, which looked like it hadn't been shaved for three months.
"……"
Trish sighed. Jericho stared at her, his eyes nearly lifeless. He's like a half-zombie, Trish thought. She took a lunchbox out of her handbag. "Here, for you."
"…What?"
"I figured you wouldn't have had lunch, so I brought you one." The blonde girl handed the lunchbox to Jericho. He opened it slowly.
"Prawns. Sausages. Okay… weird combination," Jericho commented hoarsely. "Let's see… egg rolls. Thanks."
Trish smiled. "No problem…"
Suddenly Jericho turned to her, his face gloomy, "I need to tell you something…"
/---/
"…so you're breaking up with me!"
Trish's face showed an ultimate expression of shock and regret. She was speechless. Jericho couldn't look at her in the eye. Only two words.
"I'm sorry."
The girl gave him one last look, and ran out, sobbing. I can't believe this! She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. "Stacy? You won't believe this." Unfortunately, the girl on the other end of the line was also in the same state as her. "Hey, Stacy? You… okay?"
In Austin's (formerly Bischoff's) office
People started coming in to congratulate the new General Manager. Austin smiled gloomily to each person he shook hands with.
"Austin, this gentleman here will tell you how things work here and what you must do. Mr. Ace, meet Austin," Al Snow said.
Johnny Ace came up to Austin and offered a handshake. "The name's Johnny Ace, call me Mr. Ace, and I'm here to teach you what you must do as a General Manager and how things work around here. Now, if you can please come around the corner and I'll introduce to you your new office."
How mouthful! Austin thought.
"Mr. Austin, we're here," Mr. Ace stopped walking and opened a door with the nameplate 'Eric Bischoff' and 'RAW General Manager' underneath. Then he made way for Austin. "This will be your new office. Oh, and of course, we got to change that name tag."
It was more like a living room. There were four couches, few palm trees in little pots around and it was full of air-conditioning. There was a desk, once again with the nameplate 'Eric Bischoff' with the 'RAW General Manager' bit underneath. "This, will be your desk. You may use the computer in front of you at anytime."
"Like I don't know that!"Austin grumbled to himself.
"I'm sorry?"
"Never mind."
"This electronic mailbox will transfer everything from its main domain to this one. Every 15-30 minutes, you must check every letter and message and you have to read them all. The letters may contain match requests or urgent messages. Every hour, it MUST be empty. Huh? I think there's one letter here… it's from Matt Striker, and he wants a title shot. What do you say?"
"……"
"Austin?"
"……? Oh! Well… an Intercontinental title match with…."
"The champions and the roster list are under the desk, feel free to pull it out whenever you need it. The Intercontinental Champion is Randy Orton."
"Yeah, yeah, that."
"Now, what you must do to book the match would be to write your requested match in a blank sheet of paper and seal it inside these special envelopes," Mr. Ace pulled out envelopes from a drawer. "Then place it in this other electronic mailbox and the letter will be sent to the reception."
Austin sighed. "Are we done yet?"
"Well, Mr. Austin, it's not for another two or so hours…." Mr. Ace added. Silence.
/---/
Outside, two men were discussing about the main event of the day. One seemed eager and the other sounded reluctant. They talked about Austin's reign as the new GM and who would win the World Heavyweight Title match. Back in Austin's office…
Austin drank a can of beer and chucked it at Mr. Ace. Mr. Ace was down on the carpet, bruises and cuts everywhere on his face. "Hmph! Next time, don't mess with me! You learn new things everyday, don't ya?" Then he moved closer to the P.A. mic. "Students are… eh… supposed to be in the gym now. There's gonna be… uhh… a match between… lemme think… Randy Orton and Matt Striker!"
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In the gym
Lilian Garcia held the mic to her mouth. "The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the Intercontinental Championship!"
"Hey! Nothing you can say!" It was Randy Orton's theme song, Burn In My Light. Randy came out, you looking conceited as ever, and stood in his "Legend Killer" trademark pose, showered by the fireworks. People booed. But his eyes wandered around the arena, searching for Stacy. Unfortunately, the girl was nowhere in sight. "Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in 240 lbs… the Intercontinental Champion: Randy Orton!" Evolution and Stephanie cheered.
