Chapter: 24

Chapters name: Changes

Author: Adrea019

Characters: Jeff Hardy, John Cena, Randy Orton, Trish Stratus, Ashley Massaro, Stacy Keibler, Bret Hart, Candice Michelle, Joanne Laurer, Vickie Guerrero, Brian Kendrick and others.

Characters in this chapter: Bret Hart, Stacy Keibler, Jeff Hardy, Trish Stratus, Randy Orton, Candice Michelle, John Cena, Joanie "Chyna" Laurer, Melina Perez, Ashley Massaro,

Huge Thanks to: Ainat & Amelia92

Date: 2009-07-08

Disclaimer: All of the mentioned characters belongs to themselves. This story is based on Chris Morena's Alma Pirata. So I'm just rewriting her story the WWE Style

PREVIOUSLY ON "THE SPIRIT OF A PIRATE":

* The guys met Melina, the girl who knew their fathers, and who will help them to find Alma. Unfortunately, to prove themselves to her, they will have to fulfil four tasks.
* Trish and Stacy ( kind of ) became friends.
* The league is back again!
* Jeff believes that Trish's pregnant with John's kid.
* Stacy's expecting a baby, but she don't know who his father is - Bret or John. Exactly that she told Bret. . .

- You cheated on me? - Bret whispered still staring at her with watering eyes. Stacy put her palms on her face. - ANSWER ME!!! - he cried out.

- It all happened so quickly. . . - she sobbed. - I didn't mean that, Bret. I'm sorry. . . I'm so sorry. . . - Stacy said as he clenched his fist and bit the skin on his wrist. He slowly turned around, trying to control himself, and that was impossible seeing her. The woman who hurt him. . . who used him. . . who humiliated him. His anger, unfortunately, was just too big. So Bret just quickly turned around and slapped her. Stacy felt down to the floor.

From the very childhood, when Stacy saw her dad hitting her mom, because she just got on his nerves, she sweared to herself, that if a man will do something like this to her, she'll just turn around and leave him. No matter, if before that, their life was perfect and romantic. She hated men, who beat up women. She always thought that men, who do that, are worthless. And she could never find an excuse for a male, to lay his arms on a female. But when Bret hit her, and she fell down with a burning cheek. . . it released her. A very strange feeling, it's almost impossible to describe it. If you're a bad, selfish, evil person, after death you go to hell. If you steal something from the shop, you get arrested. If in the eve of an exam, instead of studying, you play computer games or hang out with your friends, you get a negative mark.

People call it consequences.

It sucks, but that's the way it works. You pay for your actions. A lot of people hate this law of nature, but sometimes, very rarely, people who feel incredibly guilty, after they pay for their actions, they feel release. They feel free. Like they settle their accounts. And they can breathe deeply again - no rock on their hearts anymore.

That's the way Stacy felt about that slap.

- I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! YOU HEARD ME? EVERYTHING! - Bret kept shouting. - AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? YOU BITCH! YOU ARE NOTHING! WHERE WOULD YOU BE BY NOW, IF IT WAS NOT FOR ME?! HUH? WHERE?!

- Bret. . . calm down. . . please. . . - Stacy begged, while slowly leaning against the wall, her palm still on her cheek.

- Who is he? - Bret asked calmer, but with just as much anger. Stacy's skin got pale. She didn't care what will happen to her anymore. Right now, all that mattered was John and the baby. She wanted to protect them. No. . . She had to protect them. - I ASKED YOU A QUESTION! WHO IS HE?!

- One of my brother's, Chris', friends. - Stacy lied.

- I want a name! - Bret said annoyed.

- Dave. . . - she gulped.

- Very well. - Bret nodded while grabbing the phone and starting dialing the number. - I trusted you, and you betrayed me. I gave you my heart, and you slept with another man. And you now what, Stace? You will pay for it. God knows, you will. - and then he put the phone near his ear. - Chris? . . Yeah, whatever. I want you to do me a favour. . . Oh, it's nothing, really. I just want a phone number. . . Of your friend Dave. . . - he said as Stacy's heart started going wild. - Really? - Bret raised his eyebrow and looked at Stacy. That look told her very well, that it's just the beginning. - You don't have a friend, who's name is Dave, huh? . . Nothing, everything's fine. . . I'm sure. . . Bye.

- Bret. . . - Stacy sobbed as Bret knocked down the commode, crying out in anger and breathing deeply.

- So. . . You think I'm an idiot, huh Stace? - he asked, not looking at her. - A guy to be joking with? A man, who'd forgive an affair?

- I'm sorry. . . - was all she could say. - I can't let you hurt him. . . I just can't. . .

- You'll have to. - he said sitting on the floor besides. - Because there's no other way around it. You see, Stacy, I won't lie to you. I'm angry. I'm very angry. It's an 'eye for an eye' thing. Somebody is gonna have to pay for this. You, of course and someone else. I will give you a chance to choose. It's whether your baby, or your lover. Which one do you love more?

- This might be your baby, not his. - Stacy said horrified.

- That's why I really hope you'll pick the lover.

