WWE's New Reality Show: Backstabbers -
''Maybe we should..'' Cena began as he took a step forward, only for Trish to hold a hand out against his chest signaling for him to stop.
''No, no. She's like this because of me, so I should be the one to go speak with her.'' She replied, as she then began up the hall, hearing Cena began to follow behind her. ''Alone.'' She shot back, glancing back over her shoulder, before continuing up the hall.
'Because of you?' He wanted to ask, not exactly understanding what she meant by that, but it definitely being a subject that he'd want to address later. He stood there rather dumbfound, still questioning what Trish could've meant by that as he watched her disappear up the hall.
Trish ran up the hall, looking both ways on each intersecting hall she'd passed. But she still hadn't caught any sight of Mickie. ''Where could she have gone?'' She asked herself, as she ran through the double doors, down the sidewalk over towards the hotel they were staying in. Once she'd finally arrived over at the building she immediately threw open the door, startling the hotel clerk as she did so, and ran around the front counter over towards the stairs.
''Wooo… You startled me for a second there.'' The hotel clerk shouted, with a chuckle as he held his hand over his heart. ''Welcome back Mrs. Stratus.'' He said in a calmer voice, watching her as she ran up the stairs.
''Thank you. Nice to see you again Paul.'' She yelled back, as she made it half way up the stairs, stopping for a quick second to look down over the rail and flash him a quick smile before continuing on up them. She was almost completely out of breath by the time she'd reached the top, and slowed down a bit, but continued to try and jog through the hall looking for room 903. ''897, 899, 901, 903…'' She then ran over and knocked three times on the door.
''Go away!'' Mickie yelled, as she continued to throw all her belongings into her suitcase.
''Mickie, open the door. It's me Trish.'' Trish called out, from outside of her door.
''I know, that's why I said go away!'' Mickie replied, looking over at the door as she zipped up her suitcase and dragged it off her bed onto the floor. ''I hate you! I wish we'd never met!''
''You don't mean that.'' Trish replied back, resting her ear against the door, and putting her right hand down on the door handle.
''I so do!'' Mickie yelled back, as she grabbed her makeup bag off her bed, and took it in the bathroom, and began to bag up all her makeup and her hairstyling utensils.
Trish let out a deep sigh, as she turned the knob, and walked into Mickie's hotel room. Quietly shutting the door behind her.
''As a matter of fact, I hate you so much that I now hope to never see you again!'' She fussed, growing silent when Trish appeared in the door way.
''If you never want to see me again, try locking the door next time.'' Trish replied, looking over at the door then turning her attention back to Mickie.
''Trish, what do you want?'' Mickie ask clearly showing her irritation with Trish's presence, as she crouched down, and opened the cabinet and began pulling out all of her shampoo's and lotions and placing them down in her bag. ''I mean, you've already gotten Cena, what else could you possibly want from me?'' She asked as she glared over at Trish, before she went back to packing up her things.
Trish rolled her eyes at the assumptions Mickie had made, ''Mickie, I don't want Cena.'' Trish replied, looking down at Mickie as she stopped removing her stuff from under the cabinet and looked up at her again. ''I honestly don't even understand where you'd ever even gotten that idea from.''
Mickie then stood up to her feet, now locking eyes with Trish. ''Trish you don't have to lie to me. I mean it's so obvious. You two were practically flirting in front of me. And not just mean, you two did it in front of everybody!'' Mickie sighed at the thought, bending back down and grabbing the last few bottles from under the counter. ''Ask anyone, I'm sure I'm not the only one that got that awkward vibe from seeing you two.''
''Mickie, I barely said two words to the guy.'' Trish retorted, as she watched Mickie pull the last three bottles from under the cabinet.
''Trish you didn't have to say anything, your body language said it all.'' Mickie argued, as she finished putting all of her bottles in her bag, and picked it up off the ground, standing up straight and turning to face Trish, now with the bag in hand.
Trish was totally oblivious to what she'd done to make Mickie think she was interested in Cena. She tried to reflect back to what all had happened back in the breakfast room, but she'd barley spoken to Cena the whole time they were there, and could hardly remember coming in contact with him at all. ''Could you refresh my memory?'' Trish asked, not liking the feel of feeling guilty, and not being able to understand why she felt that way.
''Okay.'' Mickie said, as she placed her makeup bag down on the counter, and walked over to the side of Trish and began running her fingers gently over her back. ''Ring any bells?'' She asked, as she stopped, and reached over and picked her bag back up.
''Okay?'' Trish said, not being able to understand how Mickie got jealous over that.
Mickie rolled her eyes afterwards letting out a sigh of frustration when she looked over at Trish. ''You don't get it do you?'' Mickie fussed.
''I honestly don't.'' Trish agreed, still not seeing any reason of why Mickie thought she was interested in Cena.
''Well you might not see it, but I do.'' Mickie frowned, as she walked over to the Tub, taking a seat down on the edge of it, as she looked down at her makeup bag that she now held in her lap. ''Trish, whenever he's around you he treats me different.''
Trish raised a brow at that, ''Different? Different how?''
''I mean like, when we're alone together. He'll talk to me as if we may have a future together, and then once you come around you seem to be all that matters to him.'' Mickie said, her words coming out a tad unclear as she allowed her emotions to get the best of her. Being able to feel her heart breaking at the thought of how different John treats her when he's around Trish. ''Trish, he's the only guy that I've found any interest in in a while.'' She said through a muffled cry. ''I just, I really like him, and I..'' Her voice trailed off, she then reached over, and grabbed some tissue from the roll, all the time refusing to look up at Trish.
Trish walked over and took a seat down beside her, gently rubbing her back as she began to speak to her. ''Mickie, I promise you I'd never try to interfere in your relationship with Cena.'' Trish said, as she continued to run her hand over her back in a circular motion. ''Especially now that I know you like him.'' Trish paused for a brief second to reaching over Mickie and pull her a few more sheets of Tissue off the roll and held them over to her. ''I'm a fair girl, I remember the girl code, on never dating your best friends crush.'' At the word best friend Mickie finally looked over at Trish, ''Besides, Cena's not the one that interest me anyways.'' Trish said, shyly, turning her attention downward to the tile on the floor, as he cheeks began to turn red at the thought of knowing that this was a secret she'd never told anyone.
''Really?'' Mickie asked, as she sat up and wiped her eyes. She watched as Trish bit down on her bottom lip, and a smile formed on her face. ''Who?''
Trish blushed at the thought of him, ''I can't tell you that.'' Trish replied, ''And besides I'm married, it's kind of too late for me to still be crushing on him so...''
''But still, I can't believe your crushing on one of the guys.'' Mickie said, all in awe mode as she quickly used the tissue to wipe her nose, before reaching over and throwing it in the trash can. ''Well can you at least tell me if he's on the current roster?''
''No can do.'' Trish smiled, ''If I told you that, it'd give it away.''
''Okay, fine. Well does this guy know you like him?'' Mickie asked, as she watched Trish stand back up to her feet.
''You know.. I honestly don't know.'' Trish shrugged. ''But again, it doesn't really matter. Since I am a married woman now.''
''Married women have affairs all the time.'' Mickie pointed out, ''Besides, not like your husband would know about it.''
Trish shook her head at that, being surprised that Mickie could even promote and affair. Seeing as she gets jealous so easily. ''I love my husband too much.''
''I understand.'' Mickie said, ''So again, you say he's not on the current roster?'' Mickie asked, hoping Trish would slip up and give her some kind of hint.
''Hmm… Maybe.'' Trish shrugged, never being one to be very gullible.
''Okay, fine I'm done guessing.'' Mickie said in a defeated tone, as she climbed up to her feet. ''I'm just happy it isn't Cena.''
Trish rolled her eyes at that, as they headed out of the bathroom together. ''So anyways, do you want me to help you unpack?'' Trish asked, as she looked over at all the dressers that were still hanging out.
''Um, no thanks.'' Mickie replied back, figuring she was as good as eliminated anyways, since she'd practically thrown the game.
Trish then walked over beside her, ''You sure?'' She asked, placing a hand down on her shoulder.
''Yeah, I'm fine.'' Mickie replied, turning over to Trish. ''So anyways, if you want to go ahead and go back to the event and see who won, you can.''
''Um, no I'm fine.'' Trish replied, happy that she'd finally gotten Mickie all cheered up. ''Their probably going to just be talking about a lot of stuff that I wouldn't care about anyways, so I guess I'm free to chill with you for a while.'' Trish continued, as she sat down on the edge of Mickie's bed.