Soon after he hit the ring, the music of Matt Striker's theme blared through the speakers. "Making his way to the ring, from Queens, New York, weighing in 237 lbs: Matt Striker!"
Randy Orton (c) vs. Matt Striker – Intercontinental Championship
Randy locked up with Striker. Randy got the side headlock. Randy squeezed as tight and as hard as he could. Striker's face was red, but he managed to escape by ramming Randy to the turnbuckle. Striker took a big breath before giving Randy a series of punches. Striker irish-whipped Randy against the turnbuckle. Randy reversed and charged. Striker moved out of the way and connected with a school boy as Randy came off the turnbuckle. Randy kicked out. It looked like it was a three-count there, but the ref said it wasn't. The audience heard the ref's hand slam the mat for the third time, but the ref insisted that Randy kicked out just before his hand would reach the mat. Striker couldn't believe it. Randy came from behind and connected with a school boy. Randy grabbed the ropes for leverage and the ref's hand touched the mat for a clear three-count.
Result: Randy Orton def. Matt Striker via pinfall to retain the Intercontinental Championship
A staff at ringside whispered something to the ref. A replay was shown, at how Randy used the ropes for an unfair advantage. The ref signed for the bell and restarted the match. Randy couldn't believe it and protested. Striker rolled Randy up!
Randy Orton (c) vs. Matt Striker – Intercontinental Championship
1… 2… and a kickout! Randy quickly got up and Striker irish-whipped Randy against the ropes. Randy reversed it. Striker came off the opposite ropes, Randy threw a right hand but Striker ducked. Striker came off the opposite ropes and gave Randy a Bulldog. Striker covered but Randy kicked out. Striker applied the STF. Randy quickly grabbed the ropes. Striker was forced to release the hold. Striker went to grab Randy but Randy raked his eyes. Striker backed away. Randy got up and hit a European uppercut to knock Striker down. Randy tossed Striker to a corner. Randy gave Striker multiple European uppercuts before thrusting his shoulders to Striker's ribs. Striker groaned in pain. Randy hit another European uppercut before irish-whipping him to the opposite corner. Striker came off and Randy went for the back body drop but Striker kicked him in the face. Randy backed away. Striker connected with a back suplex into pin for a two-count.
Striker picked Randy up and went for a vertical suplex. Striker hit a vertical suplex and covered for a two-count. Striker picked Randy up and Randy made an eye poke and hit a back-to-back backbreaker to capitalize. Randy picked Striker up and irish-whipped him to a corner. Randy charged with a clothesline. Randy beat Striker down with quick, strong punches followed by stomps. Randy pulled Striker to the middle of the ring and hooked the leg. Striker kicked out. Randy picked Striker up and knocked him down with a single punch. Randy grabbed both Striker's leg and lifted them off the mat. Randy kicked Striker to the lower abdomen. Randy then ran to the ropes and came off with a knee drop, Ric Flair style. Randy covered but Striker got his shoulder up.
Randy seemed to go for the Figure-Four Leg Lock, but turned out that he only applied regular pressure to Striker's legs. Striker refused to submit and reached the ropes. Randy pulled Striker to the middle of the ring and went to apply a hold but Striker kicked off. Randy came up to Striker and Striker caught him in a small package. Randy kicked out. Striker then connected with a school boy, Randy kicked out. Striker then caught Randy and went for the backslide and got it on. Randy kicked out at a one-count. Striker cradle pinned Randy but Randy still managed to kick out. Striker seemed to try as many pin moves as he can to win.
Randy overpowered Striker as Striker tried another school boy. Striker came up to Randy but walked into an RKO. Striker quickly countered it with a sleeper hold and took Randy to the ground with a rear naked choke. Randy's and Striker's faces were red, as Randy tried to gasp for air and Striker tried to squeeze as hard as he could to make Randy pass out. The ref checked on Randy and waited until his arms were on the mat. The ref lifted one of them and let it drop. 1! The ref lifted it again and let it drop. 2! The ref lifted Randy's arm for the last time and let it drop. Unfortunately, Striker's excitement loosened the pressure on Randy's neck and Randy managed to lift his arm. Randy got to his feet and hit elbows to Striker's abdomen. Randy hit a standing dropkick to knock Striker down. Striker got back up and charged at Randy. Randy dodged him and gave him the back-to-back backbreaker. Randy lifted his arm in his signature motion, calling for the RKO. Striker got up and turned around. Randy jumped for the RKO and successfully hit it. Randy hooked the leg and got the three-count!