- What the hell is going on in your little, blondie head?! - Jeff cried out as he saw Trish sitting alone in Vickie's house.

- Excuse me? - she stood up. - What makes you think you can talk to me like this?

- Oh, yeah, of course. How cute. So now you're all sensitive and stuff? - he asked angrily.

- Ok, change your tone, when you're talking to me, Pirate. - she raised her voice a bit. - And what the hell is your problem?!

- You are the only one having a problem right here. And this time for real. You screwed up, Trish. You both did! - he snapped out. - Don't you watch TV, go on the net, or simply don't pay attention to all those posters on the street? It clearly says: if you're stupid enough to sleep with a womanizer, we've got three words for ya: protection, protection, protection.

- I'm not talking to you about my love life. - she smiled a bit. - And besides, quit the hints. Tell me what's bothering you now?

- What's bothering me now, is that you're pregnant. With John's kid!

As Randy was making his way out of the hospital, where he works, he heard his cell phone ringing.

- Hello? - Randy picked it up.

- Randy. . . - Candice said. - Can we meet somewhere?

- I thought I said it very clearly. I don't want to see you ever again. - he responded.

- Please, I'm asking nothing more. I want to see you. We have to talk about what happened. You won't have to say a word. Hell, you won't even have to look at me. I just want you to listen to me. - she begged.

- Ok. - he agreed. - But I don't have much time. So you'll have to hurry up.

- Thank you. - Candi said. - I'll wait for you in cafe near your house.

- Deal.

- John. - Stacy said through tears, hating herself. - John Cena. - Bret, at first, stared at her shocked, then he started laughing.

- Of course! - he said. - He was at our engagement party, and earlier today, I saw him in your room. But "you just thought he was working for me", right?

- Don't touch him. - she said. - I'm begging you, don't touch him. It was all my fault. - she was all shaking.

- Why should I, Stace? - Bret stood up. - Because you asked me? Why should I give you favours? - by then, he knew already, that he can't kill John. He was the part of a league. Without him, Randy and Jeff probably couldn't find the crystal. The crystal, which Bret wanted. But making a person suffer, not necessary means killing him or torturing him using knife or gun or rope. . . right? There's another way of torture. . . much more useful way.

- I'll do anything you want. . . just don't do anything to him. . .

- Anything? - Bret raised his eyebrow.

- What? - Trish asked shocked, but smiling.

- I know the truth. - Jeff told her. - The maid of your palace told about the pregnancy test to Bret, Bret told Vickie and Vickie came rushing to me. She thought that the kid's mine.

For a moment, Trish was speechless, she didn't know what to say. This whole John/Trish thing got far. Real far. And that was kind of funny, the world thought that there's something between them, while in reality, they were only friends. And it all started with a simple phone call she made. Trish opened her mouth to tell him the truth, but then changed her mind. Why not?

You wanna play? Let's do it. Nobody would still get hurt. . . hopefully.

- Oh, Jeff. . . - Trish said, her face expression was upset. - I'm so confused. I don't know what to do! - she fell straight to his arms, making him feel awkward. First, he just lightly put his palms on her back. . . but then, as he convinced himself, that it's nothing wrong, he wrapped his arms around her.

- Yeah. . . yeah. . . - he rolled his eyes, trying to act normally. - And you should. . . I mean. . . Maybe you'll find a solution.

- I hope so. - she set herself free. - Getting pregnant. . . I mean God! . . I sure as hell didn't expect that one coming! - she said and then painfully closed her eyes, putting a hand on her stomach.

- What's wrong? Are you ok? - Jeff asked concerned putting one of his hands on her back, another on her stomach.

- Yeah, it's strange. . . - she tried to hold on her laugh. - Do you think the baby can already kick me in the stomach? I mean, of course, it depends on how much time pregnant I am. . . but to be honest with you. . . - she shrugged her shoulders. - . . . I don't know. I really don't. I might be one month pregnant, or 3 weeks and 4 days, or 3 weeks. . . or 2 weeks. . . or 1 week and 5 days. . . I can even be pregnant for one day! But I suppose. . . then I wouldn't have a bare idea about the pregnancy, right? - she asked making him want to throw up. Only the thought of John and Trish. . . together. . . in a bed. . . turning over between the coverlets. . . made him sick in the stomach.

- Yeah. - he nodded quickly. - John. . . does he know about it?

- No. - Trish shook her head. - And please don't tell him. I want to wait for the right time. I mean it's so special. . . so romantic. . . it makes me wanna cry! - she said wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest.

- Oh common! - he said lightly stroking her back.

- And it's pretty funny, because. . . - John was saying to his friend in bar, as he heard his cell phone ringing. - Exuse me. - he picked it up. - Hello?

- John. . . It's me. - Stacy said trying to control herself.

- Hey, Stace. . . - John immediately brightened up. - What's up, darling?

- I want to tell you something. - she said through tears.

- Tell me what? What's going on?

- Remember all those times I told you, that I love you? - Stace asked.

- Yeah. - he nodded.

