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 31: Surprises
In JBL's mansion, 5:00 p.m.
JBL was sitting on his couch. His match against John Cena had been delayed, at his own request. The match will now take place on Sunday. JBL was thinking hard. His Cabinet was pursuing him to turn against Cena and kick him out of the Cabinet. JBL then looked up, sweating. Then his mobile phone rang. It was none other than his Chief of Staff, his second-in-command, Orlando Jordan.
"JBL? Hey, you're there? The Bashams just went up to the receptionist at school to ask about Amy. Because remember when The Undertaker kidnapped her? She was shocked and psychologically hurt that she was sent to be taken care. When we asked about her condition to the receptionist, she said that Amy is no longer at WWE Private Academy! JBL? JBL?" JBL hung up. He no longer cares about Amy. He was now onto Cena.
Around the same time, in the Dudleyville…
Spike Dudley, the Cruiserweight Champion was training hard, giving several blows to the punching bag as D-Von gave him instructions. Bubba came in with a drink.
"So, Spike? I heard you'll be taking on Nunzio for the Cruiserweight Title," Bubba said.
"Yeah. And he's got that new student Vito from Little Italy," Spike said.
"So? You've got both of us!" D-Von said.
"Well, the bad thing is, Rey Mysterio will be in Nunzio's corner as well." Spike said.
"Hmm…… but Rey Rey is no match for the any of us!" Bubba exclaimed.
"Yeah… you're right. Now let's come up with moves I can use on Nunzio!" Spike said enthusiastically.
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In the school library
"Listen," Matt whispered to the three boys sitting around him. "I have something important to say."
"I can understand it's important," Edge nodded. "But why are we discussing this in the library?"
"Yeah. Isn't this kinda' nerdy?" Jeff agreed. He glanced around and saw The Hurricane and Rosey crowding around the comics section.
Christian dropped his head on the table. "Just cut to the chase," he said.
Matt rubbed his hands. "Alright. Okay. You guys have to know that tomorrow is a really special day. Well, at least for me."
"What is it?" Edge asked, not sounding interested.
"Well, Jeff's birthday was weeks ago, in case you two didn't know," Matt said. Jeff grinned. Edge and Christian rolled their eyes.
"Come on Matt, what is it?"
"Right," Matt blushed. "Next week it's the… uh… two-year anniversary of me and Lita."
Edge and Christian's eyes widened. Jeff looked excited. "Whoa!"
"Really?" Edge asked.
"Awesome!" Christian followed up.
"You guys have been dating long enough to be married!" Jeff laughed, giving Matt a high-five. "So… it's a cotton anniversary, eh?"
Matt frowned, then nodded. "Oh, yeah. Yeah."
"You mean the gift for her?" Christian asked.
"Yeah, but just 'cos it's a cotton anniversary doesn't mean you should get her something cottony for a gift," Edge explained.
"Does she know this?" Jeff nudged his brother. Matt sighed.
"I don't know… she's really stressed right now 'cos of that loss from Eddie and Chavo. I wonder what gift will cheer her up."
"Something romantic," Edge suggested.
"Something black," Christian added.
"Something PUNK!" Jeff chimed in.
"Be more specific, please," Matt said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, neither of us has ever got any girlfriends—" Edge started, but was interrupted.
"Hey, me and Joy actually had a relationship!" Jeff protested. Edge and Christian stared at him. He gulped. "A short-lived one," he added.
"Alright, Matt. Why don't we just get the hell outta here and cruise around the mall to get some ideas," Christian grinned.
"For some strange reason I don't think we can concentrate with them here," Edge pointed to The Hurricane and Rosey. Matt laughed, and led his friends outside.
In the mall
"Guys… where are we?"
The four had been walking around in the mall for approximately two hours, browsing for gift ideas. And since not one of them could figure out what Lita would really want, all they did was just window-shopping.
In Triple H's mansion
The Evolution was having a big time party. They had defeated Stone Cold Steve Austin! Of course, Stephanie was with them. All the members laughed and tossed drinks. Flair got drunk and "Wooo'ed" all over the place. Batista and Randy started punching each other on the floor. They were high. Triple H and Stephanie sat together on a couch, making out. Triple H grabbed his World Heavyweight belt and smiled at it as he laid a kiss on Stephanie's neck. He looked at the rubies on the side of the name plate. It reminded him of something.
"Steph?" Triple H asked.
"Hmm?" Stephanie replied.
"Close your eyes." Triple H said.
"Why?" Stephanie asked.
"Just do it," Triple H said. "And don't open them until I tell you to."
Stephanie closed her eyes. Triple H slowly backed away and opened his cupboard. He pulled a small box out and opened it.
"Can I open them now?" Stephanie asked.
"No. Not yet," Triple H replied. Triple H took something out of the box and placed it on Stephanie's finger. The girl gasped, her finger cringed.
"Oh…!" she let out a breath. Could it be…? Triple H smiled at his girl. "Can I open my eyes now?" she asked again, secretly hoping it was what she had in mind.
"You may."
Slowly, she opened her eyes. She saw her hand and gasped. It was a ring! Triple H knelt down, but did not let go of her hand.
"Stephanie," he started, taking a deep sigh. "Will you… be my fiancée?"
Stephanie, standing before him, covered her face. She burst into tears of joy. She smiled at Hunter, tears falling from her eyes down to her cheek. Triple H smiled back.
"Is that a yes?" Triple H asked.
"Yes!" Stephanie replied as she shrugged the tears off.
Then Batista came over and punched Triple H subconsciously (he was drunk).
"Son of a bitch!" Triple H punched back and the two went at it. As the two brawled, Flair, still "Woooing" all over the place, tossed a glass of wine to Triple H and spilled the wine all over him. Some got into his mouth and swallowed. After awhile, Triple H got drunk as well.
The morning after…
Batista, Randy, Triple H and Flair were all down on the floor, drunk. Then a cuckoo from a clock came out and sang at a very high-pitched chirp. All four men got up. All looked at each other.
"How wasted were we?" Randy scratched his head, yawning.
Batista stared at the bruises on Triple H's face and his. "I'd say we were pretty wasted." Then he looked at The Game. "So what were you talking about with Steph last night? I remember you were talking to her."
"Oh, yeah," Triple H grinned. She said YES!
"Come on, we're young adults now—" Randy started. "—except for Ric, but anyways, a little talk about you-know-what wouldn't hurt."
Triple H frowned at him. "No, not that. Er… well I had a little surprise for my dear sweet Stephanie, and it's going to be our little secret."
