Title: Anyone But Me
Chapter 1
Author: Kora
E-mail: KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com
Rating: R, someday I promise to try and write something with a more tame rating.
Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.
Author's Note: I was surprised by the success of ‘Anyone But You’, as well as how many people asked for a sequel. I hadn’t really planned on one but since so many people wanted one, I thought-why not!
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Eric Bischoff’s music hit as he entered the RAW arena. The fans booed as he gave them smug waves and blew them kisses, his swaggering mannerisms merely punctuating his arrogant attitude.
He entered the ring and drew out his microphone, stating proudly, "I, Eric Bischoff, would like to welcome all you San Antonio wrestling fans to this installment of RAW. A very special installment for all of you here, and all of you watching at home."
The audience grew silent as Bischoff’s words intrigued them, he continued, "You know, I try very hard to make RAW the superior wrestling brand, far better than Stephanie McMahon’s piddling little show, Smackdown. I care greatly for my audience and try to think of inventive ways to entertain you - from three-minute warning, to elimination chamber matches, to HLA, I think I’ve done an admirable job."
"And once again, I, Eric Bischoff, have come up with an ingenious form of entertainment. I have noticed people’s increasing interest in ‘reality’ series such as ‘Survivor’ and the ‘Bachelor’ and I thought to myself, Eric, that’s what we need on RAW. Now as you know, I installed several F-View cameras around the RAW locker rooms and such but I wanted ‘real’ real life, outside the arena, outside the ring."
"So recently, at our last show, I arranged for all my superstars to stay at a motel. I assigned their rooms, I assigned who their roommate would be for the evening and I assigned cameras to each room to capture the action. So, let’s see how they fared. Let’s start off with Test and Golddust!"
Eric waved a hand towards the titan-tron screens above the entrance. Everyone turned their heads to see the screen click and change, instead of showing Bischoff it now showed a motel room. The camera was obviously hidden behind a plant, a few leaves obscuring their vision. Still, it was easy to see a motel room bed, where Test sat, his face drawn and tense.
His eyes kept shifting off to the side nervously when something walked by the camera. In a moment Golddust entered the picture, sitting next to Test. Test’s frown deepened and his hands clasped together as he looked off to the side, trying not to look at the man sitting next to him. Golddust looked equally uncomfortable. Suddenly he remarked, "You know...I’m a big fan of your testicles."
Test jumped up; "I knew it! I knew you’d say something...uh, freaky! I’m outta here! I don’t care if I have to sleep in my car!"
"Test! Wait!" Golddust cried out and chased after Test.
The video ended and Bischoff chuckled into the microphone, "Interesting, interesting. Now, how about Trish and Stacy? How did these two lovely ladies spend an evening alone together?"
The big screen changed again, this time to show a shot of a motel bathroom. The camera was more strategically placed this time, hiding up in the corner of the ceiling. Trish was wearing a skimpy nighty that received several catcalls from the audience.
She looked into a mirror, messing around with her hair when Stacy entered the picture. She too, wore skimpy attire, and as she approached the mirror she elbowed Trish aside, "Do you mind! I think I have an eyelash in my eye and the last thing I need is for it to get irritated and make me look all bloodshot!"
"Whatever!" Trish hissed, pulling away and crossing her arms, "Where did you buy that outfit? Trashy R’ Us?"
Stacy gave her a scowl, "No, for your information it’s Victoria Secret and it was meant for Test but due to this...screw up. I’m stuck with you. Who the hell are you dressed for anyway? Or are you always this naturally skanky before bed?"
"None of your business!"
Stacy ran a finger along her bottom lip, bending over so her butt stuck out. The audience howled in approval as Stacy continued, "I bet it was for Jeff Hardy, right? I thought you’d forgotten all about him but..."
"Shut up!" Trish ground out.
Stacy rolled her eyes, "You know he’s hung up on Lita."
"He is not!"
