Risk To Be Conspired

Raw SuperShow, September 19th ,2011

Miz and Truth's eyes had a glint of confusion mixing in with the anger swirling around with their attack on Triple H. I kept to myself, quite typically, sitting in the only chair that was filled, while Raw's roster, and a few of SmackDown's roster tried to split the raging feud. It was in this confusion when it hit me.

There was a conspiracy. I kept trying to deny it, but it was true. Truth was right. Christian was too, sort of. Almost everyone knew it and had some connection to it. Cena, Punk, Miz, Del Rio, Truth, even Christian, they experienced it. Hunter, Nash, Laurinaitis, Stephanie...the list goes on, they started it. And they are denying it. I could easily be shoved in that list, just because I am SmackDown's GM. I should've already known about the conspiracy, for that same reason. But I'm just realizing that...

I sat there, staring, as the two men were thrown out of the arena. I shouldn't be caring, really. People get fired all the time, and people get rehired all the time.

People get rehired all the time...

Nah, I can't rehire Miz and Truth. Hunter will never allow it. Or maybe there is a way...but then again, nobody will agree, board of directors-wise. And fake Ids are illegal, right? Should I take the risk? Join the rebels...

"Teddy? Hello? Raw's over, you can leave.".

My head snapped up.

"Huh? Oh...Sorry, I was thinking...".

"God, I'm out of it...How do you manage it?", Hunter continued.

I shrugged.

"Ya think I never get wound up?".

Hunter's cellphone rang.

"Steph...". He walked away, leaving me to sulk again.

I looked up. Everyone was gone except for a custodian.

I wonder where Miz and Truth went...

I stood up and opened the back door. I stepped out into the glare of the Cleveland streetlights. A thought crossed my mind.

"Miz! Truth...", I yelled.

Those two probably never even left the property, it's not expected. The majority of those fired stick around, and go find some unlucky soul to whine to.

"I know you two are still here!". Two shadows crossed through the light. I heard fragments of Truth-isms, and some of Miz's.

R-Truth walked out.

"Why you here Mister Long? YOU SUPPORTIN DA LITTLE JIMMYS!", he yelled.

"No, I am not supporting da little Jimmys", I eyed him.

"Wait, your not? How can you not be part of this conspiracy?", Miz walked out of the shadows.

"You don't see me altering matches to make my favourite win, or fire whoever gets on my back...".

"Cough, Vickie, Cough", Truth grinned.

"If she was the assistant to McMahon, she woulda been fired back in 07' 08'", I muttered.

"What about Christian? He thinks you are the center of a conspiracy about him.", Miz said smartly.

"All I did was give him one, cough, twenty, cough, more match", I replied, staring at Truth. "Look, I came lookin for you playas to join the SmackDown roster...".

"Wait, what?".

A bit too outdated, but I published what I left off on. I might make a more updated version of this story, anyhow R&R!