State of Takeover: Cause That's How I Roll! by Instant Classic Superstar Pac

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this is not linked to any of my other stories.

Rating: T

Summary: Right as she declares unfinished business, Captain Charisma suddenly returns and is talking to her. The result is the first seed of a new Coalition set to turn the world upside down. (Christian, Maryse, three other guys, and an eventual pairing.)

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NOTE: Well, ladies and gentlemen, I didn't wanna keep you guys waiting too long. Especially since I don't plan on the first few chapters being really long by my standards, so I kinda don't see the need to drag it out. Well, hope you guys have fun with this. Cause I sure as hell plan to.

Oh, and you guys might've noticed the complete overhaul in my Pen Name from its previous "Dizzle the Lord of Superstars", right? Hopefully my run with this one turns out to be more fun.

Chapter 1: Return of The Captain

Event Date: Friday, September 12, 2008

Location: Bradley Center, Milwaukee, WI

The black-haired beauty continued to crawl towards the opposite side of the ring where her two partners were, successfully closing much of the gap despite struggling within the strong clutches of her dark red-haired foe. However, before she could make the tag to one of her partners, the dark redhead's partners, another dyed redhead and a sultry blonde, both came rushing in. The second redhead, the more plump one of the two, attacked the black-haired girl's skinnier blonde partner, shoving her off the ring apron, while her much more attractive blonde partner took out the black-haired one's third partner, another redhead, this one with more facial cuteness than Lindsay Lohan, in much the same way. The two Canadian young ladies then helped their redheaded ally pull the black-haired girl not just over to their side of the ring, but all the way to the outside.

The raven-haired belle decided to try and take the opportunity to crawl underneath the ring, a tradition which she has been employing during all of her matches, which officially irked the darker redhead amongst the opponents. This time, both of her enemy redheads went down there after her, and the darker one came out dragging her back by the leg, then picked her up and threw her into the ring. As the dark redhead came in after her, the black-haired one suddenly turned around and got her with a surprise takedown into a rollover Jackknife bridge cover, stealing a quick 1, 2, 3 in trademark fashion.

As the bell rang and the tune of "Not Enough for Me" came on, both teams' partners came into the ring and rushed at each other, leading to the winning team paying the losing team back those earlier forearm shoves and then kicking them out of the ring, during which the ring announcer went on:

"And the winners of this match, the team of Brie Bella, Maria, and the Divas Champion, Michelle McCool!"

Supposedly the great baby face ladies of Smackdown, this trio barely got a reaction as they won, the only really ecstatic people being themselves as they celebrated with their arms high and their opponents recollected themselves on the outside. A Smackdown graphic would soon come up on the titantron and on television screens telling the Smackdown audience that General Manager Vickie Guerrero and the Big Show would soon be explaining why Show attacked the Undertaker five nights ago at the Unforgiven pay-per-view. However, right as this graphic faded, a voice immediately blared on arena loudspeakers.

"Hold on a minute!" was the shout that was coming from inside the ring now. The person on the microphone was the French-Canadian hot blonde, Maryse, flanked on both sides by her tag team partners, Natalya and Victoria. They had taken a microphone and headed into the ring during that graphic, as their conquerors casually headed up the ramp… that is, until Maryse spoke and was greeted with a totally ineffective slight modicum of boos.

"Brie Bella, do you think that was funny what you did?" Maryse then asked, her French accent sounding clear, to which Brie actually nodded and excitedly mouthed off a yes with a smile on her face, no less. "You know, I don't know what's going on underneath that ring, but whatever it is, you must think it's funny - even though everyone knows that it's not. Let me take a guess… taking secret vitamins? Excited by the darkness? Maybe you are kissing Hornswoggle under the ring?" Then she noticed the boos getting a little louder, but more importantly, she noticed her main rival, the Shandi Sullivan-like Michelle McCool, starting to shout insults in defense of Brie, not even realizing how little sense it makes for an "all-American role model diva" to be defending a lie without even knowing what it is.

"And you! Michelle," Maryse continued, coyly stating her rival's name before getting serious again. "You have no right to call yourself an All-America Diva when for all you know, you could be standing up for Brie hiding a twin sister or taking some drugs." That point actually aroused moans of shock from the fans, as well as left Brie and her partners wide-eyed in shock, especially Brie, which told Maryse and her partners they were getting somewhere. "But I don't care about Brie Bella. At least, not as much as I care about beating you for that Divas Championship. I am not finished with you yet, Michelle. I want, I deserve, I demand, and I damn sure intend to get another title shot."