- Well I was lying. I don't love you John. I never did. I love my husband, and I'm gonna be with him. . . forever. . .

- What are you talking about? - John asked getting concerned. - Stacy, you're talking nonsenses. . .

- I mean every single word, John. - she cut him off. - So. . . I think, that you and I. . . we're over. And. . . please don't call me ever again. Goodbye, John.

- But, Stace. . . - John wanted to say something, but Stacy picked off her phone. - What the hell was that? - he whispered to himself.

XOXO

- Happy now? - Stacy asked angrily, while giving Bret the phone.

- Very happy. - he laughed a bit. - I just could hear his heart breaking. . . And that was the music to my ears!

- Hey. - Candice greeted as Randy entered the cafe and sat near the table.

- As I said, I don't have much time. . .

- Ok, I'm sorry. - she nodded. - The thing is. . . Randy I think that you're an awesome man. You're smart, funny, outgoing, caring and sweet and. . . And I can't believe that you chose her. Her? I mean, she's just bringing you down. She didn't deserve you! You're worth the best. . .

- You mean I should get with someone like you? - he cut her off.

- Not necessary. - she shook her head. - She's annoying, Randy. You know it. All of us know. And it's just. . . she's not for you.

- I think I'm the only one, who can decide that. - he responded.

- It's just my opinion. - she lowered her head. - I didn't want to hurt you. I never meant it. I just wanted to spend more time with you. . . and this idea hit me, when Lauren wrote me in to help old people in Elders house at Community day. . .

- She did what? - Randy raised his eyebrow.

- Yeah it was her job. - Candice smiled a bit, nodding her head.

- So you were annoying each other?

- Kind of. - Candice confessed.

- And it was all for me? - he asked upset.

- Randy. . .

- Where exactly are we standing at Candice? - he asked. - I made sure from the very beginning about my intentions. You're 9 years younger than I am. And I have a girlfriend. Can't you understand? We're only friends. I can't offer you nothing more.

- From when the age is a limit? - she asked. - And about her. . .

- I'm not breaking up with Lauren, Candice. . .

- And there's nothing I can do to change that?

- What do you mean? - he asked. - Of course no. I love her and we're a wonderful couple, and you can do whatever you want I will still. . . - he was saying as she interrupted him with a kiss.

- What should be the name of a baby? - Trish asked as they were sitting on a sofa.

- Trish, I don't know. - Jeff rolled his eyes.

- I was thinking about Johnny. Just as his dad's. - Trish smiled. - Or Johnathan. . . I don't know something like this. . .

- What if it's a girl? - Jeff yawned trying to keep up the conversation.

- Then maybe Joanie. . . It's familiar to John, right? Besides, his mom's name Joanie too. So it would fit perfectly.

- Uh-huh. - he nodded.

- Isn't it awesome? To have the mini version of a wizard?

- I can just imagine. - he rolled his eyes.

- What are you doing? - Randy whispered as they stopped kissing, their foreheads were still pressed against each other.

- It takes two for a kiss. - Candi giggled.

- It's not right. - he whispered before quickly kissing her again.

- That's why it feels so good.

- I have to go. - he stood up.

- Please. . . stay. . .

- I can't. - Randy said. - See ya later, Candice.

Jeff was completely bored. Hearing Trish going on and on and on about how awesome is her pregnancy, all these baby names. . . His head was about to explode. Even the heartache became smaller. And then, suddenly, she started giggling.

- What's so funny? - he raised his eyebrow.

- You really believed it, huh? - she smiled widely.

- What. . . are you talking about?

- Oh, Jeff. . . - she took and then let out a deep breath. - I'm not pregnant. - Trish rolled her eyes as Jeff immediately looked at her. - Me and John. . . we're not even dating. . . We never did, never will. We're only friends, how many times will I have to repeat that?

- But you said. . .

- I know what I said. - Trish nodded. - But wouldn't you have used the situation if you were me?

- Thank God that I'm not. - he stood up. - You're unbelievable! Un-FREAKIN-Believable!

And with that, he was gone.

- There's gonna be a few changes in our relationship. - Bret spoke again. Stacy was sitting on the edge of theirbed. - First, you're not going anywhere from this house, without my permission. And I'll make sure that the security of this house is better than ever. So he better don't ty to get in here from the window.

- Ok. - Stacy nodded. Tears were still falling down her cheeks.

- And this child is officially gonna be mine. We won't make any DNA test, no nothing. - Bret said. - And you will never complain, never argue, you'll do whatever I'll tell you to do. You lost my trust. Deal with the consequences.

- Where's Melina? - Randy asked as he entered the house and saw Jeff and John sitting there. Both of them looked. . . upset. - It's already 9 a.m.

- She told Vickie, that we'll have to meet her in garage. We were waiting for you. - Jeff responded.

- Is. . . everything ok with you guys? - Randy raised his eyebrow. - You seem strange.

- Stacy called me. - John responded staring at nothing. - She said it's over.

- For good. - Randy added.

- It was weird. Very weird. She was crying and stuff. I was thinking. . . maybe Bret found out and forced her to tell me this?