''Okay.'' Mickie said with a smile, as she sat down next to her, with her left leg hanging halfway off the bed.
Trish watched her for a moment, as her gaze drifted down to the floor and noticed that she seemed to be distracted by something. ''Something on your mind?'' Trish asked, furrowing a brow at her, finally receiving a lazy smile as Mickie looked over at her.
''Um, yeah.'' Mickie admitted, as she looked over at Trish. ''Trish, I was wondering could you do a favor for me?'' She asked, as she scooted a little further up on the bed.
''It just depends what it is.'' Trish replied, watching Mickie as her smile began to fade and she seemed to be holding a look of doubt.
''Well..'' Mickie began, as she again turned her gaze downward and began playing with her thumbs. ''Trish, I honestly think I'll be going home tonight.'' Mickie said, as she looked up at Trish, not being able to immediately read her features, but it seemed to be a mixture of interest and uncertainty. ''Trish and I just, I don't like the thought of John being all over you after I leave.'' She watched as Trish mouthed out the word 'Oh', but continued listening on to her. ''Trish, would you please switch over to the other team?'' She asked, with pleading eyes. ''I mean, I don't think I could stand to watch the show after it airs, if Cena's going to be all over you every episode. So please Trish.''
This plea didn't really surprise Trish, the look she held right now was more about the thought of Mickie seriously thinking anything could be going on between her and Cena. Trish raised her left hand to run it through her hair, and when she did so Mickie immediately leaned over and laid in her lap a she began to sob.
''Please Trish.'' She continued to beg, ''Can you please do this for your best friend. If you do this for me, i'll never ask you for anything ever again.''
Trish's eyes grew big at this, and began to pat her back, feeling a tad uncomfortable. ''Uh… yeah, yeah of course.'' Trish said, as she then began to rub her back, to try and calm her. ''I'll go talk to Dwayne, right now.''
''Really?'' Mickie asked, as she sat up a bit to look up at Trish.
''Yes, of course.'' Trish replied back, as she stood up off the bed creating a comfortable amount of space between her and Mickie.
''Thank you so much Trish!'' She squealed, as she hopped up off the bed, and ran over giving Trish a big hug. ''You really are the best friend that a girl could ever ask for.'' She smiled, as she rest her head down on Trish's shoulder, holding her close.
''Um, thanks Mickie.'' Trish replied, as she patted Mickie's back, really beginning to feel uncomfortable when Mickie gently began running her fingers gently up and down her spine. ''Uh, Mickie…'' She called out.
Mickie, backed away enough for her to be able to look into Trish's eyes. ''Trish, it's just wow.'' She said, as she continued, holding them tightly together. ''I think you're the only super star, that ever showed me that they genuinely care about me. And I just want you to know, that I genuinely care about you too.'' She said, as she moved her eyes down from Trish's to her lips, biting down on her bottom lip before she leaned in and attempted to kiss her.
Trish then pushed her away from her, ''Mickie, wha-what are you doing?'' She asked, the look of uncomfortable shock definitely revealed on her face.
''Trish, oh my god!'' She said, as she covered her mouth, ''Trish I'm so.. I'm so sorry.'' She began quickly trying to apologize, taking a step towards Trish only for Trish to back away, watching her as she began towards the door.
''I'll just- I should go...'' Trish said, as she pointed back behind her. ''I'll talk to Dwayne, and see if I can get a team transfer, if it'll make you comfortable. Just enjoy your flight.'' Trish said, as she turned away from Mickie and walked out the door.
Mickie let out a frustrated sigh, as she watched the door close behind her. ''Oh man, what did I do?'' She asked herself, feeling embarrassed, at knowing her idol was going to now feel so uncomfortable around her. ''Fuck!'' She yelled, as she sat back down on the edge of her bed, and began massaging her temples to try and relax.
Meanwhile
Matt Stryker looked confusingly over at the exit door, near the back of the room that Mickie, John and Trish had all ran out through. He was unsure of what all had just taken place, but he was sure which team was the winner for this event. ''Um.. Seems as though, we've just had a little disagreement.'' Matt said, as he turned his attention over to the camera. ''Seems as though, team Cenation has just wasted an event, along with some good pudding.''
''Matt will you please SHUT THE HEEEEELLLLLLLLLL UP!'' Jericho yelled out, from over at his teams table. ''I mean, we've been in here long enough as it is. Can you just announce my team as the winner, and let us leave without telling any more of your corny ass jokes. I mean seriously, they weren't funny yesterday! They weren't funny ten minutes, and problably won't be funny tomorrow! So just stick to reading your cue cards and lets get this show on the road!''
''Be sure to cut that out.'' He mouthed, maintaining his positivity regardless of Jericho's constant attempts to heckle him. ''Okay, well it looks as though Team Bring it has won the first event. Which means..'' He turned around to face team Cenations table. ''That someone on team Cenation will be eliminated tonight.''
''Man, that's jank!'' R-Truth yelled out, throwing his hands up in frustration that they loss by a thrown game.
''Yes, that does stink.'' Matt said, mishearing him. ''But rules are rules.'' He said, having to be reminded not to look directly at the camera by the camera man. ''Okay, so team Bring it.'' He called, turning over to the team Captain. ''Tonight shall be the first elimination, for a member from team Cenation. That means that all your team members are safe for tonight, and are free to go back to your rooms.''
''About time.'' Jericho barked, as he stood up from his seat. ''I thought we were about to have to hear him tell another one of those crappy jokes that he tends to find so hilarious.'' Jericho fussed as he began to head towards the back entrance.
''Uh, you don't mind if I take this to go do you?'' Austin asked, as he picked up his plate off the table. ''Haven't finished eating it all yet.''
''Uh… help yourself.'' Styker replied, a little grossed out, but deciding not to comment, as he watched Team Bring it began to head out the door. ''So anyways team Cenation, tonight will be the night that you all will vote off a member of your team.'' He said, as he turned his attention back over to team Cenation, no surprise to him that all of them seemed a tad aggravated. ''The voting process will consist of each of you writing down a person on your team, that you feel is the least beneficial for it. Do not, and I repeat Do not discuss your decisions with anyone on your team. We shall meet down by the water fall tonight at 8pm sharp. So it seems you guys have atleast 6 hours to think it all over. Please try not to be late.'' The meeting then was closed as everyone in team Cenation looked around for who they might want to vote off.
''WoooooooooHooooooooo!'' Lita cheered, as her and the rest of Team Bring It celebrated during their walk down the hall.
''Man, I can't believe it!'' Layla said, as she walked out of the breakfast room with both hands held on the side of her face, from shock. ''I mean of all plates, yours was the one that won us the match!'' She squealed as she hugged her best friend, surprised Michelle was now beginning to look like she was enjoying herself.
''I know right.'' She replied back, returning Layla's quick hug as her and the rest of Team Bring It continued up the hall. ''It was definitely unexpected.''
''That it was.'' Kurt cut in, getting all eyes on him. ''But you do know, if Mickie wasn't so bitter about something regarding Cena and Trish then chances are we would've loss, right?''
''Are you kidding me?'' Dwayne snapped back, stopping where he was and glaring over at Kurt in disbelief.
''Oh, it's true. It's damn true.'' Kurt replied back, ''Because if you were actually paying any attention to the match then you would've noticed that, Matt was stuffing his face, with what looked like 4-5 roaches at a time, while I saw Austin over there talking about seconds.''
''Well hell, I was running low.'' Austin fussed, ''That plate would've been an appetizer for me, had I not asked for a couple more alligator tails.''
''Does it matter?'' Lita cut in, ''The main thing is that we won.''
''True.'' Kurt said, everyone else being able to nod in agreement with that statement as they continued up the hall. ''But to think, if Mickie wasn't such a jealous whack job-'' Kurt began receiving glares from everyone around him, giving him the hint that maybe he just needed to shut up.
''Well moving on…'' Jackie mumbled, before looking over at Dwayne. ''We should have a victory celebration.''
''Yeah, I agree.'' Layla said, with an excited smile as she too turned her attention to Dwayne.
Dwayne looked around at everyone, noticing all eyes seemed to be on him. ''Uh, fine by me.'' He responded, ''But, it won't be in my room.'' He heard a couple people groan when he said that, ''What? I just don't want beer cans and shit everywhere. Try Austin's place.''
''What?'' Austin replied, in a disapproving tone.
''What are you whatin for?'' The Rock shot back, ''Every time I see you, your holding a case of beer. So The Rock is pretty sure your use to a trashed room, that oozes the smell of booze.''
''Well yeah.'' Austin nodded in agreement, ''But that's because I make it that way. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let someone else come in my space, and trash it!''