"I hate secrets!" Batista complained, throwing his hands up in the air. The other three laughed at him. "I can't keep my mouth shut!"
"Hey, if our man wants to have a secret, let him have one," Flair said.
It was Randy's turn to yawn. "You know, we're just sitting here, doing nothing, talking when it's 10 o'clock." The others turned silent, and the four exchanged looks.
"It's 10!"
"And where's Steph?"
"Oh, I don't know," Flair replied.
"Oh, he doesn't know," Batista told Triple H.
"Oh," said Triple H.
"Oh." Randy nodded.
In the McMahons's limousine
"These words are my own, from my heart flow… I love you, I love you, I love you…" Natasha Bedingfield's These Words was heard from the radio, and Stephanie was humming to it. Next to here on the driver's seat was Shane.
"Sis, since when do you listen to sloppy love songs?"
"Since…" Stephanie stopped herself. No, it's a secret! "I just thought it's good to freshen up once in a while."
Shane frowned. "Why don't we just change the song." He quickly inserted a mix CD into the CD drive. "Here Comes the Money…!" As this song blared through the limo speakers, Shane whistled to it, doing occasional hand gestures to the beat.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Oh brother." Then she looked at the clock. "Hey Shane, don't you think 10 is too late for us to go to school now?"
"No, it's not. Besides, I want to tell Marissa something."
"But is there any chance that I can skip school while you go there?"
Shane sighed. "How many times do we have to get over this, sis? The next time you want to wag, please do it on the day where I don't have anything important to do at school."
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"I hate this," Lita grunted.
"What?" Jeff asked her.
"How come we're doing Child Care class if we don't even have a fucking baby?"
It was period two, and Lita and Jeff shared a Child Care class. Initially they had picked Home Economics (because Jeff said, "You'll cook, I'll eat"), but the stupid school manager had to put them in a worse class instead.
"Hey Li, how do you put on the diaper?"
Lita glared at him. "I don't know!"
"Didn't the teacher just show us how?"
"I couldn't be bothered to pay attention," Lita shrugged.
"Problem, guys?" the teacher asked. She had been watching the two since the start of the class.
"No, Mrs Cooper. We're fine," Lita answered.
"You'd better be, because if you can't do this I'm afraid I'll have to fail you." With this she spun on her heels and was impressed by Torrie's job. "Very good, Miss Wilson. A+ for that."
Lita watched this scornfully. Jeff was hopeless himself. Instead of doing what he was supposed to do—putting on the diaper on the baby doll—he was busy drawing tattoo patterns on his arm with a permanent marker.
"So you guys are having problems, too?" A familiar voice said.
Lita and Jeff turned around hesitantly. Cena!
Cena smirked. "Why are you guys in this class?" he asked. He had Maria next to him, who was just as clueless.
"None of your business, I guess," Jeff answered sharply.
"Whoa, chill," Cena said. He held up his hands mockingly.
"Since you betrayed us all, I guess we have no business with each other now," Lita said in a penetrating tone.
Cena twitched his eyebrows and looked at Lita sympathetically. "Whoa, I told you I'm sorry." But to Lita and Jeff, it sounded more like 'how'd you like it?' They frowned. "I made that decision, and that decision was the decision that every single one of the people in this building would make. And despite all your comments, Lita…... I know deep down inside you, and you know it too, that that would be the decision you'd make."
Lita looked at Cena in disgust. She went to say something, but Cena continued. "Now, you'd say that you won't turn against your friends, but think again! Think… again! Is that really what you are going to do? Is that really what you want?"
"Back off, Cena! We don't want you to get involved with us anymore, no… don't even think about showing your face in front of us again!" Jeff yelled.
"Is everything alright?" the teacher asked.
The three of them turned to look at the teacher. "Yes."
Then Cena looked at Lita again and whispered. "Think again, Lita. Think again."
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Shane and Stephanie arrived at last. Stephanie headed off to the locker room as so did Shane. Stephanie opened her locker and Shane did his as well. The two had the same class for that period: Small Business Management (but without JBL in their class!).
"Hang on Shane, why are you heading that way? Our class is straight down the hall!" Stephanie asked.
"Well I have to, um, er, attend a meeting," Shane replied reluctantly.
"Very well, then." Stephanie said.
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"You know, you guys haven't helped me decide a gift for Lita," Matt told E&C.
"We know. It's just that we are pretty clueless about this kind of stuff," Edge said, giving Matt the 'we're-sorry' look.
"Yeah," Christian agreed. "But the day is one week away. You don't need to worry about it for a few more days."
"But it stresses me just thinking about it!" Matt said, clutching his head.
"Don't think about it then," Edge shrugged, and continued to focus on the hurdles a few metres in front of him. They were in the Special Phys Ed class, and this semester they're doing athletics. This was considered pretty weird since fall season was approaching.
"Copeland! You're up!" The teacher, Mr. Hunter, called out from the end of the finish line. Edge nodded, and sprinted as fast as he could. When he arrived by Mr. Hunter's side, he was out of breath. "Good—2 minutes and 3 seconds."
"Go Edge! You go, bro!" Christian yelled out. "My turn now." He stretched, and ran his part.
"Could've been better, Cage. Copeland beat you by 5 seconds," Mr. Hunter commented, jotting down the recorded times on his notebook.
"Alright!" E&C shared a high-five, followed by a maniac dance.
"Hardy! Mr. Hardy, you're next!"
Matt wasn't focused enough, and as he ran, he tripped over the fourth hurdle. He fell with a loud, painful wham! on the hard, grassy ground. E&C were in panic, and ran over to check on their fellow teammate. Mr. Hunter followed them, and the other students quickly joined in.
"Hey, Matt! Matt!" Christian shook his shoulders.
"I thought I heard a rib crack," Edge muttered to himself in fear.
"Hardy! Hardy, you alright?" It was pretty stupid for Mr. Hunter to ask this question, since it was clear Matt wasn't alright.
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Shane McMahon arrived at the 'meeting' place, which is the locker room. There were very loud yells coming from inside the locker room and could be heard throughout the hall. Shane reluctantly entered the room. And there they were: Stone Cold Steve Austin and Vince McMahon.
"That no-good bastard took my title! I want it back! I want it back, goddamnit!" Austin yelled.
"Calm down, calm down."
"I just suffered the biggest humiliation in my life and you're telling me to calm down!" Austin raised his voice. Vince tried to keep his cool. He whispered to Shane, "Help me out here, son."