- Nah. - Jeff shook his head. - I don't think so. If Bret would have found out, you wouldn't be sitting right here right now, man.

- You'd be dead. - Randy added.

- He would have killed you the slowest, most painful death. - Jeff said.

- And rent you a place in hell. - Randy laughed a bit.

- That's exactly where I am right now. In hell. - John responded. - I'm worried that he won't do anything to her.

- He won't. He's not stupid. Besides, there's one chance in a million, that he knows about you two. - Jeff responded.

- Let's go? - Randy asked.

- This me and dad at our wedding day. - Joanie smiled as she and Candice were looking over the old family album.

- I missed him. - Candi said.

- Well, honey. . . He's in a beter place right now. - Joanie stroked her head, and then pointed to another picture.

- And this is you and John, when you were little kids. - she said.

- Oh, mom. . . - Candice giggled. - John looks like a kid supersmodel righ here and I. . . man, I was ugly.

- No, you weren't. - Joanie wrinkled up.

- Common, let's admit it! - she smiled. - Look at me! I had a lot of zits. . . and those huge glasses. And I was short, I was always getting 'A' marks, and that's why, as everybody thought, I had no personal life. And they were right. I was ashamed to go outside, play with the other kids. I had no self confidence.

- But you had a boyfriend. - Joanie giggled.

- Yeah. . . that's true. - Candi also giggled. - An internet boyfriend. We end up as he asked me to send him my photo.

- What was his name?

- I don't remember. But he was really sweet and really nice. And he had a lot of friends, everybody liked him. He had a lot of girls wanting to hang out or chat with him. But he was older than me, so I had to lie to him that I'm about 5 years older than my real age.

- That was stupid to do. - Joanie smiled.

- But we shared a beautiful 5 months long relationship. My personal record!

- Hello boys. - Melina greeted them near the door of the garage. - Are you ready for the first task?

- It's not a freakin' reallity show, just tell us what to do. - John rolled his eyes.

- Before getting to the point, there's one thing, which you have to know.

- What thing? - Jeff asked.

- While fulfilling the task, you can use help from anywhere and anyone. That's the only rule. - Melina responded before opening the door of a garage and entering it along with the guys. Guys saw an old brown horse standing there.

- A horse? - Randy raised his eyebrow. - He looks like he was in First World War.

- Then he'd be like 100 years old. - Jeff wrinkled up, not understanding.

- Exactly. - Randy nodded as Jeff laughed a bit.

- Anyways. . . what will we have to do with it? - John asked. He wasn't up for joking and playing.

- Sell it to a person. And I mean not for two dollars, you'll have to earn a solid price.

- Nobody with half brain would buy it. - Randy noticed.

- Then find someone with no brain. - Melina giggled.

- Oh common! - John rolled his eyes. - What will we learn or prove by doing it? Deceiving people?

- Smartness. - Melina respoded. - Not eveybody would be able to sell a horse, who's almost dead already. And you won't decieve a good person, to steal from a stealer is not a cryme. . . techniaclly. There is this man: Steven Clark. He's one of the horcerace judges. Evil and wily man. . . He takes money from competitors. If you want to get his vote, you have to bribe him. That's why a lot of talented, but poor horseman never get to the top.

- I see. - Jeff nodded. - We can use anybody's help?

- Absolutetly. - Melina nodded. - And you have to do it in one day. The horse must be sold til tomorrow so hurry up! Oh. . . and. . . the money you will earn. . . you're gonna give it to a poor Children House. They'll have to close, if they doesn't have many money, so they're trying to get people to help them.

- I wonder where Jeff is and what he's doing at the moment. - Ashley said as she and Trish were at work.

- Probably with the guys. - Trish responded searching for the info on the net. - We kind of, got an argument again.

- What's this time? - Ash rolled her eyes giggling. - You didn't like his tattoo's? He didn't like your second name?

- Brie told dad, that I asked her to buy me a baby test, and dad thought I'm pregnant. So he went to your mom and asked her to convince you to talk to me about it. Jeff. . . uhm. . . overheard it. . . - She lied on her last sentence. - And thought I'm expecting John's child. I played it, that I am pregnant. Afte he found out that I'm just fooling him, he got mad. That's the story.

- Oh. . . wow. . . About that. - Ash said. - Mom really went to talk to me. I told her the truth. Ya know, that the test was for Stacy, so she calmed down. - she said as her cell phone rang and she picked it up. Trish knew, who was calling her, and she really didn't want to hear their conversation, so Trish concentrated on her article. - Guess what? - Ash asked as she finished.

- What?

- Boys need our help. - she smiled.

- Sure as hell didn't expect that one comin'. - Trish giggled.

- This really sucks. - Randy said as they all were sitting around a little table in a garage. - I mean, when we will tell someone, that we want to sell that horse, they will think we're just joking.

- We can do this. - Jeff responded.

- Who cares we sell it or not? - John asked. - Right now I have way more important things to do. - it was time, when Ashley and Trish entered the garage.

- What's up boys? - Ashley smiled.