''Well how about if we promise to cleanup afterwards?'' Chyna asked, putting on an innocent face.
''Well that all depends.'' Austin said, as he rubbed his chin.
''On what?'' Chyna asked.
''Who's bringing the beer.'' Austin replied, letting a smile graze his lips as they all headed through the double doors, that led over to the outside.
''No worries, we've got that covered.'' Taker cut in. ''I'll get them this time.''
''Okay good.'' Austin said, as they began up the sidewalk towards their hotel building.
Dwayne slowed down, and looked behind him noticing that Jeff had been amazingly quiet this whole day. And had been dragging behind for a while now. Dwayne then decided to walk over and see what was wrong with him. ''What's up with you?'' He asked raising a brow at his fellow co-star.
''Nothing.'' Jeff replied, looking over at him, then over at the tree's that hid the sun.
''You sure?'' He asked, looking passed Jeff and up at the tree's. ''You seem sorta off.''
''Yeah, I'm fine.'' He replied back, focusing fully on the sun, as he watched it travel alongside him.
''Okay man.'' Dwayne replied, continuing the rest of their walk in silence as they followed slowly behind the others.
The truth was, Jeff was anything but fine. At the moment he'd wished that he would've volunteered to take part in the first event. Then he could've thrown the game, and possibly gotten himself sent home tonight. The whole day, he'd been getting the vibe that something didn't want him there. That that something didn't want any of them there. He felt as though they were trespassing on some unmarked land, and felt the fear that all of them would soon be penalized for it. He frowned as they continued walking, finally reaching the hotel and saw as the sun began to fade behind the building, and sighed as he went in.
''Hey Trish, long time no see.'' Chyna called out, as she saw Trish walking up the hall towards them, as they finished making it up the stairs.
''Oh, hey Chyna. Hey Jackie.'' Trish said, giving them a quick wave as she walked over. ''Um, have either of you seen Dwayne?''
''Uh, yeah.'' Chyna replied back, noticing Trish seemed to be distracted by something behind her. ''He'll be up in a minute.''
''Trish sweetie, are you running from something?'' Miss Jackie asked rather curiously, as she walked over and touched Trish's arm.
Trish then looked passed them to see Lita and Lay-Cool walking up the stairs.
''Hey Trish.'' Lita said with a wave, as she walked over and stood on the other side of Jacqueline.
''Hey.'' Trish said as she waved back, quickly glancing behind her once more as she heard a door open.
''Errr.. Is Mickie okay?'' Lita asked, raising a brow at Trish's funny behavior.
''Um.. Yeah. She's fine.'' Trish replied, as she slid her hands in her back pockets and began rocking slightly.
''Well that's good.'' Lita replied back, as they all looked over as Austin and the rest of the guys walked passed them.
''Um excuse me one second.'' Trish said, as she walked over to Dwayne, who raised a brow at her. ''Dwayne, can I talk to you for a second?''
''Uh..'' Dwayne looked over at his team who was all standing there waiting for him to come on. ''I'll catch up in a few.'' He replied to them, waiting for everyone to continue on up the hall before he turned his attention over to Trish. ''Okay, what is it that is on your mind Mrs. Stratus?''
''Um, this isn't exactly private enough.'' Trish replied, ''Mind if we go to your room?''
Dwayne looked around noticing there was now no one else around but him and Lita, who'd stayed behind he figured waiting for Trish. ''Uh, sure.'' He looked over at Lita who had her arms crossed over her chest, as she watched them head over to Dwayne's room and by the look on her face, she looked just as confused as he did.
Dwayne walked in holding the door open for her, until she walked into the center of the living room. ''You want something to drink?'' He offered, as he closed the door and put his room key back in his jeans pocket.
''Um, no I'm fine.'' She turned to him and replied.
''Oh okay.'' He said as he leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her for a minute. ''Something bothering you?'' He asked, as he stood up from the door and walked over to her after a short moment of silence.
''Um, no. Not at all. Why?'' She asked, looking up at him.
''Well, you said you had something to talk to me about. And you've yet to say what's on your mind.'' He replied back.
''Errr.. Mind if we sit down?'' She asked as she gestured over towards the sofa, not waiting for a reply before she walked passed him and took a seat down on the arm.
''Uh… sure?'' He replied back, looking over at her. Figuring it must be something serious, for her to be so nervous. He then walked around the sofa and took a seat down on the cushion, looking up at her. ''Okay, we're sitting. So again, what's on your mind?''
''Okay, um..'' She started, as she starred down at her hands that were enclosed in her lap, before letting out a tired sigh as she looked over at him. ''Dwayne, I don't think I want to be here anymore.'' She said in a low voice, a little above a whisper. But loud enough for him to hear her.
''Wait, Why?'' He asked, looking over at her in disbelief. Never knowing Trish to ever be a quitter. He then watched her as she lowered her head, and shrugged her shoulders.
''I just miss being home.'' Trish replied back, as she looked back over at him.
''That's understandable.'' He replied, being understanding of that type of situation. ''I've been home sick before.'' He then added, looking up into her eyes. ''Use to feel that way, every city we road to when I was back on Raw.'' He then reached up and placed his left hand on top of hers (Which were still enclosed in her lap) and began to brush it with his thumb as he continued to speak. ''But I knew I couldn't allow it to stop me from taking care of my business. And I don't think you should allow it to effect yours either. Besides The Great One has never seen you as a quitter, and this might be our last encounter for a while, please do not leave him to remember you as one.'' He starred into her eyes for a moment, being able to tell that being home sick wasn't the only thing on her mind. He then released her hand, as he stood up from the couch and headed into the kitchen.
Trish looked down at her hands, and could see the light from the kitchen up against the wall at the corner of her eye. She frowned to herself, as the thought of her idol thinking of her as a quitter for the rest of her life played over and over again in her head. Letting out a deep sigh, before climbing down off the arm of the sofa and standing up to her feet.
He watched her from this wall that allowed you to see in the kitchen from the living room, and frowned at the thought of her being about to leave. ''Patricia.'' He called out, watching her, as she stood up from the sofa.
Trish was surprised to know that Dwayne even knew her real name. She turned towards him, raising a brow as she watched him step out of the kitchen, and stand out in the doorway. ''Um, yes Dwayne?'' She answered.
''Is something going on with you and Cena?'' He asked, as he leaned up against the door frame.
Trish was purely shocked at all the accusations everyone had been making. ''No, Dwayne nothing is going on with me and John.'' She sighed ''Why does everyone keep asking me that?'' She asked herself aloud as she rubbed her forehead.
''Sorry.'' He apologized, ''But that was why Mickie ran out of the breakfast room wasn't it?''
Trish ran her hand through her hair one quick time, as she nodded to him.
''I see.'' He replied, furrowing a brow. ''Well do you like Cena?''
''Well yes, of course.'' She replied back, ''But not as she thinks.''
''And how does she think you like him?'' Dwayne then asked, as he stood up straight, from against the door frame.
''As more than a friend I guess.'' Trish sighed, ''But she doesn't understand that I'm a married woman, and I do love my husband.''
''Still that doesn't mean anything in this time and age.'' Dwayne replied, as he walked over towards her. ''Just because you're married to someone doesn't mean that you're not capable of finding interest in someone else. It happens all the time.''
''I know that Dwayne.'' Trish deadpanned, feeling like she really didn't need this lecture right now. ''I never said that it isn't possible to find interest in someone else while being married. All that I'm trying to say is that I love my husband, and I would never cheat on him with anyone.''
''Okay, then why are you leaving?''
Now that she thought about it, she honestly didn't know. She looked up at this man that stood before her, he seemed as though he could see right through her. Just something about him, made her feel like he could almost read her mind. ''Because Mickie feels like she's as good as gone at this point. And she feels like If I stay on team Cenation, Cena's going to be all over me the rest of the show.''
''You must think it to be true, since you're just going to up and leave like that just because of it.'' Dwayne replied, as he looked down at her. ''Seems as though you're afraid.''
Her eyes grew big at that, Trish could not stand the fact that he always seemed so sure of himself, and quickly grew aggravated with the turn this conversation was taking. ''Afraid?'' She questioned, ''Afraid of what?''
Dwayne grinned down at her, ''You seem afraid that you might slip up.'' He heard Trish scoff at that, and his smile only grew. ''The Rock thinks you're afraid that if you stay around, you're going to make some mistakes that will ruin your friendship with Mickie and your marriage.''