Result: Randy Orton def. Matt Striker to retain the Intercontinental Championship
Randy's theme was played. The ref handed him his Intercontinental title and Randy grabbed it and climbed the turnbuckle. Randy lifted it and Stacy Keibler's Legs theme hit the arena. Confused whispers were heard from the crowd. Randy looked to the rampway and out she came: Stacy Keibler. Stacy got in the ring and grabbed a mic.
"Well, Randy. I came out here to congratulate you." Stacy explained.
"Does this mean—" Randy went to say something, but Stacy cut him short.
"No, Randy. This doesn't mean that we're back together. I just want to say that your Intercontinental Title reign, so far, is impressive. Don't you all agree?' Stacy said, glancing around the arena. The audience were whispering reluctantly.
"If you came out here to patronize—" Randy said something, but once again Stacy cut him off.
"So far, Randy… no one has beaten or can beat you for that title. But I know someone who can." Stacy smiled.
"Oh, really?"
"Yep. Not to mention, he's actually my new boyfriend. I guess I'll just introduce him now. Come out!"
"Stand back! There's a hurricane coming through!" The Hurricane's theme was played, and Gregory 'The Hurricane' Helms came out, storming to the ring. Everyone gasped. Randy was jaw-dropped. Stacy smiled proudly. The Hurricane grinned confidently, got in the ring and charged at Randy but the champion got out of the ring. The Hurricane gestured that he wanted the belt and posed as Randy left the arena.
/---/
In the hallway, William Regal was talking to Eugene, who carried the World Tag Team Championships.
"Eugene, why did you call me here? Is there something you want to say?" Regal asked Eugene in his British accent.
"Yes, there is!" Eugene jumped up and down.
"Well, Eugene. What is it?"
"It's… oh! Will you be my partner?"
"Your partner?"
"YES!"
"Well, Eugene. It'll be an honor. Thank you, Eugene."
"YAY! I got a partner! And I picked a good one…" Eugene kissed Regal on his left cheek and went to kiss the right one but Regal backed away.
"Now, why don't you give me one of the belts…. Because I am now your partner, I'll go up to Mr. Stone Cold Steve Austin's office to confirm it, then my name will be printed within this belt and I'm officially your partner. And you need to go with me to confirm it too."
"Alright! Here you go!" Eugene handed him one-half of the tag belts.
"After you, Eugene." Regal smiled mysteriously.
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Triple H was working out in the gym. He got permission to miss all his classes because of his huge title match. Flair timed Triple H and gave him bodybuilding instructions. Someone entered the gym. It was Shane McMahon. He got in Triple H's face.
"Today, you're gonna lose that title. To Stone Cold Steve Austin." Shane smiled.
"And what exactly is making you so confident?" Triple H asked, resting the title on his shoulder.
"Oh, I'm gonna make sure you lose that title today," Shane pointed to the belt.
"What are you gonna do to make me lose this title?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"And what exactly makes you think that your plan is going to work?"
"Because it will."
"We'll just see, shall we?"
"Oh, we will."
"Farewell. Let's go, Ric." Triple H nodded to Flair, who was lifting weights. As they left, Shane had an odd smile on his face.
Once again, a voice was heard through the P.A. System just before lunch. "The WWE Champion John Bradshaw Layfield will be conducting a speech after lunch, in the ring."
Students groaned. Their minds thought of the same thing: Not another speech!
Team eXtreme and E&C, coincidentally, had the same class together: Economics. And right now the teacher was out of the class, and students were throwing paper planes and taling. Matt was stretching his arms on his desk. "Guys, you heard that?" he asked to the four people sitting around him.
Christian nodded. "Yep. It's gonna be one of JBL's I'm-not-only-smart-but-I'm-also-a-champion speeches." He yawned.
Jeff was juggling oranges in the air, and tossed one to Lita. "Oranges, anyone?" he offered.
Edge gave him an odd look. Jeff shrugged. "I know we can't eat in the class. I'm just trying to look for a topic here. I don't want to talk about any title reigns right now. I mean, me and Matt lost ours to Eugene—and Regal. That's just stupid."