- What do we have to do now? - Trish asked.

- Sell a horse. - Randy pointed to it. - We will give all the money we earn for ir to a Children's house.

- You're absoluetly kidding me. . . - Trish responded.

- Ain't those kids important to you? - Jeff asked, acting that he's getting upset. - Don't you care that these poor little miracles don't have home? Loving parents? Food to eat? - John patted his shoulder for support. - They have nothing. . . Destiny took everything away from them. . . - he covered his eyes with his palms.

- Oh common! - Ashley rolled her eyes. - Did you turn into Mother Teresa in one night?

- I can't believe it. - Jeff emmidiately removed his arms from his face. - I can't believe that this comment came out from your mouth, Ashley. I just can't!

- God you're such a bad actor! - Trish said. - I'm telling you, you're a horrific actor.

- Because I don't have a lying gift like you do? - Jeff smiled.

- Anyway, guys. - Randy rolled his eyes. - You're in or you're out girls?

- Whatever, we're in. - Ashley said.

- What will we have to do? - Trish asked.

- First things first. - John stood up getting between the girls and hugging them both. - We need money.

- How much money? - Ash raised her eyebrow.

- And for what? - Trish added.

- About two thousand dollars. - he pointed to it. - We'll need those money to buy that horse all this stuff, so he'll look at least a bit better.

- We don't have money. - Randy said. - Not a bit.

- Dad blocked my bank account after what happened with the wedding. - Trish let out a deep breath.

- And we'll get our pay for the job in an agency only like. . . after 4 days. - Ashley added.

- Then what do we do? - Jeff asked.

- I have an idea. - Randy smiled.

Stacy lightly stroked her stomach. This baby already brought so many changes and it's not even born. She had no idea who's it, and to be honest. . . she didn't even want to know. What's the matter anyway? Bret told her clearly, that the baby is his. And it doesn't matter, who his or her father is. Stacy will still love er child. Because it's her's.

She didn't care what Bret might or will do to her. It wasn't important enought to waste her time on it. But even the thought that he would want her baby to suffer. . . it brought the animal inside of her. She would kill Bret herself, if he at least had smaller intensions to hurt her child.

- No way in hell! - John said as they 5 were standing in front of a not-so-good reputation club.

- Have any other idea? - Randy asked. - There's a lot of ways to get money from here. People play here poker from money, you can earn some cash in an arm wrestling, you can go an dance on a bar, they pay good for it, you can also compete in beer drinking contests and so on.

- So this is what you want us to do? - Trish raised her eyebrows. - Strip off our clothes on a bar in front of all these alcoholics?

- You won't have to strip anything. - Randy explained. - Just dancing and that's it.

- Is it at least working? I mean it's only 10 a.m. - Ashley said.

- Yep. - Randy nodded. - Yesterday's party is slowly coming to an end. That means that right now, is a very hot atmosphere, everyone has a great time, they're not stingy, not afraid to risk and make bets on money. We're on time.

- A beer drinking conest is not so bad idea. - Jeff raised his eyebrow.

- Nobody could beat you on that one, isn't that right Jeff? - Trish rolled her eyes.

- Trish, go get another victim to get you pregnant. I see you're obssesed with that idea, ain't you darling?

- Your darling is my best friend, not me. And get over it, Pirate! What's your problem anyway?

- Whatever you're talking about. - John cut them off. - Count me in. Really in. I couldn't care less right now. I have some. . . let's say experiance in arm wrestling. It could help.

- Whatever you decide to do, don't forget, we need 2000 dollars. That means that each of us has to get at least 400 dollars. Without money, none of us will step out of here.

- I'm sorry ladies, we have no jobs available for today. - the man, who was in his late thirties or in his early fourties said. He was sitting besides a small and low table, writting on some documents, while Trish ad Ashley were standing in front of him. The room, they were in was small, dismal and stuffy. There were some photos and PlayBoy magazine covers hanging on the wall. Since the walls were very thin, you could clearly hear the music going wild in the club. - But if you come here tomorrow. . .

- We want a job today. - Ashley cut him off looking for a window, since it was almost impossible to breathe. As I mentioned before, the place was very stuffy. Only a very small window was in the wall, but it was closed.

- In that case, as I said, I have no offers for you girls. - the man responded.

- Are you sure? - Trish raised her eyebrow putting her hands on the table and bending down a bit, so he could see her cleveage. The man gulped.

- We thought you could help us. - Ashley added putting her leg on the low table ( she wore shorts ). Now it looked like a man wouldn't mind some more air as well.

- I. . . I. . . uhm. . .

- Oh well. - Trish let out a deep breath as the girls were about to leave.

- Wait! - he said as girls exchanged the "I told you" looks. - When I thought about it better, I released that we sure wouldn't mind another dancer and another barmaid. I'd give 150 hundred dollars for each of you, plus you can get some solid tips from the customers. What do you say?

- That fits just perfectly. - Ashley nodded.

- Thanks. - Trish winked at him.

- Now go to the locker room and change to some. . . sexy clothes. Believe me, you'll get more money like this.

