A/N: This is a work of fiction and is based off of some stray comments made by four bored cashiers and one bored customer service rep. None of this has happened for real and I don't condone torture of any kind. Hopefully you all enjoy and yes I will be making an appearance and yes I do go by DK at work. Anyways here we go! And I apologize in advance for any OOCness that takes place.

Phil Brooks was walking into the hotel looking white as a ghost, shaking his head in disbelief. As he passed the bar on his way to the elevator he was spotted by Mike Mizanin. He was heading back to his room, the others that had been picking on him over his run in with the Diva's and he had had enough for one night. He cocked his head to the side and watched as Phil almost ran over a little old lady that was walking slowly in the lobby. He jogged over and gripped Phils' elbow, leading him over to a less populated part of the lobby.

"Phil. Hey man, what's wrong?" Mike asked when he got a good look at his face.

"Evil." Phil said softly.

"Phil. Talk to me here." Mike lightly smacked Phil's cheek and stood back when he jumped.

"No! Evil Wal~Mart associates out to get me." He cried as he threw his hands up over his head.

"Phil, take a seat." Mike said in a voice that one would use for a frightened child.

Phil nodded and sat down on the couch that was there. Concerned Mike headed back to the bar to retrieve a few of the others that had been there. Back in the very back of the room, Glen Jacobs, Mark Calaway, Justin LaRouche, Micheal Hettinga, Afa Jr, and the Hardy brothers were talking loudly and laughing as beer and whiskey poured freely around the table. Mike hurried over and grabbed Mark's arm, trying to pull the large man from the table.

"What's the matter Mike, the Diva's after ya again?" He asked with a laugh.

"This is serious. There' something wrong with Phil." He said, still tugging on Mark's arm.

"The Punk? What's wrong with 'im?" Jeff asked as he moved to stand.

"I don't know, it's like he's in shock or something."

Mike headed back out to where Phil was sitting, the guys trailing behind him. Only Jeff wanted to know what was wrong, the others were just looking for a laugh. Phil was still sitting on the couch but now he was rocking back and forth. Mike was standing in front of him with a worried look and Jeff knelt down and stared at his eyes. If Jeff didn't know any better he would've thought that Phil was stoned out of his mind. Afa was standing towards the back of the group watching silently as Jeff and Mike tried to calm down Phil.

"Phil....it's Jeff."

"Evil." Phil whispered.

"What's evil boy?" Mark asked, a grin on his face.

"The Wal~Mart associates."

"Why?" Matt asked, scratching his head. "I thought that they were supposed to be nice. It's in their job descriptions."

"These are evil associates. They want to torture people." Phil started to rock again and Jeff looked over at Mike worried.

"These sound like my kind of people. I think we should go check them out." Glen said with a laugh.

"NO! They'll cut your eyelids off and then give you sleeping pills. You'll die from not being able to close your eyes to sleep." Phil shrieked, his head jerking up.

"Wow. That's....just wrong." Justin said, pulling a face.

"Phil, calm down and tell me everything that happened." Mike said putting a hand on his shoulder.

Phil took a deep breath and it seemed to help. The others were looking at him expectantly, most of them wore smirks. This was promising to be good. Jeff moved up to sit besides Phil and Mike took a seat on the arm. Jeff grabbed Phil's hands and Mike wrapped his arm around Phil's shoulders.

"Alright. I was going in to see if they had Pepsi on sale, and I was passing the Subway that was next to the doors and I heard laughter. Out of curiosity I looked over and seen about five girls sitting around a table. Two of them were laughing and one was writing things down. I shrugged my shoulders and went on about my business, I'm not nosey. But as I was standing in the pop isle the group walked past me, and...I heard....I heard....." Phil took a shaky breath and looked up his eyes wide.

"What did you hear?"

"What they wanted to do to shoplifters."

"And that was...." Glen prodded.

"One said that she had a way that would make sure they never came back." Phil shivered and fell silent.

"Well?" Matt asked.

"She said it involved a blowtorch, a steak, a frying pan, a Popsicle, and a ball point pen."

"What the hell can you do with that?" Micheal asked.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. In fact I just want to go to bed guys." Phil got shakily to his feet and headed over to the elevator, and punched the buttons.

The guys stood there a minute, watching the younger man walk away. Micheal was the first one to break the silence.

"I want to know what scared him so bad."

"Damned if I don't want to too." Mark said as he scratched his head.

An hour later the six of them were walking into the Wal~Mart that was located just down the street from the hotel. Phil hadn't given them a description of the girls, just that there were five of them. On the ride they decided that the only way to find out was to have one of them play a shoplifter. Micheal had volunteered to be the Guinea pig. After all there really wasn't anything that they could do to him, it wasn't as if they where the Gestapo. Not wanting to be out done, Justin said he'd also be a Guinea pig. They all parted ways and headed off to different departments, Glen and Mark to sporting goods, Jeff to hair care, Matt to lawn and garden, and Mike and Manu to clothing. Micheal had decided to go to electronics and try to 'make off' with some CD's and Justin headed to jewelry.

At first it seemed like nothing was going to happen, Justin had been walking around with a nice watch in hoodie pocket for the past five mintues. He was about to pull it out and put it back when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and seen a young woman with auburn hair staring at him with a frown.

"Sir if you could follow me please."

He nodded and followed her, watching as her hair bounced against her back. She was dressed in blue jeans and a loose sweatshirt and tennis shoes. She lead him back through the double doors and towards a place in the back. He was confused, he had thought that shoplifters were taken to spot near the front to await the police. They went deeper into the back and he seen a bay for semi trucks that had been taped off.