Lita sighed. "Yeah."
Also coincidentally, two of The Clique members were also in the same class. HBK patted Lita on the back. "I know how you guys feel about losing the title… but maybe Vince will give you a break and you guys can win the title again."
Nash, who was sitting next to Michaels, shook his head. "I doubt that. Vince is not a very patient guy. He might just ignore it and let Regal and Eugene hold the title for a long time. I mean, he's pretty busy working on the World and WWE championships now, right?"
The Hardy Boyz looked glum. Edge wandered his eyes around the room. "Hey, is it just you guys who have Economics with us?"
HBK nodded. "Yeah, The Rock has Drama, I think. He's so confident and a great actor that we figured the class would be perfect for him."
Christian muttered, "Oh." He looked at the two Clique members. Though a bit hesitant, he asked the question anyway: "What about… uhm… Austin?"
Nash's expression turned cold. "Oh, him." Team eXtreme and E&C recognized an odd tone at the mentioning of the word 'him'. He exchanged a condescending look with Michaels. "You know. Strutting around in his office. Being his usual high and mighty self. Managing matches. And other shit God knows what."
"I see," Lita said.
"Don't bother about him," HBK said gloomily. He gave a thin smile.
The seven students shared regretful glances. Suddenly the bell rang. They stood up to make their way to the Seniors Quad for lunch.
In the gym…
Everyone gathered in the arena. They were anxiously waiting for JBL to come out. Eventually JBL's Longhorn theme hit the arena. The WWE Champion came out in his limousine and of course, his title belt. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the WWE Champion… John Bradshaw Layfield!"
JBL smiled while holding out his WWE Title and his hat. JBL got on the apron, tapped his foot on the apron before entering the ring. JBL grabbed a mic.
"I gathered you to come out here… because I have something to say. First of all, my match with The Undertaker at Friday. The big bad Undertaker. I pinned him 1-2-3 to retain this WWE Championship on my shoulder. But I did not do it alone. A man, a very talented man gave me his support and showed me what courage really is.
"Retaining this title last Friday earned me the opportunity to become the first-ever WWE Undisputed Champion. Winning any title in WWE Private Academy is already an honor. Imagine… winning the WWE Championship, and unify it with yet another Grand Championship and become its Undisputed Champion. Last Sunday, I fell short to Triple H, RAW's World Heavyweight Champion." The crowd cheered at the sound of Triple H's name, especially the RAW students. A few booed, clearly showing dislike of The Game.
"He beat me fair-and-square. 1-2-3. But in the end, once again, the very same man who encouraged me before my match against The Undertaker, came out on top at the end. Let me introduce to you: John… Cena!"
Cena's Basic Thuganomics was played. The audience cheered. Team eXtreme and E&C exchanged upset looks. Cena came out with his steel chain, taunting. Cena got in the ring and shook hands with JBL.
"Cena, I would like to say thank you, because without you I don't think I would have ever retained that WWE Title. As a token of my gratitude, I would like to present you with this!"
A number of men came out with a large Cena portrait and brought it to the ring. Cena grinned at JBL. "Cena! With this, I hope our relationship as best friends will continue. I—"
JBL couldn't say anymore. The Undertaker's You're Gonna Pay themehit the arena and out came The American Badass. The crowd booed. The Undertaker came out to the rampway and entered the ring with a mic in his hand.
"What do you want?" Cena asked.
"Show some respect, kiddo." The Undertaker snarled. "Bradshaw. I know you pinned me 1-2-3 this last Friday. I handed Amy back to you because I am such a good sport. No doubt about that. I may not be the nicest man you'd meet, but I'm competitive, and I stand by what I think is right." The Undertaker stopped.
JBL and Cena stared down at The Undertaker. The Undertaker continued, "I may have lost, but I haven't lost my touch. Bradshaw… how about putting that title on the line again and give me a chance to even up the score?" The crowd cheered.
JBL looked at Cena and the audience. Then he nodded in agreement. "The Undertaker… I acc—"
JBL went to say the word 'accept', but the Medal theme was played. The crowd booed heavily. Kurt Angle came out. The crowd went to chant "You Suck" along to the beat of the chorus of the Medal theme, but the music stopped as soon as Kurt got in the ring with a mic.