Then a familiar violin chord introduction started playing, and a familiar face started coming on the Titantron. Every one of these ladies was now looking very shocked, and the fans were now screaming at the possibility that was just introduced - most of them remembered the person shining all over the titantron, and all of them have at least heard of him. As the intro concluded, leading to the WWE edit of the Waterproof Blonde song, "Just Close Your Eyes", the possibility became extremely clear, right in front of all their faces. About 20 seconds into the actual rock of the song, a figure came through the curtains in black boots, blue jeans, and that ever familiar black and gold hooded sweater. A close-up of the figure there would reveal that very unmistakable face, once and for all enforcing to fans that the Man of the Peeps himself, Captain Charisma, Christian, was officially back inside a WWE arena! (Imagine Jim Ross and Tazz marking out: "It's him! It's Christian! Captain Charisma's back! I can't believe it!")

Pointing a fingered kiss across the crowd as he stood at the stage, Christian then decided to walk on forwards, coming down the ramp in his usual charismatic stance. McCool and her partners made sure to step aside and to greet him with smiles as he came by. Flattered yet unimpressed, he simply pointed to them and greeted them with a "hey, ladies" not once losing stride on anything he said. Meanwhile, Natalya, Victoria, and Maryse all watched as he climbed up the steel steps, crossed the apron to get into the ring, and got on a turnbuckle, doing his usual trademark gesture of taking off his hood and pointing a kiss to that side of the audience - and everyone reacted positively to it. He also thumped his chest and made gestures towards himself and the crowd, shouting that he was back in front of his WWE peeps and proud of it, before coming down the ramp and spinning around with his arms outstretched, taking in their adulation with a smile, at which point the ladies in the ring all turned to leave, Victoria first, then Natalya, then finally Maryse. But before the last of the trio could get anywhere…

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Maryse, hold on a second! I kinda actually needed to talk to you!" Christian quickly called to her after taking out a microphone from his ring sweater. This call to her attention actually convinced her to turn around and come back into the ring. Surprisingly, the moment actually got some cheers.

"You're gonna have to bear with me here, I wanna address all my Peeps out here a little first," Christian informed her, before turning to the crowd, which was giving him cheers to soak in for days. But he didn't exactly have days, he had about 20 seconds, before he wanted to keep going. On that note, he turned to the stage, where McCool, Maria, and Bella were slowly retreating into.

"First of all, I see you guys leaving, and I just wanna say something to one of you right away- Maria; please. Don't steal my hood," he joked, as Maria put on her best sheepish grin and the crowd cheered in response. Natalya and Victoria, slowly going up the ramp, actually tried to poke fun at Maria, pointing and laughing like schoolhouse brats. Maryse was much more pure about her amusement, simply laughing.

"But on a serious note, it feels really good to steal a line multiple times from my old friend the Rock and say, finally, the Man of the Peeps has come back to Friday Night Smackdown! Finally, the Show Stealer has come back to the WWE! And finally, Captain Charisma has come back to kicking the holy living hell out of anybody on Smackdown, cause that's how I roll!" And at saying his Captain Charisma catchphrase, all Christian could do is grin along with his adoring fans as they chanted his name. But after awhile, even that couldn't last. Sadly, he had to get serious, the grin receding within ten seconds.

"As many of you may know, or at least some of you may know, last time I appeared in a WWE ring was almost three years ago. And since that time, I've been away. I've been wrestling in other places, I've been honing my craft in other places, and I've been winning titles in other places. And in that time, I've become… well, something of an instant classic," he stated, alluding to his time in a certain Jarrett-run company in the South. "But tonight, I come here and I say, that I am here, I am back in the saddle, and I am ready to prove to everybody out here just why the name Captain Charisma actually means something! And if anybody from Smackdown, from Triple H to the Undertaker to Vladimir Kozlov to MVP to that guy copying my formula of 'charismatic superstar with a bodyguard', tries to confront me and say otherwise, let me make this clear - my name is not Edge, and it's damn sure as hell not Chavo Guerrero! I am not my former tag team partner, nor am I the other guy who once called him a 'brother'! I'm not gonna back down like a co-dependent coward or lean on Vickie Guerrero for anything! Instead, I'm gonna take my pimp hand which is way strong, slap 'em right in their ugly face, and prove to them why I am what I say that I am, and that's the true champion of the universe!"

Again, he stopped to note the shouts of approval coming from the stands, which put a grin on his face. By this point, all the Divas other than Maryse had already retreated to the back. Speaking of Maryse, Christian just remembered about her and turned around, only to see that she was already turned around herself and starting to walk away.