''Okay, Listen Rocky..'' Trish began holding up a hand instructing for him to shut up. ''Or Great One, or whatever the hell you call yourself now-a-days. The reason that I was choosing to leave is because Mickie was feeling insecure and afraid that after she leaves Cena was going to be all over me. So I promised her I'd drop from the team. It honestly has nothing to do with some secret affair that people believe is going on with me and Cena.''
''Then why not switch over to Team Bring It?'' He asked, finding Trish to be two times as hot when she was pissed off.
''Is it even possible?'' She asked, receiving an unknowing shrug from Dwayne.
''I honestly donno.'' He replied back, ''But it doesn't matter to me, being that The Rock is the team captain for team bring it, once you accept his offer then you've officially become a part of Team Bring It.''
Trish rolled her eyes at Dwayne's confidence to bend the rules to his liking. ''Okay, I accept.'' She smiled, raising a brow as Dwayne held out his hand.
''What? You've never shaken a hand before?'' He asked, raising a brow at her, smiling when she'd finally shook his hand.
''Well-being that it's the peoples hand shake, and seeing that I was never much of a people's person. It's safe to say I was a tad skeptical of your motives.'' She smiled back.
''Fair enough.'' He replied, smiling down at her as he released her hand. ''Well tonight we're supposed to have a victory celebration party at Austin's, to celebrate our victory over Team Cenation in the first round. Do you plan on going?''
''Um, sure. Why not?'' She replied back, figuring since she knew Lita would be there, that she might as well take part in it as well.
''Okay good.'' He replied back, afterwards finding himself starring down at her. ''The Rock will definitely be looking forward to seeing you there.''
Trish immediately noticed him doing so, and blushed turning her attention elsewhere after she realized she'd been starring back. At this point she felt a tad bit bi-polar, realizing that this was the man who had her wanting to rip his head off a couple of minutes ago.
''Trish, you're so beautiful.'' He said, bringing her attention back up at him. Using his index finger to tuck a few strands of her hair that hung out in front of her face behind her ear.
At his touch she got butterflies, and felt his hand gently caress her cheek, the whole time her eyes never leaving his. ''Dwayne I..'' She began, her thoughts trailing off as she felt him grab her right hand and slowly pull her in close to him.
''Shhh..'' he said as he held her close, and leaned her back, ''Have you ever thought about doing a little one on one with the great one?''
She could feel his bulge pressed up against her thigh, she wanted him, definitely. Starring into his dark brown eyes, she knew they could definitely make tonight a night of many memories. She frowned at the thought of how amazing it could be, but knowing what's right she couldn't. ''I can't.''
Her response stunned him, ''Can't what?'' He asked raising a brow at her.
''I can't sleep with you.'' She replied, as she began take in the fact that she was rejecting her wrestling idol. ''Not while I'm still a married woman.''
Dwayne wasn't use to rejection at all, and finally released her. Starring at her, curious as to how in the world she turned his advances down. But then again he respected her for that, deciding that at the moment he could really use a drink.
As he released her Trish had let out a deep breath, that she didn't even realize she'd be holding. She watched him as he seemed to be examining her and gave him a strange look. She didn't understand what he was doing exactly, but after he eventually began to walk away she took it as her cue to leave. ''I'll see you later tonight.'' She said, figuring maybe she could've worded that better.
''Okay.'' He replied back, watching her as she left the room.
''What were you two talking about?'' Lita asked, as she stood up from the wall, eyeing Trish as she came out.
''Stuff.'' Trish replied, knowing Lita wanted details when she shot her an obvious look. ''Okay, well I just wanted a team transfer is all. So we pretty much just talked about that.''
''And..?'' Lita asked, knowing there had to be more to the story.
''And… That's it.'' Trish replied back.
''Okay, whatever. So did he allow you to join Team Bring it?'' Lita asked her, as they turned the corner.
''Mhm.'' Trish replied, nodding over to her best friend, as they continued up the hall.
''Wooooot!'' Lita screamed, jumping around Trish and then giving her a big hug. ''I'm so happy for that!''
''I know right. Me too.'' Trish replied back, not sounding a tad bit enthusiastic about it.
''Okay, then why are you not even half as excited as I am?'' Lita asked, as she stopped bouncing and stood still as she watched her best friend continue up the hall passed her.
''I am excited.'' Trish sighed, ''I'm just tired is all.''
''Nervous?'' Lita asked, as she walked over and caught up to Trish.
''About?'' Trish asked through a furrowed brow, as she turned and looked over at Lita.
''Having to tell Cena that you'd decided to switch teams.''
''I guess a little.'' Trish admitted, ''But I'm sure he'll understand why.''
''Speaking of why, Why did you want to transfer teams?'' Lita asked, the question had been raining in her head, since Trish had told her about the transfer.
Trish shrugged. ''I guess I just didn't like the thought of not being able to team with my best friend.'' Trish replied, not being sure if Lita bought that or not. But figuring she did when a smile grazed her lips.
''That'd be a good enough excuse for me.'' She said with a smile, as they both continued up the hall. ''So anyways, did Dwayne mention the celebration party to you?''
''Uh, yeah..'' Trish replied, ''He did.''
''Oh, awesome. So you goin?'' Lita asked, as she began to walk on her tippy toes, trying to avoid the cracks in the tile.
''Um, probably not.'' Trish replied, watching as Lita dropped back down, so her feet rested flat on the ground.
''How come?'' She asked with a furrowed brow, ''I mean you are a member of Team Bring It, so why wouldn't you want to come?''
''Because I figured, I'd go take part in tonight elimination.'' Trish replied, ''I mean, since originally I was on Team Cenation for this event.''
''Oh okay. Well tell me how it goes then.'' Lita replied, as they'd finally arrived to their room, and headed inside after unlocking the door.
Meanwhile
Matt Stryker was headed back up to his private room, when he ran into two familiar faces.
''Fine time for you boys to show.'' He groaned, as he walked in between them, bumping each with his shoulder as he continued up the hall.
''Hey! Hey! Hey!'' Hunter yelled over at him, ''You should be happy we even decided to show up to this rinky dink event! Not like it's going to be giving any credibility to our careers!''
''Not like either of you had a choice either.'' Matt shot back.
''We didn't have a choice?'' Hunter asked, as he burst out laughing. ''Do you hear that Shawn? He thinks we didn't have a choice!''
Matt didn't look amused.
''Let me tell you something Jefro.'' Hunter said, as he walked over to Matt to where they were standing face to face. ''My Father-In-Law is going to be the one to cut your check, regardless of rather you know it or not. Now that me and Shawn are here, this is no longer your show.''
''Oh really now?'' Matt Stryker said with an amused grin.
''Really.'' Hunter replied, As he stood over looking down at Matt, ''When I say that, I do mean that I can take your position as the host of this show and hand the position over to someone more deserving of it. Someone who knows how to keep the show interesting . Someone that has been with the WWE for more than two years.'' He said holding up two fingers. ''So if you enjoy hosting the show, and want to continue doing so. You'd better learn how to respect authority, and know when to keep your mouth shut.''
Shawn watched the two men as they had a stare down, before Hunter walked passed Matt, pushing passed him with his shoulder. ''Yeah, Welcome to our show.'' Shawn said in a rather taunting voice, as he continued up the hall following behind Hunter.
''Their show?'' He mouthed, turning and watching them as they both continued up the hall. He wasn't sure if Hunter really had the power he'd just thrown around, but it was definitely something to question Vince about. He then continued up to his room, after seeing Shawn and Hunter disappear around the corner.
John wasn't clear on the rules for elimination and had written all the members of his team out on a piece of paper, trying to figure out who would be the most beneficial for his team.
''Strength wise, I'd have to go with Kane.'' He said to himself, crossing Kane's name off the list and continuing on down the chart. ''Eve? Uh, she's pretty smart. If anything in regards to debates or politics come up, we'd definitely win with her. Okay let's see who else..'' He then heard the door open, and quickly flipped the paper over as he watched Randy and Cody walk in.
''… that's why I can't even say I'm mad that you guys didn't pick me anymore.'' Cody taunted, as he followed Randy into their hotel room.
''Cody, who cares!'' Randy yelled out, finding the kid to be so flipping annoying. ''The only reason you guys even won is because Mickie threw the game!''
''That's just another excuse in my opinion.'' Cody argued, ''Regardless if she hadn't throw the game, we would've beat you guys by a mile.''
''Cena you hear that?'' Randy said, as he walked over to his dresser and pulled out one of his best shirts. ''This kid actually thinks his team would've had a chance if Mickie didn't throw the game.''