"Oh would you please shut the hell up?" Kurt demanded. The audience booed, heavier. Kurt talked through the mic while slowly walking to the ring.
"Taker! You have lost to Bradshaw 1-2-3! He didn't even need his little 'Cabinet' and his bitch John Cena coming out to help. As a matter of fact, your brother Kane actually got involved in the match didn't he?"
Surprisingly, The American Badass stayed calm. "As a matter of fact, he did. Now you better show some respect or else!" The Undertaker yelled through the mic.
"Or else what? Huh? HUH?" Kurt taunted. "When you get in the ring with me, you wouldn't even last ten minutes. Oh, it's true!"
"Oh is that so?"
"Oh, yeah. It's true, it's true, it's damn true! Now, you came out here to demand a title rematch, but!" Kurt spat. "Have you no shame? You got pinned and you come out the following week demanding another match. I'll tell you this: If anyone deserves a WWE Title shot, it's me!"
'Taker threw a right hand. 'Taker pounded on Kurt with a number of fists. JBL grabbed the mic. "You think you're so good, Kurt? Well, guess what? You are not even a match for me!"
Then Kurt came through 'Taker's legs and punched JBL and Cena. Students in the crowd began cheering and encouraging the battle by shouting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" The two quickly got up and Kurt dodged a punch from The Undertaker, accidentally nailing JBL. Cena hit 'Taker with a couple of right hands. Once Cena knocked The Undertaker down, Kurt came from behind and gave Cena an Angle Slam. Kurt taunted "Woooo!" but then JBL got up and charged with the Clothesline From Hell. The Undertaker caught JBL's throat and lifted him up for the Chokeslam. The Undertaker slammed JBL down. Orlando Jordan stormed through and clotheslined 'Taker. Orlando picked 'Taker up and irish-whipped him against the ropes, with 'Taker reversed. Orlando knocked 'Taker down with another clothesline. Kurt gave Orlando a low blow. All five men were down in the ring. Then SmackDown!'s General Manager, Teddy Long, came out to the rampway as his theme MacMilitant was played.
"Another week has started with a bombshell after the previous one ended with a bombshell of its own! If all four of you think you deserve a WWE title shot, then all four of you shall fight for it! So tonight, it's going to be: The Undertaker vs Orlando Jordan vs Kurt Angle vs John Cena! For the WWE Championship title shot! How's that, playa'?"
Looks like lots of bones are going to be broken here. Will Vince and Austin's deal help in his way to the victory? Will Triple H retain his title? And why is Shane McMahon so sure that Triple H isn't going to win? On the other side (SmackDown!'s), who will be the new no. 1 contender for JBL's WWE Championship? Find out in the next chapter: Underestimated.
Character of the Chapter
The Undertaker
Height: 203 cm
Weight: 305 lbs
From: Houston, Texas
Status: Heel
Finishing Move(s):
Tombstone Piledriver
Last Ride
Dragon sleeper
Signature Move(s):
Chokeslam
Old School
Big boot
Snake eyes
Running DDT
Legdrop
High School Drama Bio: The Undertaker is a true American Badass. His evil persona has been his trademark during his stay in WWE Private High. One of the school's tallest students, Mark Calaway (nicknamed The Undertaker, abbreviated to 'Taker) always has a sense of creepy atmosphere surrounding him, and this makes students afraid to go near him, let alone challenge him (except for those who are crazy enough). His brother, Kane, The Big red Machine, is also one of the most electrifying students in school history. The two occasionally would form a duo as Brothers of Destruction. 'Taker likes to break the rules and regularly drive his motorbike to crash into stores along with Kane. In his spare time, 'taker loves to listen to heavy metal music and play poker. When the Brothers of Destruction kidnaps Amy, JBL has to place his WWE Championship title on the line. Since 'Taker is mad for the title, it looks like he won't give up until he's the champion.
Note: Okay guys, it's maybe hard to believe but I'm back to SCHOOL now! Yep, starting from four days ago. And I still manage to update! The record for this week, being 3 times (including this chapter)! I might start to get busier but I'm sure I'll be adding new chapters, at least twice a week. Just as you've requested, I'll (try to) update as soon as possible! Happy reading!
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.