Title: Unknown
Summary: Scott Garland, or better known to the fans as Scotty Too Hotty has returned home to the WWE.
Pairings: Scotty2Hotty/Chris Jericho(Scotticho), Edge/Christian, Mike/Maryse, Ted Dibiase/Drew McIntyre, more as the story progresses…
Warnings: Slash, mentions of past abuse, non-con, stalkers.
Disclaimer: If I owned the WWE, I wouldn't be here.
Chapter 11
"Its not for me," Scotty shrugged, raising the can slightly as his cheeks reddened slightly. "What are you doing here?"
"I uh- You- you came back," Chris said, stumbling over his words, uncharacteristically.
"Yeah," Scott said, biting his bottom lip.
Both men cringed inside, the awkward and tense moment caused by the memory of the last time they were together. A warm evening back in 2007 in New York City and a bottle of Vodka.
Scott blushed as Chris tapped a foot rapidly.
"Nice seeing you uh- again," Scotty stumbled.
"Yeah- uh, its nice, yeah," Chris said, eyes cast down as he too blushed a red tinge across his cheeks. "H-how are the kids? How's Nora?"
"Um, kids are good, divorced now," Scotty said, wishing he could go and hide in the Coke machine. "What about you? How are the kids and-"
"Good," squeaked Chris, his eyes watering slightly as his lower lip sank. Scotty didn't notice as he was staring intently at the coke in his hand. "Well… I- I've-"
"Got to," Scotty continued.
"Go," both men said together.
"Yeah."
"Me too"
"Go"
"Bye bye"
"bye"
"See ya"
Yeah"
Both men continued rambling and mumbling until Chris disappeared around the corner and Scott around the next. Scotty had never felt more uncomfortable in his life.
"Hey Jay-Jay," Scotty smiled as his friend approached him slowly on a pair of crutches. "What are you doing here?"
"Handing out a Slammy," Jay smiled sitting beside Scotty slowly.
"How's Adam?" Scotty asked. "Are you married yet?"
Jay laughed and shook his head, "Not yet. He's fine, enjoying his retirement. Though he's getting a little edgy; no pun intended. I think he's getting bored."
"It's a shock to the system Jay-Jay," Scotty responded. "So why aren't you married yet?"
Jay stared at Scotty blankly as the other man giggled gleefully.
"You're nuts," Jay smiled, "So what are you doing for Christmas?"
"Going home," Scotty answered.
"That's a given," Jay said blankly. "Who'd you vote Superstar of the year?"
"No one, I couldn't vote for everyone so I left it," Scotty shrugged, "Though I voted Beth for the Diva of the Year thing. It was a hard one between her and Natalia."
"Tell me about it, I voted for Kharma my self," Jay chuckled.
"He's not answering my calls!" Mike snapped as he randomly appeared before the two men.
"You have a boyfriend?" Jay asked with a smirk. "Cause I'll happily answer your phone calls."
Scotty choked on his breath, before he let out an amused giggle.
Mike stuck his tongue out at Jay, "Stop flirting with me, what will Adam say?"
"Lucky me," Jay laughed.
"I have a girlfriend," Mike said, eyebrows waggling. "Who is having my baby…"
"WHAT!" Jay cried, "I'm gonna be a grandpappy!"
"What?" Scotty laughed, confused. "First he flirts with you, and now he's your daddy?"
Mike shrugged.
"Maryse is pregnant?" Jay grinned, "That's brilliant! How many months is she?"
"Almost two," Mike smiled.
"Congratulations!" Jay pulled him into a hug. "You excited?"
"Yeah," Mike nodded. "She's due in August, I cant wait. I hope it's a little girl."
"So you can dress her in pretty little dresses?"
"No, so she looks like Maryse," Mike grinned.
"You'll be chasing off boys with a shotgun," Scotty laughed, before he frowned. "I'm dreading the day Tay comes home with a guy. I think I'll kill him."
Jay burst out laughing and then winced in pain. "Ow, laughed too hard… hurt foot!"
"Really? Really?"
"Riley!"
"Shut up!"
"I reckon its Chris Jericho!" Evan said excited, "its so obvious! 2012, 2nd of January, Year, 2nd January; Y2J!"
"I agree with him," Phil laughed at the younger man's excitement. "Plus Ted was saying that the quote is from the Bible. Gospel of Mark wasn't it?"
"Matthew," Ted replied, "And Chris is pretty religious."