"Hey! Hold on a second! In case you didn't know, I just got to the part where I start to talk to you. I just had to get everything for my Peeps out of the way first, but now I'm ready for ya. Come on, you think I just called you to stay here just so you could listen to me address the fans? What kind of a fumbling moron do you think I am, anyway?" And on that note, he got back her attention, leading to her walking over to him.

"See, Maryse, I just wanna say that I've actually kept a close eye on you in the ring, cause I noticed something. You and I are both actually a lot alike."

"Oh? Are you serious?" she asked off-mike, having actually dropped her microphone the first time she turned to leave, now actually a little pleasantly surprised at what Christian was saying.

"Yeah, we are. See, you fancy yourself as… no, wait, you are the Sexiest of the Sexy around here, and everybody knows that I am Captain Charisma. You are the hotness, and I, am the champ," he pointed out, a comparison which brought a smile and a nod to her face. "Now as far as in the ring goes, I can tell for damn certain that you might be good, but you've got one whole hell of a lotta work to do. And it's all centered around one thing; focus."

"Excuse me? I didn't ask for you to come out here and keep me here so you can criticize me," she suddenly shot, taking major objection to the negative parts of her in-ring work.

"I didn't come here just to criticize you. I mean, seriously. Can you please listen to the Captain when he's talkin' about making things happen?" Christian asked in a witty rhyme.

"Making what happen?" Maryse then asked, getting rather irritated.

"Making us happen," Christian bluntly answered, which actually took her aback a little. "See, you've got a lot of work to do, but I see your potential, and I see how you've already become real seasoned in the ring in just a few months of major action, and I'm actually impressed. So I wanna see if I can help you bring out that potential. The way I see it, you and I can have an argument right here in the ring which accomplishes nothing, or we can forge a partnership by which we can accomplish some great things. I was thinking, if you agree to become a sidekick to me, to help me out and to have my back on my quest to prove that I am the champ, you can personally learn from me the tricks of the trade to this business and become good enough to kick Michelle McCool's ass for the Divas title, no questions asked!" That proposal was cheered by most of the fans, who actually liked this move, while some of them saw visions of Christian gaining an obnoxious French-Canadian lackey and decided to turn and boo.

"How can I be sure you're really gonna do that?" Maryse asked, without a single hesitation or mincing of the words.

"Well, it's real simple," he replied. "In these other places I've been to, I've taken two guys who had all the talent in the world but absolutely no charisma whatsoever and turned them into tag team champions while at the same time winning some world heavyweight championships of my own, so I'm damn sure I can get this job done! And now comes the time for me to ask you the question. Are you in, or are you out?"

As he extended a hand to he, anticipation started building within the crowd as Maryse pondered over what to do here, whether she should accept Christian's offer or leave him high and dry. Part of her didn't know whether or not she could trust the guy, as he did have a shady record. But then again… so did she. Already. In her short time here, she's already played lounge lizard to Vickie Guerrero a time or two without ever really doing anything for her, and she's combusted the entire life of a slice of cherry pie that doesn't even work here anymore. In any case, Maryse knew this opportunity, to learn from Christian and learn how to defeat McCool, was not something she could ever plan to take lightly. And if he, or any man, for that matter, tried to step out of line with her, well, she had both the ego and the tactics to successfully play keep away. So for the love of God…

"Yes. I'm in. I accept," she finally decided, then accepted Christian's handshake, following which the audience finally let go and cheered fully. Accompanied by Christian's theme music, the newly aligned duo raised arms up high in the air, celebrating the moment a little before leaving the ring together. Christian allowed his beautiful lady pupil to get out of the ring first, before getting on a turnbuckle, scanning the audience, and then turning her way and pointing to her, declaring her a new loyal peep off-mike. She actually heard him and laughed, amused at this guy's egocentric antics, before he came off the turnbuckle and followed her out of the ring, then passed her with a tap or two on the shoulder and led her up the ramp. Once on the stage, the two turned around, Christian pointed more kisses to the audience while Maryse posed her hair-flicking "sexy pose", and this new duo finally turned to leave.

A good few minutes later, Maryse and Christian had already both headed back over to her locker room, where she asked him to wait outside so she could get in and change. As she was doing so, Christian ended up greeted by a few of the workers, eager to welcome him back to the WWE. However, nobody from the roster really had designs on being as friendly to the guy, and were not gonna pretend they were. Very few of them knew him, and those that did he wasn't always on the most positive of terms with. Especially those on Smackdown.

