Tonight was the night.

The night where everything came together or everything falls apart. Either way, it was not going to be easy.

John, Amy, Adam, Matt, and Randy, along with the other WrestleMania superstars watched the unknown chick from Destiny's Child sing. Everyone was trying to figure out her name when Big Show brought up an excellent point.

"Hey, what happened to Lillian? She was good. Why is this girl singing? Shouldn't we have someone that you know, represents us?"

Everyone thought about it and decided that he was right. Lillian, someone who's been with the company for years and is willing to sing for free should be singing the song. She did it so much better last year.

Randy shrugged it off and tried not to get sidetracked. All of a sudden, he got a call on his cell phone.

"Hello? You're here? Alright. Look, just stay in the car, I'll send someone over. Don't worry."

He hung up and motioned for his friends to come over and they did. Randy smiled and whispered, "Guys, we've invited four guests and they've all decided to show up. I need you guys to escort them into my locker room, alright? Oh, well, Lita, take her to your locker room. Whoever's handling CJ- and whoever is, Godspeed- bring him out during the ladder match."

The four separated and went on their ways as Randy turned back to the monitor that was backstage.

World Tag Team Championship Match

As the match was ending, Matt, John, Adam, and Amy reported back to Randy, who was drinking some coffee. "Hey guys, what's up?"

"Well, they were all here without a catch." John told him.

"Where's Chris?" Randy asked lowly, looking around them.

"Are you sure everybody else is off getting ready for their matches?" Amy inquired.

Randy shrugged and told them that it didn't matter. Their co- workers would be able to keep a secret.

"Alright. Come on in, Chris. You're on after Coach talks to Shawn." Adam called.

"Alright guys, I'll see ya." Matt told the gang as he left to go compete.

The door to the room opened and Chris Jericho, sporting a new haircut, entered looking around.

"Hey guys." He whispered rather loudly.

They nodded. Of course everyone was happy to see the Ayatollah of Rock&Rolla, but they couldn't get overexcited.

"So when do I go on?" he questioned.

"Right after RVD climbs the ladder and falls back down." Randy told him quickly.

He was the master of this plan and didn't want anything at all to go wrong.

"Wow. I can't believe you guys actually thought about doing this. Am I okay to be here? Like, nobody's gonna get sued or anything right?" Chris was very worried because he didn't want anybody to get into trouble.

Randy smirked. "Don't worry about that. You see, I took a look over my contract. And Amy's and Adam's and Matt's, but John's threw a blank. Anyway, it says in theirs that they have the creative right to pretty much do anything they so choose when they feel like."

Chris wasn't impressed. He had had that little creative right too. "But…?"

He sighed. He hadn't wanted the others to know this. "But in order for this to be activated, they have to be within at least a week of resigning."

"Are you fucking serious?" Adam exclaimed angrily.

"Resign? As in quit? Quit the WWE? Wait- you kept this a secret from us? When were you going to tell us Randy? While we were standing in the goddamn employment line?" Amy asked.

John looked at Randy, his eyes filled with sorrow. "What about me, Randy? I mean if everybody gets fired, they're gonna know I was part of it and make the rest of my WWE life hell!"

Amy frowned. "What about your contract Randy? What did it say?"

"It said that if I wanted to, I just could." He told her meekly.

"No strings attached?"

"No…"

"That's bullshit Randy and you know it!" Adam told him.

"You're gonna let us get fired and you both stay!" Amy screamed.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Chris interrupted. "Guys. Randy has a plan. Didn't he tell you? Trust me, I know Randy. And I know that he would never stand up his friends like that. If one goes, you all go. If one stays, you all stay, alright? He may be selfish onscreen, but I'd think you guys know the best that he's really a good person."

The three looked at each other and hung their heads.

"Sorry Randy." Adam told him.

"Yeah, sorry. We're just so anxious man. Our live are just so confusing at this point." Amy told him.

Chris looked over at Randy with slit eyes. "How'd you get that clause anyway?"

Randy smiled broadly. "Well, in Fall 2005, when Stephanie McMahon- Levesque decided to have an extramarital affair…"

Chris held up his hands. "Sorry I asked."

Adam looked up at the screen. "Whoa! Chris, you better get out there! Remember, you're music's going to play. When it starts, just grab a mike and do what you have to do."

He nodded and ran off.