"Yeah, plus the whole 2012 is the last year of the Mayan Calendar," Evan said, his voice cracking slightly.
"The world ends next year and Evan still hasn't gone through puberty," Mike chortled, Evan blushed and ducked his head. Mike pulled him into a manly cuddle. "You're adorable."
"Who do you reckon it is, Scotty?" Cody asked, after the groups' laughter died down.
After seeing Chris the other day, Scotty knew what the answer was but he decided to entertain the boys, "I think its Taker. That's what I read on one of those wrestling sites."
"You know what I want to know," Randy mumbled, through a mouthful of pretzels, "What's up with Kane and Johnny. I wanna know what's going on there."
"Same," Phil nodded, "I just hope creative doesn't fuck this up too."
"They don't get it," Randy sighed, "Even after I told them to let Wade win at TLC. I get why the some of the fans are fed up. I feel like I'm being turned into-"
"SuperOrton," Cena chuckled, finishing Randy's sentence. "Their next brilliant idea will be to have me and you team up against Taker and Kane. And of course we will win via my five moves of doom and your RKO!"
"You should join the creative team!" Zack said, with a laugh. "The next match will be a handicap match against Team Super and the rest of the locker-room!"
"They'll win of course," Phil snorted, "Until someone pulls out a chair!"
"And then Horny can come in for the save!" Ted snorted, eying his love beside him with a secret stare. Drew's lip rose slightly, smirking his approval.
"Still can't believe they booked him to win that Battle Royal," Sheamus laughed, "Ah suppose at least he can talk now!"
"It's getting him to shut up now," Mike smirked. The group fell silent. "What?"
"I know I don't have to say this out loud," John grinned, "but you're one to talk you loud mouth!"
"Shut up!" Mike laughed, punching Cena in the arm playfully. John attempted to pull him into a head lock but Mike jumped up pulling out a paper bag from his bag. "I have some thing to give all of you."
He pulled out a handful of Cigars from the paper bag and began to pass them out to his workmates.
"What's this for?" Ted asked, sniffing the cigar deeply. Mike grinned at him.
"Oh, this one's yours Phil," Mike handed it over to Punk who accepted it with a raised brow. "It's chocolate!"
Punk chuckled, "So what are they for?"
"Maryse is pregnant," Mike grinned, "I'm gonna be a daddy!"
The men broke out into cheers and whistles, congratulating the man happily. Scotty watched as Mike relaxed and smiled, carefree for the first time in weeks.
"I wish we could have children, Drew," Ted murmured, snuggling against the other man's warm, bare chest. Drew ran his fingers through Ted's fine hair, smiling in contentment. "But then, I still haven't told dad. I don't know how to, without dad blowing a fuse and disowning me. It scares me, I love my family so much, I just wish dad was different. More like your daddy, he likes me."
"Who can not like you Ted?" Drew asked, softly, "You're perfection. Teddy, your father may surprise you. I know you think he won't accept you for who you are, because he is a minister and a highly devout Christian, but so is my family."
"Yeah, but your dad knew for years that you were bi," Ted whispered, "I think my dad's a homophobe… It scares me; I don't want to lose you or my family."
"I can't promise you that you wont lose your family, love," Drew whispered, "But you will never lose me. I love you, Ted Dibiase."
"I love you, too," Ted sniffed, "I love you so much."
TLC arrived finally, and Scotty and John were filming a promo backstage during the show. The two men had no matches scheduled but were written in to talk about Kane. Glenn stood on the other side of the camera filming waiting for his cue to attack John.
"I don't think he was after me Scotty," John shrugged as Scotty stood beside him drinking from Starbucks coffee. "I think it was a bad case of the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Are you sure?" Scotty asked, slowly. "Kane's unpredictable at the best of times."
"I wont argue with that, but I guess I'll find out tomorrow when I call him out on Raw," John responded. Scotty opened his mouth to respond as Glenn nodded at Scotty and made his way to the men.
"John! Look-" Scotty's sentence was cut off as Kane barreled into John sending him flying into the older man. Scotty fell with a thump and landed on his rear. He let out a pained grunt as Kane roared of anger, throwing John into a table, sliding over the surface and falling to the ground. John cried out in pain as Kane pulled him to his feet and delivered a choke slam to John, straight through the table. The Big Red Machine stood tall with John's hat in his large hands.
