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A/N: Characters may be a bit OOC, that's why it's called fiction. Special thanks to Discoinferno1, Mentally-Unstable and Justagirl and everyone else who reviews:)
"Melony? Melony are you in there?" Nidia called out while steadily pounding on the hotel door.
"Maybe she's not here. Let's go see if the others had any luck." Christian tugged on Nidia's arm and tried to pull her away.
"Oh she's here. I bet she's in there, kicked back, gettin' all liquored up while we are out here scouring the world for her ass. She ain't fooling me!"
Christian raised an eyebrow. "Look if that's the case she deserves the break. And besides I'm not standing here all night. We're supposed to be at the club gettin' jiggy with it or whatever." He leaned against the wall and gazed up at the ceiling.
xXx
Inside Hunter and Melony dared to move.
"What now?" Hunter inquired as he raised his glass to his lips and took a hefty sip of the Vodka tonic.
She took a deep breath. "Just be thankful it's not Eric, you ass!" She stood and motioned for him to follow. "We only have one option here." They stood in front of the bathroom, Hunter still carrying his drink.
Hunter frowned. "Look. I'm the Game. There's no way I'm cowering in the bathroom like some misbehaved dog."
Mel snorted. "Ok, Mr-I-am-the-Game, it's either this or go out there and explain to my friends why the man that cracked my skull with a steel chair is now in my hotel room."
"Point taken." Hunter stepped into the small bathroom. Mel snatched her bathrobe off the towel rack and closed the door. If she wasn't so close to having a nervous breakdown, she might actually find some humor in having Triple H locked away in her hotel bathroom. None the less she was too fearful of Eric showing up before she could get rid of Hunter.
"Now be a good doggy and stay put." Mel shut the door before he could say anything and quickly removed her shoes and jeans. Heading for the door she prayed Nidia wouldn't interrogate her too much. "Coming!" She called out as she took a deep breath before opening the door.
"See. I told you she was here." Nidia elbowed Christian as the door cracked open.
"Hey guys! I'm so sorry for running out on you. But I just couldn't take it any more."
"It's ok girl. You just had us so worried. Why didn't you just tell us you were leaving?"
"Yeah shit-face. At the very least you could have said kiss my ass I'm outta here." Christian stepped forward and attempted to enter the room, Mel threw her arm across the doorway blocking his entrance.
Nidia gave a questioning look at Mel. "What gives girl?"
Mel pushed Christian back into the hallway. "I don't mean to be rude but I'm waiting on Eric. You know I've planned a little special something."
Christian made a face and threw his arms in the air. "Too much info. I'll wait for you in the lobby Nid. Later ass face."
"Later Captain Creepy." Mel stuck out her tongue as Christian turned and made his way to the elevator. She leaned against the door frame absently fiddling with the belt on her robe. "So where did Eric run off too?"
"After we finally got Rhyno and Eric calmed down, we all realized you were 'missing' so we split up to look for you. Eric is covering the arena, Rhyno mumbled something about finding Hunter and of course Christian and I came here."
So that bought her a few more minutes. Now all she had to do was get rid of Nidia. "Ok, well I guess I need to call him. I'll catch up with you later, ok?"
Nidia gave a shrug. "Sure. Are you positive everything is ok?"
"Yes Nidia. My head still aches a little but other than that, I'm cool. Thanks Nid for all your concern."
"That's what friends are for chica. Well after Eric gets here and you guys feel up to it we're headed over to that little pub across the street."
Mel smiled. "I'll keep that in mind but don't count on seeing us over there."
"Oh I get it! Well, we'll call you later to check on you." The two exchanged hugs and Mel watched as Nidia safely got on the elevator. Once the doors slid to, Melony shut her own door and breathed a sigh of relief.
xXx
She grabbed her drink off the bar before heading to the bathroom to alert Hunter that the coast was now clear. She placed a hand on the door knob and flung it open. She found Hunter rambling through her cosmetics case.
Despite the fact that this was the man whom she should rightfully fear she couldn't resist a little humor. " I have a really nice shade of eye shadow that would really make your eyes pop, if you're interested." She teased.
He threw the tube of moisturizer he was holding onto the counter and brushed past her. "I was getting bored."
She followed him back into the room and fell into the chair. "Is that what they call cross-dressing these days? Really Hunter, your secret is safe with me."
"Fuck off."
"Gladly." She drained her glass and plopped it down on the coffee table. "Getting back to business now. What exactly do you expect from me in return for you to keep your mouth shut about Rhy and I?"
Hunter clanked the ice around in his glass before swallowing the last sip. "Well, I was hoping you would talk Bischoff into financially backing me. I want to start my own federation. I want out from the Mc Mahon thumb, mainly Stephanie's ruling fist. I love this business but if she gets full control of WWE... there will be nothing left."
"I don't understand. You have plenty of money, not to mention the Mc Mahon fortune. This makes no sense to me Hunter."
Hunter cleared his throat and leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. "It's like this. Anything I inquire while married to Stephanie becomes mutual property in a divorce. So she will be entitled to half. Which basically defeats my purpose."
"Didn't you sign a prenuptial agreement to protect each of you?"
Hunter raked a hand over his face and leaned back against the plush sofa. " I signed. So I have no rights to the Mc Mahon estate if I divorce Steph."
"What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that I would stay married and eventually take over WWE. But I can't take it with the princess bitch anymore. She shits on everyone's ideas and input, she won't listen to reason and she is so damn controlling. She's going to destroy WWE."
Silence filled the room as Hunter desperately tried to maintain his composure but just thinking of his wife made him want to blow a gasket. All of her stupid ideas and ways of conducting business were about to put him and the whole roster out of a job. So it was understandable that he wanted to secure a spot in the profession he loved so much.
Melony watched the man that only hours ago tried to destroy her own career. His face told the story that words couldn't. Genuine worry and desperation etched his features. It was then she saw him as the Hunter she once knew.
" I'll talk to Eric as soon as he gets back. I can't promise you anything. Shit Hunter, you know as well as I do he's not going to do you any favors. Not after what you did. Furthermore he's going to be suspicious as to why I'm helping you. This is no-good H. No good at all."
Hunter got up and pulled on his jacket. "Melony, I came to you not because I wanted to blackmail you but because I trust you. I knew you would never listen to me otherwise." He paused seemingly searching for the right words. "I know if anyone can get through to Eric it's you. My plan is solid and if you don't believe me here's a small outline." He pulled a thick envelope out of his coat and laid it on the coffee table. " The more detailed proposal is in my car. I can provide it upon Bischoff's request."
"That's all terrific Hunter, but what reason do I give Eric for helping you?"
H opened the door and stepped into the hall. A smile formed on his lips. " One more of the reasons I came to you. You're smart and resourceful. You'll think of something." With that he strolled down the hallway to the elevator leaving Mel to think of another lie to cover the ones she was steadily telling or rather not telling.