Chris Jericho/Rob Van Dam

RVD held up the briefcase and smiled. He clamped it to his chest and started to cry. This was the best day of his entire WWE career. Finally, he was getting the recognition and respect he had so longed for.

All of a sudden, the crowd stood and began cheering wildly.

RVD did his signature R… V… D… pose, but soon realized that they were not standing for him.

Chris Jericho's music started to play. His video came on faster than his music, so the crowd knew what was coming.

Rob turned and faced Jericho, who was standing on the ramp in his wrestling gear. With a mike.

He put it to his mouth. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on, Junior! Now, I was watching the match backstage and while I have to say, I admired both your and Shelton Benjamin's athleticism and Ric Flair's determination and Matt Hardy's spirit and well, whoever the hell else was in this 'match', I have to say… well…"

The crowd started screaming, "CRAP… CRAP… CRAP…"

This time, Chris addressed the crowd. "WILL YOU PLEASE… SHUT THE HELL UP! DAMN IT!"

He took a few moments to regain his composer before continuing, "…it was okay. Nothing to compare to last year, of course, which officially makes it, in the rulebook of Jericho…"

He held the mike up to the audience, to which they gleefully yelled, "CRAP…CRAP…CRAP…!"

RVD wasn't happy with Jericho to ruin his moment. "Jericho, you little bitch, how dare you come down here after my match-"

Chris started laughing. "Ohhhhh…. Hold on, assclown, as I recall, it was I, Chris Jericho, that devised this match last year! So don't bitch to me about how you wish your match was good as mine. Maybe next time jackass, but until you become the very first undisputed champ in the history of the WWE, then maybe we'll talk."

He tossed his mike and smirked at the stunned ECW legend. Then, with the crowd cheering and calling his name, he walked off.

Randy fare welled Chris and high-fived his friends on a job well done.

"Do you think they're gonna acknowledge Chris's appearance?" Amy asked.

"Nah. They'll just play it like it never happened." Adam answered.

Randy smiled slyly. "You never know guys. I bet by the end of the night, he'll take notice."

Adam and Amy had to go take care of their match with Mick Foley, but John, Randy, and Matt had to stay to talk to the one person they almost neglected for the next match.

The pulled the blonde beauty into the dressing room and sat her down.

"Are you guys sure about this? I mean, the injury is still raw… it might be too soon and too painful." She warned them.

John gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry about it sweetheart. This is going to be easy for you. I know for a fact that that bitch-"

"-Candice Michelle-" Randy interjected, giving John a warning look.

"-whatever. Well, she's going to give an open invitation to challenge for the title, but no one is scheduled to go out, but you have to."

"But-" she was still unsure.

"Come on, it's for all of the good women who get constantly beat down by sluts and evil. You need to stand up for them."

"Okay." She sighed. It wasn't going to be easy looking over her stomach, but Candice Michelle was easy pickings. She stood up and hugged John. "Thanks for the opportunity."

The three smiled and let her go get ready for her match.

The WWE Women's Championship Match

"…so as I was saying, Trish, I hope that you get better soon and find it in your heart to forgive me for what I have done to you." Candice put a hand to her mouth and giggled. "Anyway, if anyone at all thinks they can beat me, the WWE women's champion, can come down and we'll have a match. I've got a referee right here for us." She waited for a few seconds. "No challengers? Well, I guess that's what comes from a bunch of whores in the back-"

The second she said the word 'whores', Trish's signature giggle and sigh blasted threw the TitanTron. The rest followed and out from the entrance-way came the woman of the hour. She kept her face low enough that her curly blonde hair fell over her face and she kept her arms around her stomach.

Candice was shocked to see her enemy step into the ring and tackle her. After a few blows, she got her into a school boy and the ref counted 1! 2! 3!

He handed her the title as the crowd exploded with relief. The new champion walked out of the ring as Candice sat up, face red with anger. She grabbed a mike and screamed, "Stop cheering! Stop it! That is not Trish Stratus! That's… that's…"

The girl stopped at the stage and turned to face the crowd and her opponent. "I'm Mickie James, bitch!"

She turned and left as the crowd exploded with excitement.

"That was great Mickie! Trish would have been proud!" John exclaimed, hugging her.

"Thanks, John! God, I'm so excited! I won my first title at my first WrestleMania!"

The rest of the crew hugged her and she left to celebrate.