- Thanks again. - Trish smiled a bit as they left his "office".

XOXO

- I told you it wasn't a good idea to challenge me for arm wrestling match. - some fat guy ( Mark Henry ) said to another guy ( Umaga ), who was sitting in front of him. Umaga gave Mark a 100 dollars bank-note. - I always win. There's maybe only 4 other guys in this country who could beat me on that one.

- Then it happens to be that I'm one of those 4 guys. - John said as he came near them.

XOXO

- Randy The Playa. - Chris Masters laughed a bit standing up as he saw Randy. - What's up man? - they calpped hands and then bumpped each other's shoulder ( typical men greeting ). Chris and Randy. . . they were "friends" if you get what I mean. Randy always thought that Masters is a "greedy, arrogant son of a bitch", while Masters looked at Randy as "A loser, who never wins". Officialy, they were friends and they loved competing against each other. But inside, they couldn't stand each other. - Came here to lose more money to us?

- Actually, I'm here to get every single dollar you'll place, Chrissy Bitch. - Randy responded. ( Author's note: Chrissy Bitch - Have you ever heard about a person named Chris Crocker? He/she is Britney Spear's number one fan. Then maybe you've heard Britney's song "Gimme More", which starts with "It's Britney Bitch". So Chris made a parody of this song, and it's first line says "It's Chrissy Bitch". Thanks to Chris Masters' name, Randy could feel free mocking him with it. Not that he did in reality though. )

- Whoa there! - Chris laughed a bit. - Why so sure?

- Intuition.

- Intuition is a women's thing.

- Are we here to talk or to play? - Randy asked annoyed.

- Alright! I have no problems! - Chris raised his arms in defence. - Initial contribution 50 dollars. - he said as Randy checked his pockets, but found no money. Then Randy started looking around, so maybe he would find any of the guys and ask them to lend him some cash. A certain blonde on the bar caught his eye.

- Be right back. - Randy said.

XOXO

- Oh common dude! - Jack Swager told his friend. - I thought you couldn't get enough beer!

- I thought so too. - Tommy Dreamer nodded. - But. . . really, man. . . I don't have any more money. Besides, my wife's at home. . . waiting for me. . .

- God, you're a wimp. - Jack said annoyed. - Anyone else for the contest? Beer drinking? 120 dollars for each win?

- Here! - Jeff raised his hand a bit.

- Jack Swagger. - he held out his hand.

- Jeff Hardy. - he shook it.

- I have to warn you, man, I drink beer like it's water. - Jack smiled.

- And I drink beer like it's beer. - Jeff responded as Jack laughed a bit.

XOXO

Trish was dancing on the bar as a lot of men were staring at her. She wore short jean shorts, orange sexy half shirt and long white boots. Also she had an orange garter on her leg, which was now holding pretty many banknotes. She wasn't really very happy about having to do this, she felt. . . slutty and indecent and all wrong. . . but there's no 'I' in a team, right? Besides, it's not that she danced naked or men were touching her. They were allowed only to watch. . . and shove money behing her garter. Randy slowly got near that bar, acting that he's relaxed and that nothing special is going on. Trish noticed him and "accidentaly" got near. He ran his two fingers ( index and middle ) from her knee to her ankle, once again acting that he just wants to have fun. She, while dancing, bend down to him.

- I need 50 dollars. - he whispered. Trish secretly took a banknote from off the garter and stroked his neck, from chin to clavicle and secretly shove it under his T-shirt. - Thanks, I owe you. - he smiled a bit.

- No, don't worry. I already have almost 400 dollars. - she winked.

- See ya. - he mouthed before leaving near the poker table.

XOXO

- Hello boys! - Ashley winked as she came near Jeff and Jack, who were preparing to compete in a beer drinking contest. She wore a white half-shirt with red details, which ended maybe 2 inches over her navel and which showed off half of her black bra. She also had a tartan red mini skirt, fishnet stockings, long black armbands, which were going from her wrists to her elbows and a black cap. This whole black-white-red contrast fit perfectly with her long blonde hair with black/ pink streaks. - Anything to drink?

- Actually we're going for a beer drinking contest. - Jack winked at her.

- Then the bar welcomes you. What kind of beer will you drink? - she asked as Jack and Jeff exchanged looks.

- The strongest you have! - Jack laughed a bit.

- Awesome. - Ash smiled.

XOXO

- She's your girl? - Chris asked as Randy came back with 50 dollars and sat down. Chris probably saw how he got those money from Trish.

- Not exactly. - Randy responded.

- Lover? - Chris raised her eyebrow.

- Why do you think we share this kind of a relationship? - Randy smiled a bit.

- I watched her for a while. - Chris responded. - And I noticed that she don't really let guys to touch her. Why is she so friendly to you?

- Oh whatever. - Randy rolled his eyes. - She is my lover. - he lied, wanting to end this conversation.

- How can a guy like you, get a girl like her? - Chris asked. - What? You told her you're having a cancer? - he laughed a bit.

- We're playing or not? - Randy asked annoyed.

