Chapter 1 – The Secret Relationship
Disclaimer: I own no one but my creations. The rest are owned by WWFE, Vince McMahon, and of course…themselves.
A/N: Let's call this a sequel to To Tame The Wild Beast. Kay? Kay. ^_~
Dedications: Dedicated to all the people who read and loved the first one…this especially goes out to Crimson Gem, Felicia, VF, Tiara, and Sarah who if not for their comments and prodding this story, no, even the last story, would not be possible. You were the guys who kept me going, even when writer's block hit! ^_^
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"Checkmate!"
All three men looked toward Kurt Angle as he grinned widely back at them.
"Kurt, you idiot, checkmate is in chess." Raven pointed out with a deadpan look.
"Who invited him anyway?" Jericho asked, smashing the cards to the table.
"He has free rule because he's Sam's cousin, remember?" Rob responded with a smirk.
"Hello! Can hear you here!" Kurt pouted.
Kurt continued to look blank as the trio rolled their eyes at the obviously clueless individual. They were around a pretty cheap table given to them by the stadium, and, in pure APA style, were playing cards and basically wasting time. Now, while the fact that if anyone saw them hanging out together there would obviously be a big problem because of that silly 'our companies are trying to destroy each other so no contact with the other side' rule that all four were at that moment under. Of course, the table had been situated in the locker room of Jericho, who was by far the messiest and thus the best place to hide people if a need for it would make itself appear.
"Where IS Sam, anyway?" Rob asked, putting in another dollar into the bet.
"You're her boyfriend, you should know." Jericho commented idly. "Ante up."
"Ants? Where?" Kurt asked, making a face.
"Not ants, ante…it's…never mind." Jericho sighed. "This game is stupid anyway. I don't know how those guys can play this all the time."
"Usually has beer." Raven commented, putting his cards down before stretching.
"I don't like beer." Kurt added, beaming.
"Permission to strangle him?" Jericho grumbled, glancing at Rob.
"Denied. That's Sam's job, remember?"
"There will be no strangling!" Kurt pouted.
"Yeah, your neck is too big anyway." Jericho rolled his eyes.
"Are you saying my neck is…"
"Boys, boys, stop fighting!"
The four looked up and Rob's face brightened. There stood Sam, sporting a very punk look. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail, and she was adorned in very baggy army pants, a black tee, and around her neck was a black collar. She winked at them and gave them thumbs up with a lopsided smile.
"Lookin' hot." Jericho commented. Rob shot him a look. "What! She does!"
"I would appreciate you not verbally checking out my girlfriend, Blondie." Rob replied before walking over to Sam. She giggled at him and gave him a small kiss.
"Is Mr. Cool getting jealous?" she teased. "I could see why, Chris does have such a sexy body…"
"SAM!"
"What! He does!" she laughed.
"People say I'm a hero." Kurt said proudly, who was still sitting with Raven. Raven stared at Sam oddly, and Kurt just smirked at that. "You know you can never have her." He explained calmly when the three had their backs turned to them.
"What? I mean…I don't want her." He replied shaking his head, turning to the self-proclaimed hero.
"Right, and those google eyes are just some kinda eye condition?" he teased. Raven glared at him and said nothing. "I know it's been hard without Molly, but come on…my cousin?"
Before he could reply, Sam walked over and glanced at the two.
"Kurtie, what did I tell you about bothering Raven, huh?" she tutted, then smiled widely at Raven. "Sorry about my cousin…I know he's a pain sometimes."
"It's all right." He replied dully. He stood up, giving a slight shrug. "I have to go now…goodbye."
Sam raised a brow as Raven started to leave. "Hey Raven, what's up? You alright?" Sam called after him. He didn't answer, but simply closed the door behind him. Immediately Sam whirled to face her cousin who again had the blank expression on his face. "Kurt! What did you do to him?"
"What! I just told him…mfmfh…" Kurt was cut off by Jericho who had clamped his mouth shut.
"He shouldn't waste his breath…doesn't have too many brain cells anymore." Jericho said quickly. Sam raised a brow, a bit confused.
"He must still be kinda upset about how Molly dumped him." Sam frowned. "I should go after him…"
"But what about…" Rob said, stepping forward.
"Rob, you know how he gets when he's all depressed." She interjected. "I'll only be a minute, I promise."
"…Fine, but be quick, alright? I'm starting to think making you make friends was a bad idea." He replied, though his voice held good-humor.
Rob watched her walk out, then frowned slightly.
"I don't know what she sees in that guy. I mean he scares me." Kurt commented idly.
"I think he's good for her. Can get to the parts I can't get too." Rob shrugged, turning to Kurt and Chris. "It's the deep thinkers club and we aren't in it."
"Hey, I can write poetry and that's deep! Here's my Benoit one…"
"PLEASE don't." Kurt stopped him. "Even I get a headache from that."
"Benoit poem?" Rob asked, confused.
"Yeah, it was before you guys came. He read a poem that basically made fun of Benoit." Kurt explained. "And it sucked, may I add."
"Isn't that the guy you're like best friends with?" Rob asked with a raised brow.
"Er…yes…" he nodded.
"They hated each other back in the day, though." Kurt added.
"Ah. I see. Hm, that's funny, will that happen to you and Ms. McMahon?" Rob teased the blonde. He made a face.
"Trust me, I would never be wasted enough for me to be civil to that…to that…" he shuddered.
"Uh-huh." Rob chuckled.
Meanwhile, Sam was searching for the ever-elusive Raven, who of course had made himself disappear from sight. She hated when he did it, especially because she wasn't the best searcher, and he was the best at becoming invisible.
"Raven, you know I'll never find you if you don't make yourself appear." She said out loud, feeling a bit idiotic talking to herself more or less. "And I need to get ready for a match, so let's make this easy, alright? You just pop up like you ALWAYS do."