After she left, they all looked at the monitor to watch the casket match. It was mildly entertaining, though not nearly as entertaining as Shawn doing the crotch chop before attacking Vince.

"Well, guys, I have to… to get ready for my match." Randy told his friends gloomily as he left.

Everyone else waited patiently as the triple threat match was called. They were not surprised to see Randy was not there. They were disappointed that Kurt made Rey tap, but the ref didn't see. They were disappointed that Rey won as a face, but in an almost dirty way. If Rey was a face, he should win cleanly, not circumstantially.

Randy came back, seemingly disappointed as well.

"Did you get the promo set up?" Adam asked.

"Did you get our chick ready for her match?" John asked.

"Are you okay?" Amy asked worriedly.

"Is she gonna do it?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess, yeah." Randy answered unenthusiastically. "Just watch."

The PlayBoy Pillow Fight

Torrie Wilson was nervous as hell. She didn't like all of the surprises that were showing up. She was supposed to face Candice Michelle, but hadn't seen her ever since her first match.

Now she was in the ring all alone with the announcer calling out her 'special' opponent.

The match had originally been showed as Torrie v. a mystery girl who was also in PlayBoy. That of course, being Candice Michelle.

But Candice wasn't showing up.

Little did Torrie know that Candice was tied and gagged in a broom closet somewhere in the building.

Music that was completely foreign to her hit the arena and a very tall, very muscular, very manly woman stepped out.

The crowd exploded because they know only one woman like that.

Chyna.

Torrie screamed from the pain she was sure to receive and cried. Chyna stepped into the ring and cracked her knuckles. She grabbed a mike and told both Torrie and the audience, "I didn't come here for no pillow fight. I came to rassle!"

Chyna threw Torrie around in such a violent way that everyone was sure Torrie would have something broken by the end. But, Chyna didn't want to injure Torrie. She just wanted to bruise her up a little to show how the women in the WWE should work. Finally, she pinned her opponent and left the ring, waving at everybody, even kissing some on the forehead as she left.

John Cena v. Triple H

Triple H came out with his entrance. He finished and waited for John to come out with his special entrance.

John came out, but with no music, no effects, and no wrestling clothes. Only a microphone, his belt, and a suit.

"Triple H…" he started. "Hunter… you know I respect you and all that you have done. And though you are booing me, I respect you too, WWE fans. This is why, I have come to the conclusion that you do need a champion. You need a champion that can entertain… that can fight… that you can love to hate and hate to love and admire and respect. You need champions like what we used to have. Like… like… Stone Cold Steve Austin…"

He turned and out from backstage came none other than the man himself, "Stone Cold" Steve Austin!

The crowd roared and screamed and stomped.

"Hold up, I'm not done! You need champions like… The Rock..."

John turned to the opposite side and out came the most electrifying man in 'sports-entertainment', The Rock!

Steve Austin took his mike, "Well, John, I'm glad that you've invited us here today…"

"And why is that?"

The Rock took his mike. "Well, we've seen what has become of the great company that we once graced with our presence."

"And we don't like it." Steve shook his head. "Y'all are actin' like a bunch of wimpy screwballs."

"What happened to those days where we used to have fun with stuff and offend people, but at the point where they knew we were screwing with their heads?"

"What happened to the people who used to do it so well?"

"What happened to people like Stone Cold Steve Austin?" The Rock asked.

"What happened to people like The Rock?" Steve asked.

"What happened to people like D-Generation X?" The Rock and Steve asked together.

"Well I'm glad to see that you two get along now." John told them.

"Yeah, well, we realized that we had to put our differences aside to talk with you youngsters." Steve told him.

"But it's not permanent." The Rock warned. "Just until your candy-asses are straight."

Steve sighed and turned to The Rock. "Rocky, now, why ya always gotta bring people's asses into everything? Do you have a fetish for asses or something?"

"What are you saying Austin?"

"Maybe you're… I dunno…"

The two started arguing until John interrupted. "I'm not done with what I've got to say! The people need somebody who's had experience with this title. Somebody like… Triple H."

The crowd was silent as John Cena solemnly walked up to his would- be opponent and handed him the title. "I can't keep being a champion that no one can stand. From now on, I want you to take good care of her, aright?"