''Eh, can you guys give me a minute? I need time to think about who I'll be having to eliminate later tonight.'' Cena fussed, as he flipped back over the paper and began reviewing the leftover names on it.
''Not your decision.'' Randy said, as he pulled out his favorite shirt, and closed the dresser. ''Everyone gets to vote who they want off.''
''Oh.'' Cena replied, deciding he really didn't need the list after all.
''Yeah, while you guys are all going to be grieving over the loss of a team member, we're going to be getting white boy wasted in Steve's room!'' Cody laughed, as he ran over and jumped on his bed.
''Who's going to be grieving? Not me. Losing Mickie is going to be a huge step up for our team.'' Randy said, as he pulled his shirt from over his head, and threw it over on the dresser. ''That way we won't have to worry about some cry baby throwing anymore games.''
John couldn't help but feel guilty for why Mickie had left so abruptly. Even though not many other wrestlers knew what had happened with her, he figured if he tried to explain it others might understand and want to give her another chance. ''Randy, can you not vote Mickie off?'' John asked, getting a unbelievably shocked look from Randy.
''Wait, what?'' Randy yelled out in disbelief.
''Listen Randy, she'd had an emotional day, and I can't help but feel that it might've been my fault. So can you please not vote her off.''
''Dude, that's no excuse!'' Randy argued back, ''She intentionally threw the game. Regardless if she might have had a bad day, somebody has to go home tonight. And seeing as the loss was all her fault, I feel it should be her!''
''I have to agree with Randy.'' Cody cut in, ''Mickie didn't hesitate to throw the game. So why would you hesitate to vote her off?''
''Randy, c'mon man. Just do this one favor for me, and vote for someone else please man.'' John pleaded, as he stood up off the bed and looked over at Randy.
''Man, but what if she throws another game?'' Randy asked, scratching the back of his head, as he debated on rather he was or wasn't going to vote her off.
''We just won't allow her to be involved in any of the events until I find out that she's okay.'' He replied, as he walked over to his closet and pulled out the jersey he planned to wear to the elimination tonight.
''Man, if this idea blows up in my face in the long run..'' Randy groaned, at the thought that Mickie and Cena might be teaming to get everyone else out.
''No worries man, team Cenation is going to mop the floor with Team Bring it from here on out.''
''Yeah, whatever.'' Cody said, as he stood up off his bed, and headed towards the door. ''I'm going to go ahead and head over to Austin's for our victory celebration. Clue me in, on whoever you guys decide to send home.''
They both watched as Cody left the room and Randy then turned his attention back over to Cena.
''Cena, there are no guarantees that I won't be voting for Mickie.'' Randy admitted, figuring she'd probably be more of a threat than a benefit to team Cenation. ''But if I don't, and I get screwed in the end, I'll make a career ending mistake that'll leave your neck broke in one of our future rivalries''
''Okay, point taken.'' Cena said, as he laid his jersey across his bed, and pulled the tag off it.
Later that Night
Cena had walked around begging all of his team members not to vote off Mickie, trying to explain to each of them how her actions were out of anger towards him. Fully deciding to take the blame, getting a good percentage of the superstars to agree not to vote for her.
''Okay Everybody, welcome back to backstabbers.'' Matt Stryker said, smiling directly into the camera. ''Earlier today, as you saw. Team Cenation had lost the first challenge that took place in the breakfast room by team Bring it. So tonight they all will have the pleasure of voting off a member from their team.''
''Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!'' Hunter cut in, as him and Shawn walked up behind Matt. ''Talk about a snooze fest.'' Hunter fussed, as Shawn stood behind him making snoring sounds.
''Uh, guys we're kind of filming here..'' Matt said through gritted teeth, hoping these guys weren't seriously going to try and make the show about them.
''Yeah, Yeah, we got that.'' Hunter cut in, as he put his arm around Matt. ''But we just came over to help you out a bit. No worries Vince filled us in on everything so we got this.'' He then pushed Matt out of camera view.
''Okay, so did everybody bring their pamphlets?'' Shawn asked, as he began to read off the teleprompter.
''Yeah, we got em.'' Cena said, still not sure of who was going to vote for.
''Yeah, says that you have to right down who you want to vote for, yada yada… rip it into a strip and put it in the box so it can all be some kind of secret.''
''That sounds kind of boring.'' Hunter groaned, as he turned to Shawn. ''Don't you agree Shawn?''
''Totally agree.'' Shawn said in a surfer boy accent.
''As fun as being all secretive and shit sounds, yeah we're not going to do it that way.'' Hunter continued, ''You know what guys, just go ahead and rip up those boring ass pamphlets. Because you definitely won't be needing those anymore, now that we're running this show.''
''Wa-What?'' Matt said, as he watched all the superstars on team Cenation rip up their pamphlet.
''Yeah, you see this is life, and in life hardly anything is kept secret anymore. Including who you guys will be voting off.'' Hunter couldn't hide his entertainment at how uncomfortable the members of team Cenation seemed with that. ''You see, tonight we're going to all stand in one big circle as each one of you reveals who you'd like to vote off.''
''Wow, that's a great idea Hunter. Wish I would've thought of that.'' Shawn frowned.
''Thank you Shawn, no worries I'll be sure to allow you to get some good ones in sometimes too.'' He smiled as he patted his best friend on the back. ''Okay, so let's get this show on the road. Who'd like to kick start the voting poles?'' Hunter asked, as he glanced around at everyone.
''Oh! Oh! Oh! Me!'' Shawn shouted, as he bounced up and down waving his hand in the air.
''Oh, well by all means..'' He said, gesturing for Shawn to go ahead and vote.
''I Pick…'' He scanned the small group, making a loud humming noise as he did so before pointing over to the Cenation Captain. ''John Cena.''
''Oh wow, looky there. You must not be doing very good coaching Captain. Because it seems as though you've just gotten the first vote.''
''The fuck? He doesn't count!'' Cena argued, balling his fist up at his side.
''The hell if he doesn't!'' Hunter argued back, ''You don't seem to understand that this is our show now, and it'll be ran the way we'd like it to be ran. And seeing as Shawn wanted to take the first vote, and voted you, you now have one vote.''
''Wow that's rough.'' Randy mouthed, as he watched his friend get marked down for the first vote.
''Okay, so who's next.'' Hunter said, looking around the group deciding to just pick someone when no one stepped forward. ''Okay, then. Randy, who are you voting for?''
Randy hated that he was picked first, knowing whoever he was to select, when it came down to them voting they'd probably vote for him back. ''Uh..'' He took a moment to think, as he glanced around at everybody.
''Tick Tock.'' Hunter said, tapping on his watch.
''Shit's hard.'' Randy mouthed, feeling the only one that actually deserved to go home at the moment was Mickie.
''I think he just said he's voting Randy.'' Shawn said, over to Hunter.
''What? Wait, no! I didn't say that!'' Randy quickly argued.
''You know what Shawn, I think heard him say that also.'' Hunter said, as he jotted down a mark for Randy.
Randy couldn't believe it; they'd seriously just marked him down as voting for himself. ''Dude, I didn't vote for myself!''
''Okay, if you don't shut the hell up, I might have to give you my vote as well.'' Hunter said in a calm voice, showing that wasting his vote on Randy wouldn't affect him in the slightest. ''Okay moving on, Matt.''
''No question, I vote Mickie.'' Matt responded, getting a surprised look from Cena. ''Sorry man, I just didn't want to waste my vote on myself, like Randy over there.''
''Okay, Mickie that's one vote for you.'' Hunter said, as he marked one down for her, then glanced back over at her, ''And who are you voting for?''
''Oh that's easy Trish.''
''Whoa!'' Cena mouthed, not believing Mickie had actually voted for Trish.
''Oh, one down for Mrs. Stratus.'' Triple H said, looking around, ''Speaking of Trish, where is she?''
''Doesn't matter, she probably won't be the one sent home tonight anyways.'' Shawn said, giving Matt Stryker a quick wave, who seemed to be pouting over against a Tree.
''Yeah, your right Shawn. So let's see who's next.'' Hunter said, reviewing the list.
''Wait, wait!'' Shawn cut in, ''Trish isn't here, and I'm sure she'd like to use her vote up.''
''Oh, you're right. And I'm sure Trish would be more than honored to allow one of us to use it for her.''
''Yeah she would.'' Shawn agreed.
''Being that we are two devilishly handsome grown men, and all.''
''Don't forget two of Raws top superstars.'' Shawn then cut in.
''True, true.'' He smiled, ''You know something Shawn.'' He said as he turned over to his good buddy Shawn Michaels.''
''What?''