"John! Jesus!" Scotty scrambled to his feet as the trainers ran in to check on John. The Maine native froze where he was as Kane stalked towards him. He stumbled backwards as Kane eyed him up and down and then stalked off. Scotty stared at the back of Kane's masked head before he rushed over to John. "Freaking weirdo…"
The crowd roared both disapproval and approval of what they had witnessed out of Kane as the camera returned to the ring.
"Stop stealing my clothes," John laughed, after the end of Raw. "Seriously, so rude!"
Glenn chuckled as he threw the torn shirt from Cena's back at the man's head. John grinned, checking his torn shirt out. "Hope that wasn't your last one."
"Yeah right," Phil snorted, "The day he runs out of merchandise is the day we have no jobs left."
"Scary thought," John chuckled, as he slipped into another shirt. "So who's up for a beer… and a Pepsi."
"Yeah, why not," Glenn nodded, "It's been a while since I've been out with you punks!"
"Actually, Drew's having a few drinks at his room," Phil pointed out, "I already told him I'd be there. Why don't you two come along?"
"Yeah, okay," John agreed. Glenn nodded.
"I guess it would be better then getting confronted by fans," Glenn chuckled, "Imagine their reaction to Kane and Cena having a beer together."
"Tell me about it!" John laughed.
"She has her first ultrasound next week," Mike replied, "Saturday, Ive asked Vince for the day off, he said its okay. He was weird actually, said something about being Uncle Vincie."
"Yeah, that's what my kids call him," Scotty shuddered, "Its creepy! HA, but the kids love him… So have you tried calling Johnny since? I haven't yet, I'm embarrassed to say."
"Don't bother, the numbers disconnected," Mike sighed, "I called him so many times, but it always says the number isn't working. He posted a video on Youtube the other week. He looked okay, but I don't know."
"Video?"
"It wasn't much, just let his fans know he's okay and what he plans to do," Mike said, "I just wish he would call me."
"Maybe your numbers has been blocked," Scotty suggested, "Let me try calling him."
"I don't think I'll work but whatever," Mike sighed, with a shrug. Scotty fiddled with his phone until he found John's name and dialed. "It isn't ringing is it?"
"Yeah it is," Scotty responded, putting the phone on speaker. "See, or rather hear."
"Will he answer though?" Mike grunted when a woman's voice spoke.
'Hello?' Mike growled as Scotty leant over and wrapped his hand around his mouth.
"Melina?" Scotty asked, "Hey! It's Scotty, Scotty Garland. How are you?"
'I'm fine? Scotty too Hotty?'
"Yeah," Scotty had to laugh at her question. Naturally everyone knew him as Too Hotty. "How are things going for you?"
'Oh fine,' she replied, 'I wasn't expecting you to call me though.'
"Well I wasn't," Scotty said, "I called John's phone didn't I?"
'As if we'd call you bitch,' Mike mouthed angrily!
'Oh, yeah! He's in the shower now,' she replied. 'Would you like me to leave him a message?'
"No, can you tell him to call me once he can?" Scotty asked.
'That's fine,' Melina replied. 'Bye, thanks for the phone call.'
"Bye," Scotty said cheerfully as he hung up. He made a face into the phone as Mike let out a chorus of curses. "He wont call back."
"Of course not! He was probably sitting right there wishing she'd fuck off!" Mike roared, as Scotty pulled him back down to the sofa and embraced him. "I hate her!"
"I know," Scotty responded as he hugged Mike tightly. Scotty jumped slightly as his phone beeped the arrival of a message. It was a long message riddled with spelling errors
Shein th showr. Have a few mins to msg u. stop trolling if I say to. Jomo
Another message appeared suddenly
I meant replying.
Mike snatched Scotty's phone and punch in a reply.
Are you okay? Why haven't you called me! I'm worried sick, has she hurt you? Its Mike n Scotty
They waited thirty seconds and another message appeared.
Im ok. She delted nd blocked ur number n I dint know it of by heart. Sorry mikey, I miss u a lot. Shes been okay, I cant complain.
Scotty replied now.
Why don't you want us to reply after you say stop? Isnt she letting you use YOUR phone?
No. cant use it WO her permission. she forgot to take it with her when she showered. I have to go shes finished showring
Delete the MSG!
Scotty quickly sent the last message and after that neither Mike or Scotty heard from their brutalized friend again for sometime.
"Scotty?" Mike whispered.
"I know," Scotty sighed, "C'mere."
Thats the last chapter until Chris redebuts. All I can say is if its not him on Monday, then whoever else it is, dont bother coming out!
Peace and chicken grease!
afro!