They walked right up to it and she knocked on the door twice. It creaked open and he gasped when he seen Micheal stripped down his boxers and bound to a chair, his eyes covered with a cloth. Behind him sat a small propane camp stove with a cast iron skillet on it. Two other associates were standing next to it talking in low tones as they looked over at Justin and the other girl.

"Another one?" One of them asked. She had short brown hair with a pen sticking out of her pony tail.

"Yup."

"Hmmm. I say call the Prez and see what she wants done with them."

"She's already left for the night. But VP is here." The one next to Justin said.

"Call her."

Justin was lead over to another chair on the far side of the trailer. Cautiously he sat down, Phil's panicked scream about them cutting his eyelids off ringing in his ears. He suddenly wished that he had stayed at the bar and jerked when he felt hands on his wrists. A girl with short reddish hair was tying his arms down and before he could say anything a scrap of cloth was tied around his head, blocking his sight. He heard the hiss of the propane stove as it was lit and the clanging of the skillet being moved around.

"You guys can't do this to me!" Micheal yelled. "I'll sue this damned company for all it's worth."

"Sir, did you know that in some countries it's a law that if you're caught stealing then your hand is cut off?"

"You're going to cut off my hand?" Micheal asked and Justin could hear the slight quaver to his voice.

"No, too messy and Prez and VP says no blood is to be spilt."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Just teach you a lesson."

"And what's that going to be?"

"First we're going to brand you as a shoplifter. Now hold still this is going to hurt."

Justin heard the sound of sizzling flesh and winced as Micheal let out a yelp. The sound continued and every so often Micheal would let out a cry or moan of pain. Justin shivered as he pictured what they were going to do to him. The noises stopped and Micheal was sobbing quietly, begging to be let go, promising to never do it again. There was some snickering and then nothing. The room completely quieted down and Justin could hear his own heart beat thud loudly in the silence. He turned his head to and fro trying to pick something up but it didn't work. He jerked suddenly when he felt something cold pressed against his skin.

"Please don't hurt me." He whimpered.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You have been given a great honor." The voice was same as the girl that walked him back and Justin wanted to find comfort in it but after what he heard being done to Micheal he didn't know what to expect.

"A-and that is?"

"You are going to be the first test subject for the truth serum that we have to use on shoplifters."
Justin felt something being tied tight to his arm and then felt a stinging slap to the inside of his elbow, followed by a couple others.

"Is it legal? And safe?" He questioned.

"Legal....not exactly. Safe yes, unless I get the dosage wrong. Then it'll be fatal. Now hold still."

The stinging slaps continued and Justin knew that the girl was looking for his vein. They stopped and he heard her suck in a breath.

"Alright, now just hold still." She breathed.

Something pricked his skin and he jumped and began to speak hurriedly.

"Look lady, I'm not really a shoplifter. I work for the WWE and one of our guys came back freaked out of his head talking about evil Wal~Mart associates and me and few others wanted to know what scared him so bad. So we came in and decided to see what was up. We weren't really going to steal anything, we were curious."

Silence filled the area and he was afraid that she had left him alone. A minute later the makeshift blindfold was taken off and the girl next to him walked into view. It was the girl that brought him back. In her hand was a needle and in the other looked like an insulin bottle. She placed them on the table that was next to her and stared down at Justin. He squirmed a little bit, not liking the calculating look on her face.

"Where's Micheal?" Justin asked.

"He's....recuperating. Don't worry he's being taken good care of, the burns won't become infected." The off handed way she said it sent shivers down Justin's spine.

"Once Vince hears of this you all are going to go to jail." Justin said with false bravado.

"Please. Over what?"

"Scarring his talent."

Laughter erupted from around him and he turned his head to see that Micheal was still seated in the room but had been gagged. On his forehead was the word shoplifter written in black marker. Confused he looked around and seen that girls from earlier were looking at the one in front of him with wide grins.

"Let him in on it DK." The one with short brown hair said.

"Everything was a mind fuck." She said with a grin as she untied Justin's hands.

"What?" He rubbed his wrists and looked at her like she was crazy.

"We have too many shoplifters here, so we try to put the fear of god into them. We play with their senses. Nothing we did was real."

"But I heard the sound of flesh being burned and Micheal was yelping in pain."

"What you heard was the sound of water hitting the hot skillet and the sounds were from my girls pinching him."

Justin looked over and seen that Micheal had his head hung in shame. They had reduced him to tears but they hadn't done anything to him other then pinch him. A smile worked it's way onto Justin's face and he laughed until there were tears in his eyes. These women had their numbers, and they had been powerless to do anything about it.

"So you're going to let us go...right?"

"Of course, after we march you to the front of the store in nothing but your boxers in hand cuffs."

Justin's face fell, but the smile was back as an evil thought crossed it. He motioned the one called DK over and bent down to whisper in her ear. A minute later she pulled away with a grin of her own. She gathered her group and discussed what she had been told while Justin let Micheal in on it. Within minutes they were all smiling at one another and plotting.

"This is going to be good."

Post A/N: Alright, I'm going to play with the others, so which two men would you like to see set up next by these girls? Mark and Glen, Jeff and Matt, or Mike and Afa. And Micheal Hettinga is Mike Knox in case anyone is confused. Again this is a work of ficition and only for fun. Anyways the fates of these men are up to you my readers and if you have any ideas for 'torture' I give full credit to you if you don't mind me using it.