"Alright. Steve, me and Dad are just trying to help you. Just because you lost your title doesn't mean you can whine about it. Don't be such a… such a crybaby."
"You're calling me a crybaby?" Austin raised his voice again.
"Yeah! You see, when we selected you to be the one that can defeat Triple H, we selected you because we believe. But instead, look at you! Look at you! Whining and yelling about how you lost your title. If you can defeat Triple H, then prove it! Be nasty! Do the same thing you did to my father and do it to Triple H! And this time you know it's easier because you are in control!" Shane shouted back.
Austin looked down. "Yeah… I guess you're right. I'm not meant to whine about it just because Triple H pinned me yesterday. I should do something about it!"
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Shane and Vince sneered as so did Austin.
"Alright, but what are we gonna do?" Shane asked.
"Umm… we must make sure that Triple H cannot get out of this," Vince said.
"You're right, but…… oh! I know exactly what we can do," Austin said.
"What is it? Spit it out."
"Okay. Hear me out…"
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In chemistry lab
Triple H was getting ready to mix two solutions, holding bottles in his hands; one labeled hydrocarbon and the other fluorine. He was whistling nonchalantly, placing a large bucket in front of him. His safety goggles were strapped tightly around his head, and he also had his gloves as well as lab jacket on.
"Zip-a-dee-do-dah…" he hummed. "Okay, I'm ready." Stephanie, his lab partner, was standing next to him when she saw the labels.
"Hunter, no—!"
But it was too late—Triple H already mixed the two chemicals into the bucket. He shook it, continuing to hum. A huge explosion filled the room.
"I thought you knew better than to mix reactive mixtures together," Professor Wyatt fixed his glasses. "Let's see… hydrocarbon and fluorine." He shook his head. "You could've killed us all. It was a good thing that you two were the only ones in the lab, and the accident didn't involve other students. For your foolishness, you got an F… no, make it a Z, for that."
Triple H and Stephanie had soots and yucky black stuff on their face, messy hair, and cuts on their hands. They looked glum. Students crowded around them.
Z? Triple H asked himself. That's like, the lowest letter in alphabet!
"Thank goodness Miss McMahon managed to push the bucket in the shield dome," the professor continued, gesturing at the wrecked 'dome', which had burn marks and holes on it. He looked at Stephanie. "I might as well give you a Y for that."
"A Y?" Stephanie shrieked. Does that even exist?
"Yeah, because you didn't say anything about it—or even trying to warn him—before the explosion happened," the professor said calmly. "So you're still a part to blame."
Stephanie pouted, crossing her arms.
Someone knocked at the door. "Come in," the professor said.
It was Charlie Haas. "Er… Mr. Austin needs Triple H in his office."
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In the fitness centre (next to the gym), at recess
Trish entered. "Chris! I need to tell you something! It's urgent."
Jericho was lifting weights, but stopped when he saw Trish by the door. His expression dropped.
"What?" he asked.
"I have news!" Trish started. "I'm going to be in a mixed tag contest, with Molly Holly as my opponent! Austin's assigned her partner to be Tyson Tomko—and I'm choosing you!"
Jericho blinked. "Oh?"
"Please, Chris… you haven't been in action for ages!" Trish pleaded. "Are you… still mad at me?" she asked quietly.
Chris sighed, and stood up. He walked away from the weightlifting machine he was on. He looked at Trish.
"A match?" he asked. Trish nodded, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "Okay."
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At Austin's office
Austin was talking with Shane and Vince, when Triple H barged in.
"Austin! Vince! Shane! What do you want me to do now?" Triple H asked.
"Well, you are going to defend that World Title belt again," Shane said.
"That's right." Vince nodded.
"Against Austin?" Triple H asked.
"Who else?" Austin said.
"So…….. right." Triple H said.
"Yeah. See you out there, we got Jim Crocketts and his boys looking for talents." Austin said.
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In the arena
Tony Chimel was standing in the ring with the mic, looking at Jim Crocketts in the audience. "The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the WWE Cruiserweight Championship!" Nunzio's theme hit the arena. "Introducing the challenger from Little Italy, weighing in 179 lbs… Nunzio!" Nunzio came out with the newest student, Vito. He discussed something Vito as he got in the ring, mentioning the Dudleys. Then Spike's theme was played. "And his opponent, from Dudleyville, weighing in 150 lbs… he is the WWE Cruiserweight Champion…. Spike Dudley!"
Spike came out with the Dudley Boyz and the Cruiserweight title belt around his waist. Spike got in the ring and raised his arms up high.
Nunzio vs. Spike Dudley (c) – Cruiserweight Championship
Nunzio and Spike stood and face each other. Nunzio offered a handshake. Spike stared at Nunzio and Nunzio said there were no tricks. Spike took the handshake and then rolled Nunzio in a small package, but only got a two-count. Nunzio yelled "What the hell?" and Spike shoved Nunzio to a corner and gave him shoulder thrusts to the gut. Spike then irish-whipped Nunzio to the opposite corner. Nunzio reversed. Nunzio charged at Spike but Spike had his boot up. Nunzio was stunned and turned around with his back to Spike. Spike went to connect with a belly-to-back suplex but Nunzio landed on his feet. Nunzio then gave Spike a belly-to-back suplex of his own for a two-count. Nunzio picked Spike up and irish-whipped him to the ropes. Spike reversed. Nunzio bounced off the ropes and Spike went for a back body drop but Nunzio countered with a sunset flip that only earned him a two-count. Nunzio went to pick Spike up but Spike raked his eyes. Spike then hit a scoop slam and covered but only got a one-count. Spike then tossed Nunzio out of the ring. Spike went to go to the outside but the ref forced him to stay in the ring. Spike complained and Bubba Ray and D-Von double-teamed Nunzio on the outside behind the ref's back. Vito yelled out to the ref but the ref did not buy it. Spike placed Nunzio back in the ring and covered but Nunzio kicked out! Spike complained to the ref but the ref insisted it was a two-count.