He knew that if he ran into any of them that they would still be cordial, they would still be people, they would still welcome him back like anyone should, but they weren't gonna go out of their way to find him in order to do so. Which is why he was actually thankful that Maryse was able to get herself a locker room apart from all the other Divas and outside the pathway of most of the Smackdown Superstars. He could get a little peace and think about the next step in his plan to shake up and take over the WWE without the interruptions of, per se, his old rival and occasional friend Jeff Hardy.

He would be interrupted, however, by the opening of Maryse's locker room door as she came out in a black dress that looked much like Beth Phoenix's old wrestling singlet with the false Amazon skirt tights, except the skirt of it was actually a normal miniskirt and the outfit had enough shine it made her look glamorous. As Christian eyed her at that moment, she could tell he was totally impressed.

"Like what you see?" she asked, getting a little witty and somewhat flirtatious, solely to test the guy.

"Yeah, I really do," Christian admitted, before getting serious. "But your tail's not what I came for."

"My tail? Excuse me, but this outfit clearly screams out 'look but don't touch', Christian," Maryse pointed out.

"How was I supposed to get that message?" he decided to inquire.

"Do you not see the shine of this outfit and the elegance of how it fits?" Maryse pointed out to him. "I'm not just hot; I'm way beyond the league of any man - or woman, for that matter - who my presence gives an orgasm. I had this outfit made specifically to demonstrate that."

"Wow. You do take your sex appeal for an art form," Christian realized aloud.

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. I'm just ready to teach ya how to separate it from the art form you're supposed to be applying in the ring," he reminded her. "And we better get started fast. Vickie Guerrero's not gonna hesitate to put you in a match next week, and after that I got a friend to introduce you to. Come on." He then started to walk in the direction of the parking lot, Maryse tailing him close behind. Eventually, they got to the parking lot, specifically to his rental car, which was a red Porsche Cayman S - much like his car at home in Tampa, except that one's black.

"By the way, Christian, who is this friend you speak of?" the French-Canadian glamour model asked as she went to the front passenger's side.

"Let's just say we're gonna end up having a lot of problems, and we need this man to help us take care of 'em," Christian hinted vaguely, taking out his car keys. Unfortunately, at least for time's sake, a WWE dot com Exclusive cameraman and Eve Torres with a microphone came rushing over to Christian, forcing him and his new "apprentice" to stop everything.

"Christian, much like all your 'Peeps' in the WWE Universe, everybody in the Smackdown locker room is absolutely shocked at your return to the WWE, especially in the way that you just did it. Can you tell us what the meaning of all this is, and why take on Maryse as your protégé?" she asked, her journalistic integrity slightly compromised by the tone of that last part.

"You're that girl I heard won the last Diva Search, right? What's your name again? Eve?" he asked back.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's me," Eve replied.

"Thanks. Anyway, you sounded like you were sneering a little bit when you asked me about Maryse. Now, why is that, huh? Can you tell me? Got a grudge or something against her?" Christian asked, taking liberties to put his guesses in Eve's mouth.

"No, I wasn't-"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, hold on a second. I got a better question for you to answer instead. How much have you grown in the ring in the past few months?" he suddenly cut in, interrupting her reply as he put her on the spot.

"Well, I may not have even had a match, but I've actually done a lot of training" Eve answered, somehow staying professional despite Christian's irritations.

"Exactly," Christian retorted nonetheless, ignoring the shocked look on her face which otherwise would've spelled out that he wasn't growing in favor with the interviewer. "Now, let me explain this. The whole design of what I'm doing, including taking in Maryse, can be best described in two words; progress, and potential. That's how I roll."

As Eve stood there, still stunned at his bluntness when it came to her empty wrestling track record, Christian opened the driver's door, pressed a button from inside to open the passenger doors. He and Maryse then got into the car, closed it, and Christian started the engine, the sound of which brought Eve back to earth as she instantly realized she never got anywhere with what the interview was for to begin with.

"Christian, wait!" she called, but to no avail, even though he probably heard her. Nevertheless, he completely ignored her, pulling out of the parking lot as Maryse lowered the window on her side to wave goodbye to Eve, then driving off.

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A/N: I think I might've spoiled one of said "three other guys". Other than the probably 2-3 people who already know about this, I'd like to see y'all take a guess as to who it is that I spoiled in your reviews. Speaking of which, mind tossing me a few reviews there, peeps? I'd like to see some o' your thoughts on this.

Oh, and if I made Christian too much of a prick here… we all know Christian in character is a cool prick. Might as well play on it.

Later, peeps!

-Pac