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Chris Irvine smiled to himself as he pulled on his football gear. He couldn't help it, not when his head was full of thoughts of Stephanie McMahon.
He had always had a bit of a crush on the pretty brunette, but he never thought he would have a chance because she had a boyfriend. It was just his luck that she'd suddenly become free, and it was true that patience was a virtue.
All of a sudden, all the breath left Chris in a 'whoosh' as he found himself forcibly shoved, back-first, up against the lockers. His eyes opened to focus on a most irate-looking Paul Levesque, his huge nostrils flaring, face red as he held onto the smaller young man's uniform.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Chris spat, giving the quarterback a shove. The action and words only seemed to enrage Levesque more.
"You little prick! You're messing with my girl!" He swatted at the smaller guy's blond head.
"Hey! Newsflash, she's not your girl anymore, asshole!" The younger man swung out and punched Paul. It wasn't like the guy didn't deserve it.
The next thing anyone knew, the two were going at it against the lockers. Mayhem was beginning to ensue as some other guys yelled, "Fight! Fight!"
Shane raced over just in time to see his best friend and Chris Irvine beating the hell out of each other on the locker room floor.
"Hey!" Coach Michaels' voice resonated through the area, echoing off the walls. He clapped for added emphasis. "Knock it off - now!"
Paul ignored the man, instead blindly swinging at the smaller young man. That didn't last too long, however, as he suddenly felt himself literally plucked up by the back of his uniform.
"That's it!" the coach yelled, his face contorted with anger. "Levesque, you're out!"
Paul stared at him with his jaw slack, his face draining of all its color.
"What? Coach, no! You can't do that!"
"Like hell I can't! You've been nothing but trouble these past few weeks!" Michaels reminded him. He looked past Paul and at Chris, who seemed to be shaking off the remnants of the fight. "You okay, Irvine?"
The blond man shook his head.
"I think so." However, closer inspection determined that he'd actually lost a tooth in the fray.
"No, you're not," Coach Michaels said, noting the damage in addition to the obvious bleeding mouth on the young man. "You're excused from practice today."
"But Coach..."
"No buts - get yourself to the nurse, pronto."
Chris nodded and touched his jaw, noticing how painful his mouth felt.
"Yes, sir."
Shane smirked as he watched the blond young man grab his stuff and leave. Then, his gaze fell back to Paul and the smirk vanished. He couldn't believe things had gotten to the point where his best friend was actually getting kicked off the football team!
"Coach, please," Paul began, in a pitiful attempt to appeal to the man. "Have a heart!"
"Oh, cut the crap, Levesque! I don't know what's gotten into you, but I can promise that was your last strike. You're out." Michaels gave him a stern look as he went on. "I'm reporting you to the dean."
"No... Please," the now former quarterback begged. Now, he truly felt nervous. After all, if Coach Michaels reported him to Dean McMahon, he would have to go see her, and if that happened, how would he explain his actions? McMahon would know it had everything to do with her own daughter... And then what?
"Okay, men - outside, now!" the coach called, gesturing with both arms and directing the players to the field. Everyone responded in kind, although Shane lingered for just a few seconds.
Paul stayed rooted to his spot as Michaels turned to leave as well.
"You can't get away with this."
The coach turned back to note the furor in the amber-colored eyes of the younger man.
"Is that so?" There was no hint of fear or malice in Michaels' voice.
"Yeah... You can't cross me and get away with it. Just know that." Paul scowled deeply at the older man before finally departing at the locker room. He was infuriated, and full of disbelief over what had just transpired. He blamed that ass Irvine, his ex-girlfriend Stephanie, Coach Michaels, Adam Copeland and especially the red-haired bitch, Amy Dumas. Yes... All of them were to blame for this mess.
He was incredulous that he had actually been kicked off the football team. What the hell...? The Badgers were nothing without him - nothing! They would surely go on a huge losing streak the likes of which they would never pull out of.
He walked across the campus, still extremely angry. He would make Amy pay... Hell, he still had plans for her, and the bet
between him and Shane was still intact, he reminded himself. He was certainly looking forward to the next time he would run into
her. Hopefully, there would be no Adam Copeland, Professor Calloway or some other obstacle standing in his way.