''I really gotta agree with your last statement, where you said Trish had a thing for Raws top superstars.'' He said, smiling over from Shawn to the group of nervous superstars. ''Being that that statement is true, who do you think would be most likely to get Trish's vote?'' He smiled, staring directly at an aggravated Cena.
''Kind of hard to pick out of all these losers.'' Shawn replied, ''I mean the only superstar I'd be able to put in that category is probably Kane. But my gut is just telling me that she'd probably put her money on Cena.''
''I couldn't agree more with you Shawn.'' Hunter said, as he smiled over at Cena, then picked up his clip board and put another mark down under Cena's name.
Cena gritted his teeth at that, he was now finding it hard not to go over and beat the living day lights out of DX.
''Okay so, Cena now has two votes'' He said with a huge grin, as he looked over at how frustrated Cena looked. ''What was that little Jimmy? You want to vote for Cena too?'' Hunter yelled out, before he shook his head in disbelief. ''Tragic, I thought the little kids loved you.''
''What, Little Jimmy was saving his vote for Eve!'' R-Truth shouted, letting out an aggravated sigh.
''No, no, he didn't say Eve. He said Cena.'' Hunter argued back, as he wrote down another mark for Cena.
''Yes, I too heard Cena.'' Shawn added, before her burst out laughing, definitely enjoying himself now.
''Well I now know who my vote is for.'' Eve cut in.
''Oh, that seems to be another one for Cena.'' Hunter said, as he readied his hand to give Cena another mark.
''No that was a vote for Ron!'' Eve snapped.
''Oh, well next time use more detail.'' Hunter argued back, ''you're lucky I didn't mark down that point for Cena, or you would've had to stick with voting for Cena.''
''That's Jank!'' R-Truth yelled out, over at Eve. ''And I would waste my vote on you, but me and little Jimmy will just team up to get you off next time. Tonight I'll go ahead and use my vote on Mickie.''
''Okay, well looks like that's two for Mickie, Debra? Who might you be voting for.'' Hunter asked.
''I'm sorry Cena, but I have to vote for Mickie as well.'' She said through sorrowful eyes.
''Why is everyone apologizing to Cena if their voting for Mickie?'' Hunter asked, eyeing the two.
''Does it matter? The quicker they get this voting process over with, the quicker we can go jump down the falls.''
''Oh, you're right. No need for an explanation then, Adam who you voting for?''
''I'm going to have to go with Mickie.'' He sighed, as he shrugged over at Cena.
''And Ivory..'' Hunter asked, looking over at Ivory.
''I'm going to have to go with, R-Truth.'' She frowned, ''Honestly, the thought of you really thinking that there is some child following you around is really creepy, so I just had to vote that way.''
''Oh that's jank!'' R-Truth yelled out, ''And little Jimmy was just beginning to warm up to you too!''
''Okay, Booker-T who are you voting for?'' He asked, Booker-T running his hand through his dreads as he took a moment to think about that. Remembering that Cena asked him not to vote for Mickie, not matter what. Remembering that he also agreed not to..
''Tick Tock, tick Tock.. Hurry up before we decide for you.'' Hunter fussed, as he again tapped down on his watch.
''Oh, fine. Sorry Cena bro. I vote you.'' He said, getting an understanding nod from their Cenation leader.
''Okay, now Kane?'' He said, preparing his pen.
''I've always admired pain and suffering. But for making me have to suffer, as I watched Mickie throw that game. My vote is with her.''
''Okay, next time only one worded answers.'' Hunter replied as he marked it down. He looked up loving that he was going to be able to make it a tie, as he gleefully announced his vote ''And last but not least I vote Cena.'' Hunter shouted, getting an aggravated growl from John. ''Whoa, it seems that we have a tie here, seeing as it is a tie. It would only be fair to send you both on your Mary way.'' Hunter said, as he tucked the clip board under his arm.
''I didn't get to vote!'' Cena interrupted, frowning when he looked over at Mickie.
''Oh, Cena's here?'' Shawn shouted in disbelief, ''No joke, I did not see you there!''
Cena was getting very agitated with the shows new hosts, because they didn't like him and didn't hesitate to show their dislike for him. ''Clearly you saw me, because you guys have been doing nothing but running your mouths off about me this whole time!''
''This show is called backstabbers. I personally thought we were talking behind your back.'' Shawn replied.
''Yeah me too, that five finger wave to the face is just magic.'' Hunter cut in, having found amusement in the aggravation of the Cenation leader. ''But anyways, since you finally decided to show up, I guess we'll let your vote count. Since I'm feeling generous today.''
Cena gave them a dry look, not really finding them to be the comedians they apparently thought they were. Before her turned over and looked at Mickie ''Sorry Mickie.'' He mouthed over to her, before turning his attention back to the two members of DX ''I have to vote Mickie.'' He frowned.
Mickie let out a deep sigh, figuring she was going to go home regardless. But feeling relieved to know that Cena went through all that trouble to try and get people not to vote for her. ''I understand.'' She said, as she walked over and gave him a big hug. ''Be sure to kick a lot of ass for me.'' She said, as they broke the hug. ''Subjectively there's.'' She whispered into his ear, before breaking the hug.
''No worries, I will.'' He smiled down at her.
''As touching as this all is…'' Hunter began.
''You know Hunter, I don't think it'd be fair to send Mickie home so early.'' Shawn cut in, getting a confused look from Hunter. ''Yeah, personally I think that she'd be good for the ratings of the show.''
Mickie's smile lit up as she heard that, unclear on what all this meant but seeing it as a good sign. At least for her.
''You know what Shawn, I couldn't agree with you more.'' He said, looking from Shawn over to Mickie.
''Wow this show is dangerously stupid.'' Matt Stryker mouthed, as he got up from against the tree and began up the trail.
'' I think we'll go ahead and bend the rules a bit more, just this one time though. And go ahead and keep Mickie on, just to see how interesting she'll make the show.'' He continued, watching as some team members groaned at that. ''You guys should be quite excited about her sticking around, she's probably the most entertaining out of all of you.''
''Yeah, she is.'' Shawn shouted out.
''See Shawn even agrees.'' Hunter said, with a smug smile. ''She's actually so interesting that, we're going to go ahead and make sure she takes park in the next event.'' Hunter couldn't hide his amusement with the aggravated looks that were spread out across all of their faces. ''I mean Kane, you did say something about Mickie throwing a game right.'' He asked, turning his attention over to Kane.
Kane did not look amused by them, in the slightest bit.
''Yeah, I do recall that.'' Shawn cut in.
Mickie frowned, at how everyone seemed to think she was more of a threat than an asset. And looked up at Cena who seemed a tad bit worried for him team. She knew now she had to help kick butt in whatever the next event was, and make sure they won.
''Welp, if you're lucky, when I see you all at the next elimination if I'm entertained by anything you guys do. Then hopefully I'll be feeling just as generous.'' He said never removing his smile, ''Goodnight you all, and again see you at the next elimination.'' He said, as he turned away and headed towards the trail.
Shawn gave a wave goodbye, before he followed his best friend over to the trail.
''Mickie if you mess this up for us!'' Randy threatened, with balled up fists hanging down at his side, and glared over at her.
''I'm starting to wish I got put on the other team.'' Eve groaned, ''Do you see how Degeneration-X just toys with you Cena? They're going to pick off each of our members bit by bit.''
''Not if we don't lose the next round.'' Cena argued back.
''How can we not lose?'' Adam fussed, ''Mickie apparently has to be involved in it. And chances are the same thing that happened earlier, will happen at the next event! DX is going to make a joke out of us!''
''You guys don't understand that she was upset!'' Cena argued back.
''I didn't buy into that bullshit excuse the first time! So what makes you think I'll buy into this time?'' Adam retorted, ''She did what she wanted to do, which was hand the win over to Team Bring It! For all we know she's probably plotting with someone on that side!''
''Again she was upset! We all get frustrated with certain things, and have off days!'' Cena retorted.
''A fucking off day man?'' Randy cut in, ''The Lakers losing to the Celtics, that's an off day! This Is a whole another scenario!''
''Yeah Cena, you better talk to her. Or the next time we lose, I'll be more than happy to assist DX with booting your ass out! So we can have a more valuable Captain, that doesn't going around babying one person!'' Edge threatened.