XOXO

- That was luck and nothing more. - Mark explained while giving John 100 dollars.

- Yeah, yeah. - Umaga behind him laughed. - This guy just beat you. I guess you're no longer the best around.

- He will be able to call himself the best, only when he'll beat him.

- Him? - John raised his eyebrow.

- Here he is. - Some other guy ( CM Punk ) pointed to a huge man, who was coming near them.

- Who is he? - John asked.

- Glenn Jacobs, but everybody calls him Kane. If we would have an Arm Wrestling Championship, he'd be the champ. - CM Punk responded.

- I saw how you won. - Kane said. He was huge, pale and super scary. - That was impressive. Do you want to wrestle against me?

XOXO

Jeff and Jack were still still competing and theirresult was prettymuch the same. Ashley saw that Jeff was getting dizzy and so was Jack. So she started pouring Jeff a bit lighter beer, but he shook his head, giving her a sign, that he doesn't want to cheat. Beer drinking contests wereone of those rare things, which Jeff took seriously. And soon Jeff won. He got 120 dollars and a view of disappointed and embarresed Swagger.

XOXO

- You're so sexy. - some man ( AJ Styles ) said as he came near Trish. - Do you imagine how muh money could you make if you. . .

- Not. . . interested. - Trish cut him off.

XOXO

- And here I win again! - Jeff laughed a bit getting 120 dollars from Evan Bourne, who he also just beat. Evan was a way easier "victim" than Jack.

- You're unbeatable, man. - Evan said while leaving.

- Pretty good reputation, huh? - Ashley giggled mixing a coctail for some other customer.

- Yep. - Jeff said. - But I only have 240 dollars. And I have no idea how could I take nother beer contest. I almost can't stand on my fucking feet!

- How much more money do you need? - Some guy asked as he came near ( Shelton Benjamin )

- 160 dollars. - Jeff responded.

- Beat me and I'll give you 200.

XOXO

- It did not just happen. - Kane said amazed and shocked as John won against him. Have to notice, it was a very hard fight, and a few times John almsot lost ( his arm was about 3 inchess away from the table ). - Ubelievable!

- You're srong, man. - John responded. - But it's only a hobbi to you, while I need money. I guess it explains everything.

- So you need money, huh? - Batista asked as he sat down in Kane's place. - How about a double bet? Beat me, and you've got 200 dollars.

- Fits to me.

XOXO

- You were cheating! - Chris said shocked as Randy took all the placed money. - You never win!

- I told you, this time it was something different. I made it clear, that I'm here to win. - Randy smirked.

XOXO

- Heya. - Trish smiled a bit as she came outside the club, changed into her casual clothes and saw John standing there and counting money.

- Hi. - John smiled a bit. - How much money do you have?

- 420. You?

- 400 to be exact. - John smiled a bit. - I had to beat this guy Batista in an arm wrestling match. I lost to him at first. Then I won against him. Then he got a rematch and I won again. I swear he almost broke my arm. You should have seen him! He's huge! H-U-G-E. I don't know how the heck I win. He's the strongest bastard I've met in my life.

- Good for you. - Trish smiled a bit. - I'd rather go competing with those guys in arm wrestling match then dance like some cheap stripper on the bar. That was disgusting!

- I common! You've got 420 dollars! - John giggled friendly hugging her. - So. Let's go or let's wait for them?

- Lets go. - Trish smiled. It was the moment Randy came outside.

- Hey guys! - he laughed out. - I swear I've got that arrogant bitch luck in love with me! I was like a. . . Poker God or something! I've got 500 dollars!

- Congrats. - Trish giggled.

- Yeah, man. - John added.

- I've got Ashley's and Jeff's money as well. - Randy added. - Both of them got 400 dollars, but they decided to spend some alone time in a locker room, if ya know what I mean. - he giggled. Trish took a deep breath and looked to a different direction. She wanted to think of Ash and Jeff as an odd, different couple, which limits themselves to a simple make out session. She wanted to believe that maybe they're one of those couple's, who believes that sex is after marriage. . . And now Randy just got to her face like that. . . It hurt. But maybe it was the right thing to do? She has to face reallity. And reallity is that her best friend dates the man that she. . . Ashley dates Jeff. - Let's go to buy the horse all this stuff?

- Nah. - John shook his head. - We're pressed for time. You go and buy everything and me and Trish will go to wash the horse. We'd be quicker, ok?

- Fine with me. - Randy nodded.

- Calm do-down and con-co-concentrate, Bret. - Brian stammered. - You're go-gonna tell a live speech. Every-ever-everyone will watch you. Al-almost entire town. You can scre-screw up.

- Got it. - Bret smirked. - Besides the inaguration speech, I've got an awesome news to entire people of this town. To my people. - he shoot a quick look to Stace. - You will go with me.

- Give me a hose. - John asked while brushing horse's mane. - It's time to wash him.

- Ok. - Trish nodded, while going to take it from the floor. - Are you alrght?

- What are you talking about?

- You seem upset. - she said.