Nunzio came from behind Spike and gave him a school boy but only got a two-count! Spike then left the ring and said he could not take it anymore. He walked towards the rampway as the ref started to count him out. Nunzio left the ring and grabbed Spike but then Spike turned around and gave Nunzio a right hand to knock him down. Spike then irish-whipped Nunzio to the steel steps and placed him back in the ring. Spike covered but Vito got on the apron to distract the ref! The Dudleys took Vito out and the ref saw the cover and made a two-count as Nunzio got his foot at the bottom rope. Spike pulled Nunzio back to the middle of the ring and covered but Nunzio kicked out. Spike could not believe it! Spike then stomped and beat the hell out of Nunzio. Spike picked Nunzio up and went for the Dudley Dog but Nunzio pushed Spike to the ropes as he came down off the turnbuckle. Spike bounced off the ropes and gave Nunzio a powerful clothesline. Spike then climbed the turnbuckle. He gestured for Nunzio to get up. Nunzio slowly got to his feet and turned around. Spike jumped off the top turnbuckle with a flying crossbody but Nunzio gave Spike a dropkick in mid-air! Spike was clutching his stomach. The ref checked on Spike whether he's out or not, or need some medical attention. The Dudley Boyz got in the ring. Nunzio threw a clothesline at Bubba but Bubba dodged it, got behind Nunzio and hit the Bubba Bomb. Then Bubba picked Nunzio up and irish-whipped him to the ropes. Nunzio bounced off and the Dudley Boyz connected with the 3-D. The Dudley Boyz left the ring as if nothing's happened and Spike crawled over Nunzio for the three-count.
Result: Spike Dudley def. Nunzio via pinfall
D-Von grabbed the Cruiserweight Title belt as Bubba came in and carried Spike on his left shoulder.
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In the locker room
Triple H was getting ready as his match is next. He was informed by a staff member that the match will not be a regular standard singles match. So Triple H couldn't help but wonder what kind of match it will be. Could it be a Cage Match? No. Austin knows better than that, having both of us trapped in there would put both of us at disadvantage, and the last time we really went at it one-on-one, I beat him. So that can't be it. Maybe a Pole Match? No. Austin is not the most experienced guy that can do a Pole Match, but I have had a Pole Match few years ago, so…. What kind of match will it be? Ooops, my match is coming in five minutes.
In the arena
Stone Cold Steve Austin's theme hit the arena. Austin came out with his usual 'bulletproof vest'. He flipped his middle fingers at the crowd before getting in the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing the challenger from Victoria, Texas… weighing 252 lbs… he's also the General Manager of RAW… 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin!"
Austin then climbed the turnbuckle and raised both his middle fingers up in the air. Then Triple H's theme was played. Triple H came out with the World Heavyweight gold around his waist and a water bottle, which he held in his right hand. Triple H did his usual entrance antics with the 'Spritz' on the rampway and on the apron and got in the ring.
Triple H got ready and came up to Austin but then suddenly Vince McMahon's No Chance in Hell was played. The crowd and Triple H were confused while Austin grinned. Out came Vince and Shane, in referee shirts. Triple H mouthed, "What the hell?" Vince and Shane got in the ring and told the ref (Earl Hebner) what's happening. Hebner nodded and left the ring to tell Lilian Garcia at ringside. Lilian twitched her eyebrows at Hebner and Hebner shrugged. Lilian grabbed the mic and announced, "By the orders of WWE Principal Mr. McMahon, this match is no longer a singles match. This match is a double Special Guest Refereematch! Now here are the rules: one ref has been designated to make counts and declare disqualifications and submission victories of one wrestler, while the other ref does the same, but for the other wrestler. No ref can double-cross and make counts for both wrestlers. And introducing the Special Guest Referees, Shane McMahon! And the other Special Guest Referee, Mr. McMahon!"
Triple H shook his head and yelled "Bullshit!" The odds were stacked against him and his trusty Evolution mates were still in their classes. The bell rang and the match got started!
Stone Cold Steve Austin vs. Triple H (c) – Double Special Guest Referee Match
Vince, Shane and Austin got close to each other and pointed out who's counting for who. Then it's been decided that Vince will make counts for Triple H while Shane will do Austin. Triple H locked up with Austin. Triple H had Austin in a side headlock. Austin rammed Triple H to the turnbuckle. Austin then gave Triple H powerful punches and followed it by stomps that took Triple H down. Austin gave Triple H the middle fingers and hit the last stomp. Austin turned around and shook his head (the Austin style) while pointing to himself, taunting the crowd. Austin turned back to face Triple H but then Triple H charged with a clothesline. Triple H mounted Austin and gave him punches to the skull and followed it by stomping the hell out of him. Triple H then picked Austin up and irish-whipped him to the ropes. Austin bounced off the ropes and Triple H quickly charged with a high knee. Triple H covered but Vince made a slow count. Triple H stared at Vince, who said "What?"
Triple H picked Austin up and gave him a right hand. Triple H shoved Austin to one corner and gave him a chest chop. Triple H gave Austin another chest chop and irish-whipped Austin to the opposite corner. Austin came off and Triple H kicked Austin in the gut and went for the Pedigree. Austin grabbed hold off the ropes and left the ring, and was booed. Triple H taunted Austin to get back in the ring and Austin slowly did so. He got in the ring and Triple H quickly hammered him in the spine with his closed fists and shoved Austin to a corner where he gave Austin multiple punches. Triple H irish-whipped Austin to the opposite corner and charged but Austin had his boot up. Austin then nailed Triple H on the back of his knees. Austin then stomped Triple H's legs and hit several elbow drops on it. Austin picked Triple H up and gave him a scoop slam. Austin dragged Triple H to a corner and got out of the ring. He grabbed Triple H's leg from outside and slammed it to the steel post. Austin climbed the turnbuckle and hit a successful pointed elbow drop to the legs of Triple H. Triple H cried in pain and Austin covered but Triple H got his shoulders up. Austin stared at Shane and Shane said it was a two-count and there was nothing he could do about it. Austin picked Triple H up and gave him a vertical suplex. Austin ran to the ropes and came off with his signature taunting elbow drop for another two-count. Austin sighed and picked Triple H up to give him several punches. Austin irish-whipped Triple H against the ropes. Triple H bounced off the opposite ropes and Austin connected with the Lou Thesz Press followed by his mounting punches. The crowd booed as Austin raised two middle fingers up above his head. Austin then tossed Triple H over the ropes and to the concrete floor.
Austin got out of the ring and lifted Triple H up and dropped him stomach first to the security wall. Austin picked Triple H up and rammed him to the ring. Triple H placed a hand over his back and Austin hit the Piledriver to the concrete. Austin got back to the ring as Vince began counting Triple H out. Austin realized he cannot win the title via countout and got out of the ring. Austin grabbed Triple H's head and went to smash it to the steel steps. Triple H blocked it with his foot on the steps and smashed Austin face first to the steps. Triple H rolled back to the ring and out again. Triple H then irish-whipped Austin to the security wall near the announcer's table. Austin came off and Triple H connected with a back body drop to the concrete floor. Triple H placed Austin back in the ring and covered but Vince made another slow count. Triple H picked Austin up and threw a right hand that knocked Austin down. Triple H picked Austin back up and gave the Rattlesnake a vertical suplex. Triple H covered but only got a two-count. Triple H picked Austin up again and irish-whipped him to the corner. Austin came off and kicked Triple H to the face as he attempted a back body drop. Triple H turned around, stunned as Austin tried to recover. Triple H turned around and Austin charged with a powerful clothesline. Austin covered but Triple H kicked out at a nearfall, a quick count by Shane.
