NWO: Back In The SHOW(WWE FANxFic)

Chapter One

This is my first fanfic. First I'd like to remind everyone fanfiction is about "what if" not "how it is." I wanted to make a story about what would happen if Triple H and Stephanie retired and gave the company to Paul Heyman and Eric Bischoff. Also, what if Mandy Rose had a love interest?

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My name is Aaron Andrew. I am the current WWE U.S. Champion. A couple of years ago, Vince Mcmahon retired from his position as CEO of WWE. He gave the company to his daughter Stephanie and her husband Paul Levesque (Triple H). A year after they took over the company, they decided they've been in the industry long enough and wanted to retire and spend time with their family. They approached Paul Heyman (who was the current Executive Director of Monday Night Raw, manager for Brock Lesnar and former owner of ECW.) Paul brought Eric Bischoff (who was the current former owner of WCW and former GM of Monday Night Raw) in as his #2 in charge.

One day I was walking into the Allstate Arena with my U.S. Championship over my shoulder. Paul walked over to me. "Aaron! Good! Glad I caught you! I have a new storyline for you that I think you are going to love!" A second later, I saw Scott Hall and Sean Waltman (X-Pac) walk over to Paul and pat him on both of his shoulders. "Oh! Perfect timing!" Paul laughed as the two approached him. "You two will be working with Aaron! You are going to form the N.W.O. starting with the U.S. Champ and work your way up!" "All we gotta do is pass the torch, right?" Scott asked. "Well you will still be managing them and Sean will still be fighting as a member of the group, but yes!" Sean waltman used to have long dark hair, but as the years passed, he got older, so he shaved his head. "Sounds good!" Sean replied, as he and Scott walked away. Paul whispered to me, "Don't expect them to bond with you. They usually only bond with Eric or people they've known. They'll be professional in the ring and will be your buddy out there, but don't expect this to turn into a friendship!" I nodded in response. I was well aware of how they could be difficult backstage and how Scott had a drinking problem, but I was still thrilled to be working with them. I had only been in the company for 3 years and my hometown would get to see me not only defend my US title, but to be the first member of this generation's N.W.O.(Aside from Sean, of course.) My opponent for that night, Ali, a long haired tan skinned gentleman came over to me and we discussed how we would finish the match. I told him Eric had plans for me as US Champion and gave some suggestions on what would be cool to end with. He agreed.

Later that night, we were the main event. We gave it our all. We hit each other with plenty of reversals and top rope moves. Towards the end, he hit me with a running huricanrana, I got up and tried to kick him, but he caught my foot, spun around and took me down with a spinning wheel kick. He went for the pin. The ref taps, 1...2... But then I kicked out. We both were crawling on our knees to a standing position. I ran into the ropes towards the back side of the ring, then I charged at Ali with a clothesline, but he ducked it and sent me flying down into the middle rope with a Complete Shot. Ali quickly rolled out to the ring apron, took a couple steps back and charged at me with a running knee to the head. At this point, we were 15 minutes into the match. I was exhausted. I rolled over to the corner and stared at the ceiling while I was laying on my back. Ali started to climb to the top rope for his Imploding 450 Splash finisher. When he reached the top rope, I mustered enough energy to kick to my feet, then I charged behind Ali and pulled his legs out from under him, sending his groin down into the turnbuckle. The crowd let out an "OHHHH!" as I jumped behind him on the turnbuckle, hooked my arm around the front of his head and sent him down with an inverted DDT. Before he could manage to get himself back on his feet, I pulled him up, sent him back down with my Spiral Sonnet DDT (Double Arm DDT) and went for the pin. The ref taps. "1...2...3!" The crowd cheered. They were 50/50 split, during the match. Half were chanting "Let's go Ali!" The other half were chanting "Aaron Andrew!" Ali rolled out of the ring, then Scott and Sean rolled in. They were decked out in N.W.O. gear and Sean was carrying one of the black and white shirts. Scott Hall grabbed a mic. "Hey yo! Are you guys here to see Mustafa Ali?" Half of the crowd cheered. "OR...Did you guys come to see the..." The whole crowd shouted "N.W.O!!!!" "Looks like one more... For the bad guys!" The crowd cheered as Sean asked me if I wanted to put the shirt on. I took the shirt, gave him a bro hug (shoulder hug), then I put the shirt on. They both raised my hands as the crowd cheered louder than before. It was a moment I'll always remember. Then the camera faded to black, as I rolled out of the ring feeling excited for the future.