Cena looked around at all his team members and saw the frustration in all of theirs eyes. He was frustrated too, but he knew from the guilty look Mickie held that she wasn't going to do anything to mess this up for them. ''Okay, if you guys feel that way. Then if we lose the next event then feel free to vote me off. But just give me a minute..'' He said, as he pulled Mickie over to the side. He sighed, as he watched the hurt look in her eyes. ''Mickie, they might not have faith in you but I do. I know that you're going to be the reason we pull off the win next game, and I have a feeling you'll be part of the reason we mop up the floor with team Bring it. All I need is for you to stick with us.''
''No worries John, I promise now I'll be a team player.'' She replied, not liking that fact that everyone seemed to be mad at her. ''And I'm so sorry for blowing the last event for us.''
''Nah it's fine.'' He smiled, ''I think they just got lucky.'' He replied, not wanting to put the blame at her. ''But trust me, next time we'll mop the floor with em.''
''Yeah!'' She said, smiling up at him.
''That's my girl.'' He smiled down at her, before turning his attention to everyone else. ''On the next event we'll dominate, and if you don't believe me then I'll be willing to place a bet of one-hundred bucks that says I'm right, along with also voting myself out of the competition!''
''Oh, well then I'll gladly take your money.'' Adam quickly agreed pulling a one hundred dollar bill out of his pocket, and waving it up in the air.
''You know what, me too.'' Eve said, deciding even if she'd ever gotten voted off that at least she'd be going home with something.
Eventually Cena was surprised a little over half of his team, no longer had faith in them being able to win against team bring it. But that didn't faze him in the slightest, because he still knew that they could take them. ''Okay, well once we win the next event I'll be needing all my money upfront.'' He said as he smiled over at Mickie who'd given him a quick wink.
Meanwhile
Cody was modeling off his robot for Lay-Cool(Mainly Layla), who he was surprised had found him to be quite entertaining.
''Wow, you're not much of a dancer, but you are really cute.'' Layla said, just falling in love with his green eyes.
''Thanks, I think?'' He replied, as he sat down next to Layla. ''Well anyways, since I'm not a good dancer maybe you can show me how it's done.'' He said gesturing for her to take the floor.
''Not a problem.'' She said, not even a moment of hesitation as she rose from her seat and headed to the dance floor.
Michelle watched her for a moment, feeling kind of like the third wheel around these two, and got up and headed over to the opposite side of the room. Walking over to where Mark (The Undertaker) had just set the two cases of beers. ''Mind if I get one of those?'' She asked him.
He raised a brow at her. ''Didn't know you drank.'' He said, as he opened the pack and held one out to her.
''Well, moments like these..'' She began accepting the bottle from him. ''I drink.'' She said, as she turned and looked around the room at everyone else who seemed to be having a good time.
''What? Someone not enjoying themself?'' He asked, looking passed her over at Layla. ''Your friend always seems to be the life of the party, how could you ever be bored around her?''
''Well I'm hardly ever bored around her.'' Michelle agreed, looking back over at Layla who now had Cody back on the floor and was dancing seductively around him. ''Well that is until she gets around men. I honestly don't know what it is about Lay when it comes to guys, but she always seems to get distracted when it comes to them.''
''Well she's a woman.'' Undertaker replied, as he held out the bottle opener to her. ''Woman have needs just like we do.''
''I know.'' Michelle sighed, as she used the bottle opener to remove her top. ''But like, I just don't like the feeling of being a third wheel.''
''I see.'' Undertaker replied, as he took a few drinks from his bottle, pulling a chair out from under the table and taking a seat down in it. ''So is that why you always feel the need to be the one in control?'' He asks.
''Wait, what?'' She replied, getting caught off guard by that question.
''You always seem to boss her around.'' Undertaker continued, ''Do you do it because you don't like the thought of seeing her go off with someone else?''
''No, no of course not.'' She then replied, as she pulled out a chair as well, sitting down facing Mark. ''I honestly hardly ever even boss her around.''
''Uh, huh.'' He replied, not believing her. ''You sure about that?'' He asked, as he held his drink down in his lap.
''Yes, I'm sure.'' Michelle argued. ''She's not a puppet, I can't control everything she does.''
''But I'm sure you would if you could.'' He replied, looking over as Dwayne came in through the door.
''Then it shows how much you know about Lay-Cool.'' Michelle said, as she finally took a sip of her drink as she glanced over at her best friend who was now laughing at something Cody had said.
''See, your even babysitting her right now.'' He cut in. ''And why do you two even go by Lay-Cool outside of the WWE? Why not just call each other Layla and Michelle?''
Michelle then quickly turned her attention back to Mark, ''Why are you asking me so many questions?'' She fussed, ''As if we don't already have enough people in our business!''
''See, there you go again with that we. You do realize that Layla is sitting on the other side of the room right? There is no we here, it's just you.'' He said, watching her as she used the tip of her index finger to circle the rim of the bottle before she looked over at him.
''Okay, I, meaning Michelle do not understand what you want to prove. So I'll just go conversant with someone else.'' She said, as she stood up from her chair and headed over to where Lita, Chyna, and Miss Jackie were at.
''That son of a bitch thought he had game.'' Austin laughed, pointing over to Mark as he took a swig from his beer bottle.
''Hey, he looked like he almost had her.'' Jeff replied, watching Michelle as she headed over to where a few of the other divas were standing.
''Almost doesn't count though.'' Austin pointed out.
''True.'' Kurt said, as he watched the girls continue to giggle non-stop about something.
''Well you know what, I bet by the end of this trip he'll be done got her phone number.'' Jeff cut in, seeing Michelle as the type of girl that was possibly into old school bikers.
''How much we wagering?'' Austin asked, figuring this would be an easy bet to win.
''Uh..'' Jeff dug around in his pocket, pulling out all the money he could find. ''Looks like… forty two dollars and… fifty two cents.''
''You're on.'' Austin said, as he held out his hand to shake on the bet.
''Okay,'' Jeff said, shaking his hand.
''That's easy money right there.'' Austin laughed, as he took another drink from his beer, looking over at Dwayne who hadn't said much of anything since he'd gotten here. ''Why you so quiet man?''
''I know right, I thought it was impossible for you to be able to have a moment of silence.'' Kurt cut in, receiving a glare from Dwayne.
''The Rock needs no explanation for his actions.'' Dwayne replied, ''That's like asking the Texas Rattlesnake why he drinks so many beers. And those are questions you just don't ask.''
Austin looked over at Kurt expecting him to say his punch line, and when he didn't he cleared his throat.
Kurt flinched at that, ''What's wrong with you? You coming down with something?'' He asked, as he scooted a little further from Austin.
''No, I just felt like that would've been a good time for you to say your gay ass punch line!'' Austin shot back.
''What punch line?''
''It's true, it's true! It's soooo true!'' Austin mimicked.
''Sounds so gay when you say it.'' Kurt mumbled.
''Will both of you Jabroni's please no your role, and shut your mouth!'' Dwayne yelled, before he walked off from the group.
''Wonder what's got his panties up in a bunch?'' Austin questioned.
''You remember you're not supposed to question that.'' Kurt reminded him, ''Remember Dwayne had just said, not to question that.''
''Dwayne was just being a bit of a grump.'' Jeff replied, watching as Dwayne walked over to where Mark was sitting and grabbed himself a beer.
''Now that's true, that's damn true!'' Austin said, before taking a sip of his beer.
It actually irritated Kurt to no end when other superstars would mimic his character, and he glared over at Austin but it went unnoticed because Austin wasn't even paying him any attention anymore. So he then turned and began to talk to Jeff.
''I didn't know you were dating Cm Punk.'' Jackie said letting out a surprised gasp.
''Yeah, actually have been seeing him for a couple years now.'' Lita said not being able to hide her smile, at the thought of him.
Chris was leaned up against the wall listening to all the girls gush over CmPunk and Lita's relationship. ''Seriously girls who the hell cares!'' He cut in, getting an annoyed glare from all the divas. ''CmPunk is nothing compared to me. Now if any of you were dating someone of my stature, then you'd have something to brag about.''
''Someone of your stature?'' Lita asked, raising a brow at him. ''Trish dated you, and if I do remember her words correctly the only thing big that you came equipped with was that mouth of yours.'' After she finished all the girls burst out laughing.
Jericho's face instantly grew red, ''Trish just didn't know how to handle me!'' He yelled out.
''Possibly, because you didn't have much to work with.'' Jackie added, as all the girls continued laughing at Jericho's expense.
''Okay, that definitely explains the skinny jeans.'' Chyna cut in. ''And from the looks of it, Trish wasn't lying.''
''Ha! Ha! Ha! Make jokes all you want, a percentage of you are has-been's anyway'' He said, as he covered his crotch, and headed away from the girls.
''Oh my god, have you guys seen the light up jacket Jericho wears every night on Raw?'' Michelle asked.