Austin picked Triple H up and gave him another vertical suplex. Austin worked back on Triple H's legs. Austin stomped on it and slammed it to the mat numerous times. Austin placed Triple H's leg on the ropes, placed a foot on it and jumped on it which must have dealt some damage to Triple H's legs. Austin repeated it again and covered Triple H but Triple H got his shoulder up. Austin picked Triple H up and went to irish-whipped to a corner, but instead irish-whipped him to the opposite way. Triple H flipped backwards over the ropes and landed on the concrete floor. Austin got out of the ring and smashed Triple H's face to the steel steps. Austin then grabbed a steel chair and smashed it to Triple H's left leg, and Triple H groaned in pain. Vince and Shane chatted, acting as if nothing's happened. Austin placed a steel step over Triple H foot and smashed a chair on it and Triple H was holding his foot in excruciating pain. Austin picked Triple H up who fell back to his feet. Austin picked Triple H up again and gave him several right hands as Triple H leaned on to the side of the ring. Austin placed Triple H back in the ring and locked in the Figure-Four Leg Lock. Triple H cried in pain and held out his hand to tap, but then rolled across and grabbed the ropes. Austin released the hold and mounted Triple H to give him punches. Austin picked Triple H up and irish-whipped him to the ropes. Triple H came off and Austin lifted Triple H in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker but Triple H landed on his feet behind Austin. Triple H struggled to stand properly and then Austin turned around. Triple H lifted Austin in a scoop slam but Austin landed on his feet and applied the cobra clutch. Triple H grabbed the ropes after several seconds trying hard not to get knocked out. Austin grabbed Triple H and gave him a series of chest chops. Austin irish-whipped Triple H against the ropes. Triple H bounced off the opposite ropes and Austin went for a back body drop. Triple H countered it with his knee Facebuster. Austin was stunned and turned around. Austin turned around again and Triple H kicked Austin in the gut and irish-whipped him to the ropes. Austin bounced off and Triple H gave Austin his spinning Spinebuster. Triple H did his trademark pose and called for the Pedigree.
Austin got to his feet and turned around. Triple H kicked Austin in the gut and went for the Pedigree but Austin countered with a back body drop. Austin hung on to the ropes for several seconds to recover. Austin picked Triple H up and irish-whipped him to the ropes, which Triple H reversed. Austin bounced off the opposite ropes and Triple H threw a clothesline. Austin dodged it, Triple H turned around and Austin kicked him in the gut for the Stone Cold Stunner. Triple H pushed Austin to the ropes and Triple H kicked him in the gut to stop him in his tracks. Triple H then went for and hit the Pedigree! Triple H covered but Vince refused to make the count! Triple H said "What the hell?" and slammed his hand to the mat three times, indicating that he had won the match. Triple H got to his feet and got into an argument with Vince. Shane came over and hit Triple H in the back of the head. Vince and Shane stomped on Triple H. Vince held Triple H for Shane to hit. Shane gave Triple H his trademark punching combination which involved his trademark antics and taunts. Shane gave Triple H one last punch that knocked him down. Then Shane held Triple H for Vince. Vince got to one corner and smiled at the crowd. Vince turned around to face Triple H and charged with a clothesline. Triple H ducked, causing Vince to nail Shane. Vince turned around, Triple H kicked Vince in the gut and gave him the Pedigree! Triple H did his trademark pose. Shane got up and turned around. Triple H kicked him in the gut and gave him the Pedigree as well. But then The Rock came from behind and gave Triple H the Rock Bottom to put him out! The Rock swung his arms downwards. Apparently, The Rock was in Austin's side! HBK stormed to the ring from the audience! The Rock threw a clothesline at HBK, but HBK dodged it. The Rock turned around and HBK nailed him with the Sweet Chin Music! Austin kicked HBK in the gut and gave him the Stone Cold Stunner! Austin slowly called for the Stone Cold Stunner on Triple H. Triple H got up and turned around. Austin kicked Triple H in the gut and gave him the Stone Cold Stunner. Austin covered but there was no ref to make the count! Austin slammed his hand to the mat three times, and he had the match won! Austin came over to Shane to wake him up, but apparently Shane was stunned, feeling the effects of the Pedigree. Austin went outside and grabbed the World Title belt. He raised it above his head and gestured for Triple H to get up. Triple H slowly but surely got to his feet and turned around. Austin charged with the belt but Triple H dodged it, kicked Austin in the gut and gave him the DDT. Triple H picked Austin up and nailed his second Pedigree on Austin. Triple H covered but there was no ref! The crowd chanted 1… 2… 3… and Triple H had the match won for the second time! A new ref came storming to the ring and started the count. 1… 2… but Austin kicked out! As both men were down, the ref started the count. At the count of nine, both men got to their feet. Triple H kicked Austin in the gut and nailed a third Pedigree! Triple H hooked the leg and got the three-count!
Result: Triple H def. Stone Cold Steve Austin via pinfall
The ref grabbed the World Title belt and handed it to Triple H. Triple H grabbed it and raised it up high. He turned and saw HBK, who was out to help him. Triple H knew the man HBK nailed was The Rock, the man he was feuding with, but still HBK bothered to get his ass in the ring. He might be feuding with The Rock, but he had no business going up to the ring in his match. Triple H helped HBK got to his feet. Triple H raised his arm in victory and HBK raised his arm as well. Triple H did a number of DX crotch chops and so did HBK!
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Lita and Jeff were making their way to the sickroom now. A loud PA announcement from the speaker was an excuse to get out of Child Care class.
"I wonder what happened," Lita asked the boy walking next to her.
"Could it be something to do with either Matt, Edge or Christian?" Jeff wondered. "Maybe it was the prank they pulled in the girls' changeroom…"
Lita snapped her head at him. "What?"
Jeff quickly shrugged it off. "No, nothing!" Then he changed the subject to avoid any silly fistfights. "Why don't we just… er… walk faster to the sickroom so we know why we're needed?"