Everything stayed silent as Triple H took the title from his hands. Then, Steve started to clap slowly. The Rock joined in and soon everyone was clapping at this great display of respect from a younger wrestler to a veteran. It was going great until Vince McMahon's music hit.

He, Shane, and Steph came out very angry. Vince eyed Steve Austin and The Rock before screaming at John, "Cena! I knew you had something to do with this! It was you and Orton and- and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cool your jets old man. Wouldn't want a heart attack would we?"

The voice came from the TitanTron and angered Vince. He stepped forward and looked up at the giant screen. Randy Orton was smirking his heart out as he sat in a chair in a backstage room.

"Orton! You ruined my WrestleMania!" Vince screamed.

"You'll pay!" Shane and Steph yelled.

Randy looked at the McMahon children with disdain. Then, he continued, "Look, I'm, sorry I ruined your WrestleMania, but I didn't do that much worse of a job than you have these past years. Am I right?"

The crowd yelled in agreement.

"Look, I was the mastermind. Don't bother blaming anyone else or questioning anyone because they won't talk. By the way, have you, Mr. McMahon, noticed that your wife has been missing for quite a while?"

"W-w-w-why yes! I'll have you know that she's at home resting comfortably."

"Uh-huh. That not what I've found. Mrs. McMahon, you can come over now."

Linda came from the other side of the room and stood next to Randy. "Hello, Vince."

Vince looked shocked. "Linda!"

"That's right. I'm right here. If not for the courageousness of Randy Orton, I'd still be locked in that conference room where you, my own family left me. Randy, you may have this opportunity to confess. Pay attention, Vince, Steph, Shane. You might learn something."

Randy cleared his throat. "Well, um, in the Fall, last year, Hunter, I'm sorry, but I slept with Stephanie."

The crowd groaned and Triple H dropped the title and stared at Stephanie who denied it.

"And- and that baby she's carrying is mine, not yours. She told me herself." Randy bowed his head deeply ashamed. He never wanted to have to tell Triple H, but Linda had insisted that it was the right thing to do.

Triple H looked down too and held his hand to his nose. His back heaved up and down. John stared up at his friend. He knew that Randy was a man- whore, but never thought that he was serious about having an affair with Stephanie McMahon. He looked over at Triple H and became very alarmed.

Triple H was laughing.

He looked around. Steve Austin, The Rock, Vince, Shane, and Steph were laughing too. Looking up, he saw that Linda was also laughing. Randy looked up and saw it too.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Ah, you stupid son of a bitch! Orton, do you honestly believe that you can overpower the McMahons? Huh?" Vince laughed.

"We were in on your plan from the time it was conceived!" Steph laughed.

The McMahons all laughed at their little joke

"Don't worry, you little jackass, that baby's not yours. Dad wouldn't want a little cretin like you in the family." Shane smirked.

"Everyone was in on this, except maybe your little friend Jericho and your big friend Chyna."

"Mickie? Edge? Lita? Matt?" John asked weakly.

"Nooooo, of course not! They were fools with you. But there is one person that we were able to get to. Shawn!"

Randy gasped as an official brought Shawn Michaels out gagged with a straitjacket on.

Shane put an arm around him as he tried to jerk away. "Yup, as soon as you told Shawn, he told his best friend in the business, Triple H."

"You're a snitch!" John exclaimed angrily at the person he had just given his title up to.

"No, not a snitch, just a heel." Triple H smirked.

"And now, I want Edge, Lita, and Matt Hardy out here!" Vince yelled.

They were brought out like Shawn was. As John and Randy were staring in disbelief at how their plan was falling apart, Triple H grabbed John and handcuffed him and Linda grabbed Randy's arm's and did the same.

"John Cena, Adam Copeland, Amy Dumas, Matt Hardy, and Randy Orton… it is my pleasure to say… YOU'RE FIRED!" Vince screamed.

"Officers! Come remove them from the premises!" Shane ordered.

From under the ring, the police came and escorted the five from the building. Randy got the gag off of his mouth and yelled, "Stop cheering! Stop cheering! This is real!"

The crowd didn't believe him; to them this was amazing. This was the best WrestleMania in years.

Yes, the five made history by standing up to the McMahons.

But what did they lose in the process? What did they gain?

As John Cena was shoved out of the building, eyes blazing with tears, he thought bitterly, This isn't over, you rotten bastards.

The End?

Love,

Dr. JNHardy

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