"Is too! Did you see him run out to protect his redheaded princess from Bischoff? God, he drools all over her, I’m surprised his brother’s never noticed. But then Matt’s probably too preoccupied with his ‘Mattitude’ or whatever. Why don’t you try Bubba Dudley? You know he’s been after your peroxide butt for..."
Trish pulled back a hand and spanked Stacy’s ass hard. The audience roared. Stacy gave Trish a shocked look and Trish winked, leaving the room. She returned with a pillow and began to belt Stacy. Stacy grabbed her own pillow and soon the girls were in a heated match.
The video ended to much booing and hissing, the audience very vocal that they wanted to see more. Bischoff held up his hands, "I know, I know - I wanted to see more too but trust me, I viewed all the tapes from beginning to end, picking out the juiciest parts for you fans and that’s all there is to it. No HLA or anything - yet."
The audience seemed satisfied so Bischoff continued, "Now seeing as I viewed the tapes there were some that held great interest to me. For example, Victoria and Christian’s exchange."
The big screen cut to a shot of Victoria and Christian’s motel room. Victoria was screaming and hurling things at Christian who was ducking and dodging each shot. The audience laughed at these antics; Bischoff merely shook his head, "Funny stuff. But I think my favorite, out of all these here, is what happened between Y2J Chris Jericho and Molly Holly. Roll the tape please!"
The tape began, showing Jericho and Molly arguing then cutting to a shot of Jericho at his bag. He pulled something out, the video paused. Bischoff brought up his microphone, "Now ladies and gentlemen, as you can see I’ve edited this tape and I feel I should explain a few things. Now, I’ve viewed this particular tape, this interaction between Jericho and Molly Holly several times.
"It took me a while to figure out what exactly happened but this is what I’ve managed to figure out. You see, that ‘thing’ he pulled out of his bag? It’s a bottle of rum, now a few moments later he returns with a couple of cokes and start making drinks. Now, as any college student will tell you, coke and rum are a great combination. Now, imagine someone like Miss Molly Holly who’s probably never had an alcoholic drink in her life. Jericho gives her a couple of these and...well...I’ll let the video take it from there."
The tape started up again, this time to show Jericho and Molly in bed together. The audience let out several ‘oh’ stretched out sounds, denoting that they know trouble’s ahead. It all played out naturally, Jericho rolling over to look at Molly, them beginning to kiss, things getting heated.
The audience is on its’ knees, cheering and crying out and making all kinds of noise. Suddenly the video clicks off and Jericho’s music hits, his entrance video covering the big screen.
For once the audience is actually on their feet, cheering him, eager to see what’s going to come of this. Bischoff merely looked up the entrance ramp, one eyebrow raised. Jericho stormed out, his face a mask of fury. He entered the ring and grabbed a microphone from a nearby referee, charging up into Bischoff’s face, "Bischoff! What the hell is going on here?!"
Bischoff shruged, his face a mask of mock innocence, "What? We’re just watching some interesting videos, that’s all. I mean, it’s not like any of us drugged Molly Holly and...well, untied those legs of hers."
The audience was in complete enthrall, Jericho’s face turned red, "You have no idea what you’re talking about! That’s not what happened, all right!"
"Hey, tell it to the priest, Jericho. You’re the one who bedded the nun. Though I am impressed, I always figured if anyone was going to get a shot at the impenetrable Molly fortress it’d be Nowinski. God knows he tried hard enough, but then I guess he didn’t think of just slipping her a mickey."
Jericho jabbed a finger at Bischoff, his voice tight as he tried to restrain his anger, "That is NOT what happened, okay? There’s an explanation for..."
"For what?" Bischoff scoffed, "You know Jericho, I never thought I’d see the day. I mean, you being a big rock star I always thought girls just fell into your bed, you brag about it as much but no - no, I guess that wasn’t challenge enough for you, you had to get Molly Holly. I never thought of you as one of those guys who’d get a chick drunk just so you could bang her but..."
Bischoff didn’t even finish. Because Jericho did the one thing he knew he was going to regret dearly very later on.
He pulled back his fist.
And knocked his boss completely unconscious.