Lita eyed him suspiciously, but then stared straight ahead.
They arrived. As they walked inside, they saw E&C standing by Matt's sickbed.
"Matt?" Jeff asked, slightly surprised. "What's up, bro?"
"What happened?" Lita gushed in panic.
"He tripped over a hurdle," Christian responded. "In athletics."
"I still thought I heard a rib crack," Edge mumbled to himself.
"So… any injury?"
"The nurse said he has a scrapped knee, broken nose and sprained ankle plus wrist," Edge explained. "Whoa, that was mouthful."
"Holy crap…" Jeff said. "Look at his face, it's got cuts and bruises."
"How long has he been unconscious?" Lita asked.
"Probably about 10 minutes," Christian shrugged.
The nurse entered the room. She looked at Lita and Jeff. "Are you Matt's friends?"
"Yeah," Jeff spoke up.
The nurse looked at them. "He received multiple injuries… he'll have to rest for a month at a minimum."
"A MONTH?" The four shrieked. This was unexpected.
"Yeah, stay home—or he can stay here." The nurse laughed. "A month at school—I wouldn't choose that if I were you."
E&C cringed. "O… kay…"
Lita sighed. "He'll stay home."
In the arena
Tony Chimel was in the ring with the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall!" Then Kurt Angle's theme hit the arena. "Making his way to the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in 237 lbs… Kurt Angle!" Kurt came out with his gold medals. The crowd booed the hell out of him and chanted "You Suck" to the beat of his theme. Kurt then did his fireworks taunt and got to the ring. As he got to the ring Kurt spread his arms wide and spun in the same spot. Kurt then taunted the crowd as the crowd continued to boo the hell out of the arrogant bastard. Then Kurt's theme stopped and the Undertaker's was played. The crowd got to their feet and cheered. "And his opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing in 305 lbs… The Undertaker!"
The Undertaker came out on his motorbike and bandana. He rode his motorbike around the ring before entering it. The Undertaker threw his hands upwards and the crowd cheered. Kurt attacked The Undertaker from behind and the ref signed for the bell!
Kurt Angle vs. The Undertaker
Kurt hit The Undertaker with his signature European uppercuts. The Undertaker backed away to a corner. Kurt gave him multiple European uppercuts. He followed it with shoulder thrusts to the gut, and then threw a right hand but The Undertaker dodged it and turned the tables around. Kurt was now leaning against the turnbuckle. The Undertaker gave him quick yet powerful blows to the stomach and face as the crowd cheered. 'Taker irish-whipped Kurt to the opposite corner and quickly charged with a clothesline that knocked Kurt's senses out. He grabbed Kurt's arm and dragged him to the middle of the ring while working on the arm. He twisted Kurt's arm and gave it elbow shots before twisting it again. 'Taker looked back and while still holding it, he climbed the turnbuckle and then connected with the Old School shoulder breaker. The Deadman covered but Kurt kicked out at two.
The Undertaker glared at the ref and then picked Kurt up. He gave Kurt a scoop slam and then followed with a running elbow drop. He covered but again Kurt kicked out. Now he picked Kurt up and tossed him over the ropes. 'Taker did his impressive backward flip over the ropes to the outside. He picked Kurt up and smashed his head to the steel steps and then placed him on the apron with his head sticking out. He gave Kurt an elbow to the throat to make sure he's out. Then he walked towards the steps to the apron. Slowly, he walked to Kurt and gave him a Guillotine Legdrop. 'Taker got back to the ring. The ref started his count again as Kurt was still outside. The Undertaker waited for Kurt to get back in the ring but it seemed that the Olympic gold medalist was still down and out! At the count of six, Kurt slowly got to his feet. The Undertaker ran to the ropes behind him, bouncing towards Kurt and jumped over the ropes to hit Kurt with the Air Deadman flying clothesline, but Kurt moved out of the way! The barricade outside caught The Undertaker right on the jaw and The Undertaker was now down and out! Kurt returned to the ring and got back outside. Kurt placed The Undertaker back in the ring and hooked his legs but 'Taker got his right shoulder up. Kurt could not believe it and gave The Undertaker punches to the skull. Kurt then covered The Undertaker but 'Taker kicked out again.
Kurt picked The Undertaker up and gave him a European uppercut. He gave The Undertaker another European uppercut that knocked The Undertaker back down. Kurt covered but The Undertaker kicked out—Kurt did not seem too happy. He mounted The Undertaker and gave him more punches to the skull! The triumphed student got back to his feet and spread his arms wide and taunted the crowd. The crowd booed him. He picked The Undertaker up and gave him a snap suplex for a two-count. Next, he kneed The Undertaker two times before covering that earned him a two-count. Kurt picked The Undertaker and leaned him against the turnbuckle. He gave The Undertaker shoulder thrusts to the gut. After taunting The Undertaker, Kurt slapped him! The audience gasped. Now The Undertaker was irish-whipped to the opposite corner. But The Undertaker reversed! Kurt came off the turnbuckle and The Undertaker gave him a big boot followed by a Legdrop. The Undertaker covered but Kurt kicked out at 2 ½ count. Kurt was bleeding from his forehead due to the big boot that was stiff. The Undertaker gave Kurt a scoop slam and climbed the turnbuckle. He gestured for Kurt to get up. Kurt slowly but surely got to his feet. He turned around and The Undertaker came off the turnbuckle with a flying clothesline. Kurt caught him and gave him a belly-to-belly overhead suplex! Both men were down.
The referee started making the count. At the 8th count both men got to their feet. The two exchanged punches. The Undertaker got the upperhand and continued with his series of punches. The Undertaker irish-whipped Kurt against the ropes but Kurt reversed. The Undertaker bounced off the opposite ropes and Kurt stopped him in his track with the belly-to-belly overhead suplex. Kurt covered but The Undertaker got his shoulder up at a nearfall. Kurt picked The Undertaker up and irish-whipped him against the ropes. The Undertaker bounced off the opposite ropes and Kurt caught him to give him a third belly-to-belly suplex. Kurt taunted and the crowd booed him even louder. Kurt turned back to The Undertaker, who slowly got to his feet. Kurt gave him two powerful right hands and irish-whipped him to a corner. The Undertaker hit the turnbuckle chest first and Kurt caught his waist and gave him a German suplex. Kurt kept the waist locked and hit a second German suplex. Kurt, again, kept the waist locked and hit a third German. He placed an arm over The Undertaker, who surprisingly kicked out at two. Kurt sat up and placed his arms over his head and he could not believe that The Undertaker kicked out. Kurt got to his feet, looking more intense than ever. The crowd booed him. Kurt yelled "Come on!" to 'Taker and took his straps off. Kurt got into The Rock stance, calling for the Angle Slam. He stalked The Undertaker from behind as he slowly got to his feet. The Undertaker finally got to his feet and Kurt went for the Angle Slam!—but The Undertaker landed on his feet. The Undertaker locked in the Dragon sleeper. Kurt started to pass out and the ref checked him. The ref lifted his arm up and let it drop. Kurt lifted it up and tried to fight out of the hold. Kurt fought out of it and gave The Undertaker a DDT. Kurt covered but The Undertaker kicked out.
