(A/N) I do not own any of the characters in this fan fic. They are all property of the great Vince Mcmahon and his great company.
Introduction: Deep in the yellow underbelly of Yew York, where everything is legal if you don't get caught, 3 gangs bring the fights underground to ultimately earn respect and rule the underground fighting industry. The leaders of the gangs are Chris Jericho, Triple H and John Cena.
Chris Jericho awoke with a start. He wasn't sure what had wakened him from his alcohol induced slumber but he was certain he didn't just wake up by himself. He then heard a knock on the door.
"Whozzit?" Jericho managed to get out with a slur.
"It's me boss. Is everything alright?" a familiar voice came back.
"Um… yeah, fine. Come in Edge."
The door opened slowly and the tall, muscular figure of one of Jericho's most trusted fighters and friend entered the run down office."
"Jesus Christ, it smells like shit in here. What the hell have you been drinking?" questioned Edge.
"None ofyah business. Now a better question would be why the fuck have you interrupted my getting pissed and passing out session?"
"Well I just thought I should let you know that one of Cena's boys has been stirring up some shit in one of our clubs."
"Mother fucker…" Chris slurred silently. "Which one?"
"Club DDP, you know the one up in the Harlem."
"Oh, that hell hole? Who did I leave in charge of that again?"
"If I'm not mistaken… Benoit."
"Right, well help me up and we'll go check it out." Jericho said to his best friend.
Music blared through various amps as the duo of Jericho and Edge entered Club DDP. Masses of people were jumping around, dancing with whoever was at hand. But what most people were doing was cheering and crowding around a wrestling ring inside a cage in the middle of the club. In which, two unknown men were fighting for their life, or more importantly, to be known. They headed directly to the staircase which lead up to the catwalk overlooking the caged ring. When they got up there, a door opened further along the walk and from it emerged the scared face of Chris Benoit a.k.a "The Crippler". Jericho and Edge entered the room and Benoit followed, closing the door behind him, dimming the noise significantly.
"So what is the problem?" Asked Jericho as he sat down in the soft backed chair behind the desk.
"One of Cena's boys has been coming in for the last few days and has been saying shit." Replied Benoit.
"Like what?" Jericho questioned.
"Well he's been saying that John Cena has a lot more to offer, and that there is always a spot open for any fighter who wants to make a name for himself." Benoit continued cautiously.
"Damn him… did you notice anyone paying particular attention to Cena's Boy? Asked Jericho.
"Not that I noticed, but still, I think you should be wary."
"I will… So anyway is he here now? Cena's thug that is. Questioned Jericho.
"I believe so, last time I checked, he was sitting at the corner booth in the north west corner. He's with a couple of the whores." Replied Benoit.
"Alright, I'll go and confront him. By the way, who is Cena's boy?" Jericho asked as he opened the door slightly.
Chris Benoit and Edge, who was standing in the corner the whole time, exchanged nervous glances.
"Shawn Michaels…" Benoit said nervously.
Jericho stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him.
(A/N) So… What do you think? Is it a good concept and should I take it and run with it, or is it shit and just scrap it and leave it? Honest opinion guys, pls review whether u like it or not.