- My girlfriend dumped me again. - he smiled sadly. - But something's wrong here, I know that there is. She must be hiding something from me, I just feel it and that's kind of. . . - he was saying as Trish lightly watered his back and started giggling. John jumped from his place surprised, his jaw opened wide and he unsuccesfully tried to hide his smile as he felt is T-shirt a bit wet in the back.

- Somebody's afraid of water, huh? - she giggled. He laughed as well before bedning down to a bucket full of water, and put the sponge in it. - No no no no! - she said a bit freaked out as he threw a sponge at her. Unfortunately, she bend down a bit, so it didn't hit her, but some drops still landed on her. Now John was giggling. - You're so regreting this! - she giggled too wanting to water him more with a hope, but he grabbed it and they started playfully fighting for it.

- Let it go. - John said thought lough.

- You're out of our mind. - she giggled as they continued "fighting". - Listen, let's finish this. Let it go, I'm not doing it again.

- You're serious? - he asked as she nodded. - I trust you. - he said.

- You're doing a right thing. Trust me. - she smiled.

- Oh well. - he took a deep breath letting the hose go. John took a few steps ahead as she watered his back once again. He once again freaked out and placed his foot wrong. - AHH! - John cried out in anger.

- What happened? - her smile was immediately gone.

- My ankle. I'm afraid I dislocated it. - he said while puting his hand around her shoulders and she hugged his waist with one hand, helping him to stand.

- What the hell do you think you're doing? - Jeff asked as he and Ashley came in.

- So much money. . . - Randy whispered to himself. He was standing in fron of a Casino. All the money was in his hands.

- Will you come in? - some man asked as he came near him.

- I don't know. . . Nah. . . . I can't do this. . . This is my friends' money as well. . . I can't lose them. . .

- Who's talking about losing? - the man asked. - Just imagine your friends' reaction if you double this money. What do you say?

- They would be excited. - Randy admitted. - Besides I had so much luck tonight in pocker. . .

- Exactly. - the man nodded. - Let's go.

- John dislocated or strained his ankle. - Trish responded helping John sit down.

- Why you're all. . . wet? - Ashley raised her eyebrow as both Trish and John giggled.

- How cute. - Jeff whispered under his breath.

- Ahh let's say. . . we couldn't share a hose. - John smiled while turning in the small TV, which was there.

- You and I. - Jeff said looking at Trish. - We need to talk. - he finished lightly grabbing her wrist and going outside. While going Trish gave an asking look to Ash, but Ashley just shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what's this all about.

- No no no no! - Randy put his hands on his head. - I lost. . . everything!

- What are you talking about? - some man asked.

- These money were my friends' and I lost every single dollar!

- Fuck. - the man responded.

- They're gonna kill me!

- So. . . you and Trish? - Ashley giggled sitting down besides John, while he was switching channels.

- What do you mean? - John asked.

- You know. . .

- I don't. - John shook his head smiling.

- Listen, I know I'm probably bothering you with all those little 'John and Trish sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage then comes Johnny in a baby carriage' thing. - she giggled. - I swear I'm gonna stop it, if you let me to ask you one question.

- Go on. - John agreed.

- Why are your pants wet? - she laughed looking at his jeans.

- That's water!- he also laughed a bit. - I told you we had a hose fight!

- Woah woah woah! - Ashley's smile slowly disappeared as she looked at TV. - Bret's inauguration speech.

- What interesring can he possibly say? - John rolled his eyes also taking a look at TV.

"As I said before this whole year was extremely surprising and happy to me. Not only that I got married with an amazing and honest woman. - Bret shoot a quick glare at Stacy, who was standing a bit further his back. - But I also got a huge responsability and an amazing honour to call myself the mayor of this town. - he let people in the hall applaud to him. - And if that's not enough, now I'm standing here, with another great news to tell. Ladies and gentlemen I want to share with you my happiness, what I call the greatest and most exciting surprise that have happend to me so far. My wife, Mrs. Stacy Hart, - he took her hand and hugged her waist. John's heart started beating faster. - after about 8 months will give birth to my son or daughter. It's gonna be her first and my second child, among my daughter Trish, who, I believe, is now as happy as I am."

- What? - John asked shocked, his skin pale, his heart still beating like crazy.

- What do you want to talk about? - Trish asked as she and Jeff were standing outside. - And how are you pretty much. . . normal after so many beer drinking competitions?

- Cold shower. - Jeff responded. - Trish, I'm sick. You understand me? I can't take it anymore. I have to ask you something.

- Ask me what?

- What the hell is up with you and John?

- Why do you care? - she smilled a bit.

- You really want an answer? - he asked. - Because I'm not sure you will like it.

- Yes, Jeff. - she rolled her eyes. - I want an answer. - It was the time when he grabbed her cheeks and kissed her.

And this kiss was the wrongest, most pasionate, sweetest kiss she experianced in her lifetime.

What's next for Randy & Candice? What will Randy do now, when he lost all money? Will the guys fullfil the task? What will John think of Stacy's pregnancy? And what will Jeff and Trish's kiss lead to?