Kurt picked The Undertaker up and irish-whipped against the ropes. He threw a clothesline as The Undertaker bounced off the opposite ropes but 'Taker ducked and ran to the opposite ropes. The Undertaker bounced off and gave Kurt the Air Deadman. The Undertaker raised his arm up high, signaling for the Chokeslam, and the crowd ate it up. Kurt got to his feet and turned around. The Undertaker caught his throat and lifted him up for the Chokeslam. Kurt countered it with a victory roll into the ankle lock, and the crowd went nuts as Kurt looked even more intense. The Undertaker held out his hand to reach the ropes but Kurt pulled him back to the middle of the ring. The Undertaker managed to kick off, sending Kurt outside, but the damage may have been done. Kurt got back to the ring and applied the ankle lock again but The Undertaker quickly kicked off. The Undertaker got to a corner to retreat. Kurt showed The Undertaker little mercy and straight away gave him right hands. Kurt climbed the turnbuckle and gave The Undertaker ten punches straight to the skull. The Undertaker caught Kurt in the position and gave him the Last Ride! The crowd got to their feet as they cheered. Both men were down and the ref started the count again. The Undertaker slowly moved and held his arm out, struggling to get it over Kurt. The Undertaker finally got it over at the count of seven. The ref got down to make the pinfall count. 1…… 2…. And the (A/N: Junior Olympics, to make things realistic :p) Olympic gold medalist kicked out! The Undertaker and the crowd could not believe it, neither could Tazz nor Michael Cole—even the ref could not believe it!
The Undertaker got on his knees as he stared at Kurt. 'Taker got back up to his feet and called for the Chokeslam again! Kurt slowly got up and turned around. The Undertaker caught his throat and lifted him and connected with the Chokeslam. He did the throat slash, signaling for the Tombstone Piledriver. He stalked Kurt, but Kurt would not get up. The Undertaker came up to Kurt to pick him up but Kurt applied the ankle lock to The Undertaker out of nowhere! He was playing possum! The Undertaker cried in pain and the crowd was on their feet! The Undertaker held out his hand for the ropes but Kurt pulled him back! The Undertaker tried to kick off but Kurt had the ankle lock tight! Kurt would not let go off The Undertaker's foot this time! Kurt applied more and more pressure as The Deadman held out his hand, seemingly to tap out. The Undertaker kicked off once more, but Kurt quickly re-applied the ankle lock! Kurt applied more and more pressure, but it seemed like The Undertaker wouldn't give up! Kurt then turned the ankle lock into a Pat O'Connor roll-up! Just as he was about to hit the three-count, The Undertaker hooked Kurt's ribs and both their shoulders were on the mat! The ref looked over, but then counted them both out and it looked like the match was a draw!
Result: Kurt Angle and The Undertaker pinned each other simultaneously
Chimel got over to the ref to ask the result of the match and the ref told him so. Chimel announced the result—which, unexpectedly, was a draw. Kurt could not believe it and protested to the ref while the Undertaker went to the back limping. The ref said that his shoulders were on the mat as well when Kurt pinned the Undertaker. Kurt did not buy it and gave the ref a right hand to knock him down. Kurt picked the ref up and gave him a European uppercut to knock him back down. Kurt picked the ref up again and shoved to a corner, where he gave the ref shoulder thrusts to the gut. Kurt irish-whipped the ref to the opposite corner. The ref came off the turnbuckle and Kurt caught him with a belly-to-belly suplex. The crowd booed. Kurt then pulled his straps back up and stalked the ref from behind. The ref slowly got up and walked into an Angle Slam. Kurt pulled his straps back off and applied the ankle lock. The ref grabbed the ropes near him but Kurt pulled him back and grapevined his leg. The ref tapped out, but Kurt would not let go! Securities and other referees came in to restrain Kurt. Kurt released the hold and raised both of his arms as his theme was played, and the crowd chanted "You Suck" according to the beat of his theme.
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Molly Holly and Tyson Tomko were getting ready. They were walking down the hall, and were set to go to the arena. Snitsky tapped Tomko's shoulder and wished him good luck.
Lilian Garcia was standing in the ring with a mic in her hand, and a good amount of crowd was in their seats for this match. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a mixed tag team contest and it is scheduled for one-fall!" Tomko's theme hit the arena. "Approaching the ring… Tyson Tomko and Molly Holly!" Tomko and Molly came out, looking as mean as they can be.
Then Trish's theme was played. The Women's Champion came out with her title belt and raised it up high above her head. "And their opponent, from Toronto, Canada, the Women's Champion…. Trish Stratus!"
Molly gestured that she wanted the belt while Trish smiled and raised it high up above her head. Then her theme stopped. Then Jericho's started to play and the crowd got to their feet. This was the first time Jericho will wrestle after weeks! Jericho came out with his back facing the crowd as always. He slowly got to the apron to the beat of his theme. Then he got to the ring and shook the ropes ala the Ultimate Warrior as the crowd applauded him. Trish hugged Jericho, who looked as dull as ever.
Molly Holly & Tyson Tomko vs. Trish Stratus & Chris Jericho – Mixed Tag Team Match
Jericho and Tomko started things off. Jericho and Tomko locked up and Jericho had Tomko with a side headlock. Jericho had the side headlock as tight as he could. Tomko rammed Jericho to the ropes and whipped him off it. Jericho bounced off the opposite ropes with a shoulder block. Jericho ran to the ropes, hopped over Tomko and charged Tomko with another shoulder block. Jericho covered but Tomko kicked out. Jericho picked Tomko up and gave him a right hand. Tomko backed away to a corner. Jericho gave him several right hands followed by four slow chest chops. Then Jericho beat the hell out of Tomko with his punches and kicks and stomps. The ref forced him to back away and Jericho looked fearsome than ever. The crowd cheered. Jericho irish-whipped Tomko to the opposite corner. Jericho charged but Tomko gave him a boot to the face. Tomko ran to the ropes and bounced off to attack the stunned Jericho but Jericho gave him a dropkick. Jericho covered but Tomko kicked out at two.