''You mean no one had come up with the idea to throw a bucket of water on him, so they can show how much of a hazard that thing is to wear?'' Jackie replied.
''Nope. But now that you've mentioned it..'' Michelle laughed, as she thought about how that'd work out.
''No, that would kill em.'' Chyna pointed out.
''Yes, like watching him wear that fashion disaster has been killing me for the past couple months? I say it's worth the risk.'' Michelle stated.
''Well just wait until he takes it off in the back.'' Lita cut in, ''I mean as bad as I know we'd love to get rid of Jericho, it's illegal. So we'll just do the next best thing.''
Debra then opened her door, surprised to find that the room reeked of booze and all of Team Bring it was packed in there.
''Oh shit.'' Jeff mouthed, pointing over to Debra as he watched her walk in.
''What the hell is all this?'' She yelled.
Austin quickly put down his beer. ''Hey honey.'' He said, as he ran over and attempted to give her a kiss on the cheek.
''Austin, what is going on in here?'' She asked, as she looked around at all the trash that was everywhere.
''Oh, nothing. Just a small get together.''
''Small?'' She mouthed she looked around at everything in disbelief, noticing a lot of opened beer cans everywhere and spilled beer that had leaked into the rug, that she knew would stay trapped in there. ''Austin, you reek of booze!'' She yelled out, ''And not just you, this whole room reeks of it!''
''No worries though they all plan on cleaning it up.'' He said to her.
Debra did not want to hear that, she was so frustrated that Austin had planned a party at their place, with booze everywhere knowing she'd asked him to cut back. ''Listen Austin, I'm going to go use the little girls room. And if these people are not out of here by the time I get back, then you are going to be in a whole mess of trouble!''
He watched her as she walked away, and rubbed his forehead, as she went into the bathroom.
''So what did Debra say Austin?'' Kurt asked, as he began to drink some of the milk from the carton that he'd found in their fridge.
''Parties over.'' He said, as he walked passed them over to the boom box and turned it off. Immediately when he did so all eyes turned to him, ''Sorry to say, all you son of bitches gotta get the heck up out of here, but you know.. All of you son of bitches gotta get the heck up out of here!'' He then heard a lot of groaning as everyone made their way towards the door.
''Wait you don't want us to help you clean up this mess?'' Chyna asked, as she looked passed him and saw people began to leave the room.
''Nah, I guess Debra will do it.'' He replied back, looking over at the bathroom door than back at Chyna.
''Well okay, it was a fun party Steve.'' Chyna said, as she waved goodbye and headed out the door.
''Whiiiiiippped.'' Chris said through a fake cough as he followed behind everyone else, closing the door behind him.
Austin sighed, as he looked at how bad the place was trashed. And walked out of the living room, into the bedroom figuring he'd just clean it up in the morning.
Debra came out of the bathroom to find everyone had left, including Austin. She let out a frustrated sigh, as she walked through the living room over into their room and found Steve laying across the bed, with his face stuffed inside a pillow. ''Steven..'' She said through clinched teeth.
He raised his head up, and looked over at her.
''I know you don't just expect me to sleep in this filth!'' trying her best not to lose her temper.
''Well just till the cleaning crew gets here. '' He said, as he sat up on an elbow and let a lazy smile graze his lips.
''Are you high?'' She yelled, not believing he'd expect her to sleep in a place that smelled like this.
''Not at the moment.'' He said trying to make light of the situation, ''But no worries Deb, the cleaning crew will be here first thing tomorrow morning.''
She placed her hands on her hips in aggravation with him, questioning herself under her breath on why she'd ever decided to marry this man, before she walked over and grabbed her suitcase thanking god she'd unpacked it.
''Where you going?'' He asked, as he watched her roll her suitcase over towards the door.
She let out an aggravated sigh, as she looked over at him. ''To book another room. Goodnight Steven.''
Meanwhile
Hunter and Shawn had just finished placing camera's in everyone's rooms (Excluding Austin's)
''Everything seems to be hooked up.'' Hunter said, applauding their work as he toyed with the zoom features on the camera for the hall.
''Oh, Oh, there they go!'' Shawn said, pointing over to the video that showed the parts of Team Bring It leaving Austin's room. ''Lets test the volume.'' Shawn said, as he turned up the speakers so they'd be able to hear what all conversations were going on.
''You know, with moves like that I think you just danced your way into my heart.'' Cody said, as placed his arm around Layla's shoulder.
''Yeah, maybe if you ever learn to dance. Maybe you can do the same to me.'' She said, as she used her right hand, to pull his arm from around her.
''Buuuuuuuuuuurn.'' Hunter laughed, ''Now try the one for the north hall.''
''Okay.'' Shawn replied, as he switched over to the other speaker.
''Yeah, it all pays off in the end.'' Chyna replied, looking over at Lita as they continued walking up the hall ahead of everyone else.
''I was actually considering getting mine done, but I honestly don't think I have the body for em.'' Lita replied.
''Lucky for me, I was born with em.'' Miss Jackie gloated.
''No questions on what their talking about.'' Hunter grinned.
''You hit that right?'' Shawn asked, still eyeing Chyna's boobs.
''Yeah.'' Hunter said, ''You should take advantage on the zoom in button right now.''
''Oh, you're right!'' Shawn said, as he quickly began to try and angle the camera to zoom in on Chyna's boobs.
''Veeeeeeery nice.'' Hunter cooed, admiring how clear the picture showed on the camera. ''Hey lets check the bedrooms.'' Hunter said, as he switched over to the section that showed all the bedrooms.
''Oh, lookie lookie.'' Shawn said, as he took a sip of soda. ''Wonder what might be up to?''
''Ashley, it wouldn't be fair to Ron if I'd did it with him though.'' She said, as she paced back and forth on the side of her bed.
''Did what with who?'' Shawn mouthed, raising a brow as he watched Trish let out a frustrated sigh, as she plopped down on the edge of her bed.
''I don't know. But I think we're about to find out'' Hunter replied, turning the volume up.
''Then it's not just him. Mickie tried to kiss me as well.'' Trish continued, as she ran her hand through her hair.
''Whoa, you do have a camera set up in Mickie's room right?'' Hunter asked.
''Yeeeeessiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrreee …'' Shawn replied, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Trish let out a deep sigh, as she placed her phone down on her dresser and turned it on speaker.
''What stopped her?'' Ashley asked.
''I did!'' Trish replied back.
''Oh, snap is that Ashley Massaro?'' Shawn asked.
''So anyways, how did this all get from being about you and Cena to Mickie trying to kiss you?'' Ashley asked, on the other line.
''She says she got caught up in the moment.'' Trish replied, ''I've been trying to pull myself to believe that all day.''
''Or… Maybe Mickie just wanted to kiss you.'' Ashley replied, not meaning to sound so entertained by that.
''Either way, I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Because I'm pretty sure she's probably on a flight back home right now.'' Trish replied, as she leaned down and began to pull off her boots.
''Oh boy is Trish going to be disappointed.'' Hunter said, as a smile grazed his lips. ''You know something Shawn, this is all going to make for good tv when we air all this stuff.''
''Yeah, if only we could've gotten the camera's in Mickie's room in time for us to film her coming onto Trish. Man that would've been hot!''
''No worries Shawn, we'll be watching them like hawks now. Picking out all the juicy details.'' Hunter said with a grin.
''Wait, how are we going to host the show and watch them?'' Shawn asked with a raised brow.
''Easy, we'll pretend that Mr. McMahon had gotten onto us about our actions, and each join one of the teams. Every other day after they host an event, we'll meet back here and check the camera's. To stir up the pop even more, we'll take what we've learned from watching the videos and one by one bring everything said out to the light.''
''Oh, so you want us to stir up the drama?'' Shawn asked, finding the idea quite entertaining. He watched as Hunter nodded over to him, and smiled as he leaned back in his chair ''Welp, they won't be calling this show Backstabbers for nothing.'' they then went back to watching the cameras.
Thank you for all the reviews, and I am so sorry to update so late. I wanted to include DX in this story, so I had to figure out a way to use them. I've always liked them as heels in the WWE so I figured I'd make them heels for this story, I hope nobody minds. And since it might be a couple days or so before I update this story again, I'll give you a couple hints of whats going to take place in the next chapter. Hint: 1st: Jeff and Matt are going to go back through the trail in search of the cabin, but this time they'll be bringing along a buddy. 2: Someones got a secret admirer 3: Someone begins to question their sexuality. Again I hope your enjoying this story so far, and I'll try and update asap.