"What's the match this time?" She jumped at the voice, and looked up to see Raven relaxing on top of a pretty big crate.
"Right on time." Sam rolled her eyes.
"You didn't have to come find me." He said passively.
"Why, wanted to brood on your own?" she teased. She held an arm up and he pulled her up to the top of the box. She sat next to him, letting her legs dangle down over the wooden object. He stayed silent. "You know I'm gonna make you tell me what's wrong."
"Yeah." He muttered, rolling his eyes.
"So out with it, Raven." She prodded him. "It's 'coz of Molly, right?"
He looked at her. "Yeah…that's it." He shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Hey Sam, can I ask for your opinion on something?"
"Sure, shoot." She chuckled. "You know, after all the advice you gave me, it's nice to be asked for some for once."
"Yeah…well…uh…say there's this guy…" he looked down. "And he really really loved someone, but that someone all ready was going out with someone, and was completely happy with that relationship." He looked at her. "What should he do?"
"Hmm…not sure who you're talking about Rav, but if I were you, I'd wait it out and see what happens…if they break up, you could definitely get some points for being the shoulder she cries on."
"Yeah, I guess so." He responded. "Listen, you better go catch up with Rob. Don't want you to be late for your match."
"Yeah, true. You'll watch?" she asked.
"Of course. It's always fun to watch you make men cry." He managed a half-smile.
"It's what I do best." She nodded. "Catch you later, Raven."
"Yeah, goodbye."
She knew he was still bothered by something, but knew she would have to question him further later. She left him and walked back toward the locker room. Rob, however, met her halfway.
"He alright now?"
"Probably not, but I tried." She responded with a shrug. Rob let his arm wrap around her waist.
"You know, I bet if you thought about it, you'd realize just how much you've changed, Sam." Rob teased.
"I can still kick your ass." She responded with a smirk.
"Sounds like a challenge." Rob stated.
"I love fighting you." Sam stated with a simple shrug.
"Like rollin' around with me, do you?" he asked slyly.
"You wish."
"I don't have too." He winked suggestively at her.
"If this is a pathetic attempt at getting into my pants, it's not working." She pushed him away with a finger. "Wrestling with you in front of a million plus people doesn't whip me into a sexual frenzy, thanks."
"You are so not any fun." Rob replied with a small pout.
"You know I wouldn't be half as fun if I didn't keep you on your toes." She stated, grinning at him. "You don't want a girl that'll just go when you say go, do ya?"
"Well actually…"
"And if you say what I think you're going to say, you can forget even touching me never mind anything ELSE."
"You're absolutely right, dear. You're the only girl for me. Ever. I love you very very much." He said quickly.
"You even suck and sucking up." She replied with a raised brow.
"And you know you love me for that."
"I love you because you're stupid? Sounds right." She grinned.
"We shouldn't be this close, you know." She pointed out. "Not supposed to be together, remember?"
"No one's watching us." He said, linking his arm with hers. "Haven't got caught yet, have we?"
"Still…" she sighed. "I don't want either of us to get in trouble. You'd probably get the brunt of it, too. You know how much your company loves me."
"Stop worrying, Sam." Rob responded comfortingly. "We'll work through anything, I promise."
With a loud sigh, she allowed herself to lean against him as they walked.
"I believe you." She responded with a nod. He smiled at her.
"I love you Sam…and nothing could stop me from that, not even a hundred people beating my body to a bloody pulp." He paused. "Wow, that sounds kinda painful now that I think about it…"
"If we ever decide to get married, remind me to write the vows." She rolled her eyes.
"Hey! I thought that was good." He pouted.
"Word of advice, sweetie, when trying to woo a girl, you don't mention pulp and bloody in the same breath you said 'I love you'." She shook her head.
"Why not?" he blinked.
"I really hope you're slow on purpose sometimes." She groaned.
"Nope! I'm slow all the time…wait…" he paused. "That was a diss, wasn't it?"
"In the nicest way, Rob. In the nicest way." She patted his shoulder.
He pouted but soon grew a perfectly evil grin on his face. He suddenly pulled her into a playful headlock, and she wiggled in his grip.
"Rob! Lemme go! This ain't right! Don't make me kick your ass right now!" she said as he continued to keep the hold. She swung her weight into him as best she could, though apparently that was not the smartest idea.
They both sort of flew into the wall near them, RVD slumping down as his back connected. It really didn't hurt either of them, it more or less stunned them for a second as now they were both on the ground, Sam half tangled with her boyfriend. Out of nowhere they both started laughing, the whole scene funny to probably them. She untangled herself from him and sat next to him, shaking her head at the insanity of the moment.
"We both need help, I think." Sam said, thoughtfully. She blushed when she noticed him staring at her. "What?"
"I meant what I said before, you know." He stated with a beam.
"I know." She smiled, then pulled him into a kiss. "And I'd still love you even if you were a bloody pulp."
"Now who's bad at being romantic?" he teased.
"Just reiterating." She nodded innocently.
Neither of them noticed that a single form was watching them. The shadowy figure ducked more into the shadows as the two got up. As the two started to walk away, the figure attempted to follow, only to be stopped by another person.
"What are you doing?" Raven asked, eyeing the person cautiously. He couldn't make out who it was, and had no time to think about it. The person suddenly produced a pipe and smacked Raven with it. Not ready to take the blow, he was left helpless when it came toward him, and thus slumped down, holding his now bleeding wound. The person scampered off, dropping the pipe as he or she went.
"Aw, fuck." Raven groaned, looking at the blood that covered his hand. He staggered up, looking around, but found no one was there. Whoever just attacked him had definitely run off. He looked at the pipe as he held his head. He glanced toward where he thought his attacker had went. "What the hell was that about?"
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TBC…