Jericho gave Tomko a vertical suplex. Jericho then ran to the ropes and came off with a baseball slide to send Tomko outside. Tomko slowly got up and then Jericho then climbed the turnbuckle and came off with a flying crossbody to Tomko. The audience gasped and clapped for Jericho. The ref started the count and slowly Jericho got up. Jericho got in and got back out to break the ref's count. Jericho picked Tomko up and tossed him to the steel steps. The audience gasped again. Jericho rolled Tomko back to the ring and covered but Tomko kicked out. Tomko then tagged Molly. Molly was shocked and grunted at Tomko for being a coward. Molly didn't want to step in the ring with Jericho, but the ref started the count and if Molly didn't get in by the count of five, she'll be disqualified. Molly slowly got in the ring. Jericho quickly nailed Molly and irish-whipped her to his team's corner. Jericho charged with a clothesline and tagged Trish. Both of them stomped Molly in the corner, who groaned in pain. Trish gave Molly a vertical suplex and covered but Molly kicked out at two. Trish irish-whipped Molly to the opposite ropes. Molly bounced off the ropes and gave Trish the sunset flip as Trish went for a back body drop. Trish kicked out at one. Trish rolled back to her feet and gave Molly a right hand. Trish irish-whipped Molly to a corner. Molly came off with a clothesline and Trish dodged it with the MaTrish. Trish then gave Molly a Chick Kick. Trish covered but then Tomko broke up the pinfall. Jericho charged at Tomko and gave him a clothesline. Molly rolled Trish in a small package but Trish kicked out at a nearfall! Molly slowly picked Trish up as the ref told Jericho to go back to the tag rope. Jericho obliged, allowing Tomko to come in and beat down Trish with Molly. Jericho eventually got back and Tomko did without the ref knowing he ever left the rope. Molly picked Trish up and gave her a stalling suplex. Molly applied a single leg crab on Trish. Trish cried in pain, but would not give up. Trish crawled to the ropes but Molly pulled her back to the middle of the ring. But Trish won't give up. The crowd was behind Trish and Trish was slowly but surely got to the ropes. Molly released the hold and went to punch Trish but Trish gave her a poke to the eye and tagged Jericho.
Molly quickly tagged Tomko then Jericho as fast as he could clotheslined Molly and knocked Tomko outside. Jericho got Molly back to the ring and gave her a double underhook backbreaker. Jericho gestured his hands upwards and the crowd got louder. Molly hung on to the second rope. Jericho ran to the ropes and bounced off to run to the opposite ropes where Molly was hanging on to. Jericho drove his knee to the back of Molly's neck. The crowd cheered. Tomko got back in the ring and prepared for the big boot. Jericho turned around and Tomko charged with the boot. Jericho dodged it and dropped Tomko by the legs for the Walls of Jericho. Jericho successfully applied the Walls of Jericho. Tomko cried in pain and Molly went to break it up but Trish gave Molly a kick to the gut and quickly followed it with the Stratusfaction. Tomko tapped out the same time as Molly hit the mat!
Result: Chris Jericho & Trish Stratus def. Tyson Tomko & Molly Holly via submission
Jericho's theme was played and he raised both his arms up. Trish threw her arms around Jericho and hugged him. Jericho hugged Trish back but then Snitsky came in with a steel chair. Snitsky charged at Jericho and Jericho pushed Trish down and dodged the chair. Jericho kicked Snitsky in the gut and grabbed the chair from him. Jericho nailed Snitsky with the steel chair several times. Trish hugged Jericho again as the crowd hooted and whistled. But then Jericho pushed Trish away and nailed her in the head with the steel chair! The audience gasped. Jericho then nailed Snitsky again with the steel chair and nailed Tomko in the head as well. Jericho tossed the chair down and locked in the Walls of Jericho on Trish. Molly was outside, laughing. Jericho stared at her and grabbed the chair and nailed Molly with it as well. Jericho then got back to the ring and applied the Walls of Jericho on Trish again. The security came in and Jericho picked up the chair and nailed every single one of them. Jericho applied the Walls of Jericho on Trish again. Apparently he was still unhappy with Trish for costing him his US Championship and had been waiting for the right moment to turn on her. More security guards came but again Jericho nailed every one of them with the chair. Jericho started leaving the ring with a smile on his face as he stared at the unconscious Trish Stratus. Vince came out on the rampway with the mic and some bandages around his face and the neck area.
"Jericho! For this disruptive behavior, I publicly and openly declared that YOU are SUSPENDED! Now get out of my face you son of a BITCH!" Vince yelled. Jericho slowly moved towards him.
"Wha, What are you doing? You can't touch me—I'm Vince McMahon, dammit!" Jericho grabbed Vince by the legs and gave him the Walls of Jericho! Jericho had snapped! Vince tapped out and students and several teachers came in to restrain Jericho
Jericho has once again found himself in trouble—a BIG trouble. How do Kurt and 'Taker feel about the 'draw' result from their match? What about Triple H & HBK? Is it true that D-X will make their return? Will Vince and Shane find out about Triple H's engagement proposal to Stephanie? Catch up with all the action in the next chapter!
Character of the Chapter
Matt Hardy
Height: 188 cm
Weight: 234 lbs
From: Cameron, North Carolina
Status: Face
Finishing Move(s):
Twist of Fate
Mattitude Leg Drop
Side Effect
Signature Move(s):
Moonsault
Poetry in Motion
High School Drama Bio: Matt Hardy, the older Hardy of the infamous Hardy brothers. Just like his brother Jeff and fellow Team eXtreme teammate (and girlfriend ) Lita, Matt is famous for his extreme in-ring skills, and as well as the habit of holding up his trademark V-1 sign when he's about to do a finishing move. Matt, Jeff and Lita have been in WWE Private High ever since they entered high school. To earn money for living, Matt works as a 'nightfiller' at the local supermarkets (stocking and re-stocking products); often finding himself doing extra—or even graveyard—shifts. Sometimes he would work in the butcher section, where he would complain about how much of mess making sausages could create . Surprisingly, he earns a lot of money just by doing this. Now, Matt is very stressed just by thinking about an 'anniversary' gift for Lita… leading him to an injury in P.E. class—which will cure in a month.
Note: I'm sorry for the late update. This is because I'm struggling to plot storylines. But 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.