Chapter 25

"I'd rather be a slut to the WWF than to the Alliance, any day of the week. I wonder what your dear hubby thinks about you being a man-eater, Steph?" Alice shot back coldly, daring the bitch to reach out and touch her. Glenn and Jericho, even Kurt, would have her back, she was sure of it.

"If Hunter was here…"

"He'd be Team WWF all the way because, unlike you, he's loyal and doesn't bite the hand that feeds him, whore."

"I'm inclined to agree with Jericho, so why don't you all move on and leave us alone already? You won the battle, but we'll win the war. Oh, it's true, IT'S DAMN TRUE!"

"I AM the hand that feeds him." Stephanie said viciously, her blue eyes narrowing as she took in the 4. "And I see you've graduated from a two-man show to all the main eventers, Alice. My, my… you really are working your way up that ladder, aren't you?"

"You really got to get a life, Princess."

"Stephanie, this is so beneath you." Kurt said quietly, remembering when she used to have a thing for him and vice versa.

"Well… as entertaining as this is, we have elsewhere to be… a celebration to enjoy… have fun, losers."

"Enjoy the celebration while it lasts."

Shane turned, narrowing his eyes at the redheaded bitch and felt his dander spike. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Only that, if you think for a second, your father doesn't have an ace up his sleeve, you're denser than I thought. You are going to fall, it's only a matter of when. WCW and ECW couldn't hack it by themselves and, as a unit, it's going to end the same damn way. You'll all be flat on your backs before long. Send Page my best, I'm sure he's enjoying the lovely goose egg I gave him." Snorting, Alice caught Stephanie's hand before it collided with her face and shoved her back none too gently, making her topple into Shane as they both hit the concrete flooring with thuds right on their pampered backsides. "And I don't take that shit anymore either, PRINCESS. Touch me again, and I'll show you what a REAL slap feels like." Only it wouldn't be a slap, it would be a direct punch to the bitch's face.

Stephanie gaped, not believing how strong Alice actually was and scrambled to her feet, huffing indignantly. "Come on, Shane! She'll pay for that tomorrow night on Raw!" She ordered, pulling her brother away down the hall cursing up a storm.

"What a cocksucker."

Shane wasn't so sure she would. Alice, Queen Slut, had managed that blow, with that strength, from a sitting position. Where on earth did a whore get that kind of arm power? Maybe it was time to see what he had really bought when he had purchased her contract, his dark eyes narrowing.

Chris, Kurt and Glenn were all laughing their asses off, Chris especially. Stephanie had done nothing except try to make his life a living hell for a few years now, and he knew WCW sucked because he had worked for that hellish place before jumping to the WWF, which had always been his end goal. And now it seemed like the business would crash and burn with McMahons squaring off with McMahons.

"I'mma go see if my big bitch is up yet," Glenn sighed, pushing himself to his feet with a wince. Fucking double suplex through a table… he was going to need a massage… and maybe some of Mark's stash of pain pills.

Alice wouldn't be able to shove a man away with that strength, but a woman like Stephanie definitely. Jericho draped an arm around her shoulders, thanking her for putting Stephanie in her place and they high-fived. Kurt joined in, high-fiving her as well while Glenn went to see if Mark was awake. A few minutes later, they both walked out, and Alice immediately went to Mark's side, worry overtaking the amusement in her soft greys. They'd been pure steel while dealing with Stephanie and Shane, but not now. She didn't dare ask him if he was alright and didn't touch him, not sure what to do at this point. Honestly, Alice was just glad his eyes were open, and he was awake.

"Ready to head back to the hotel for some rest?" She finally spoke, keeping her voice quiet and low, knowing he had to have a massive headache going on.

Mark shook his head. Larry said no concussion, but he just didn't feel right. His head was ringing, and light was killing him. He closed his eyes for a moment, groaning inwardly.

"Pizza. We're getting pizza."

Leave it to Glenn… Mark actually smiled and popped open an eye.

"The hell is with you and pizza?"

"I'm still hungry."

"Glad you can eat, I feel sick." Kurt groaned, shaking his head and tried not to imagine a greasy slice of pizza, turning a bit green. "I'm leaving. Glad you're okay, Taker."

Chris turned to watch the Olympian walk away, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Hell really did freeze over." He commented after a moment. "He's not always a douche."

"I don't think pizza is a good idea tonight, Glenn. I'm taking him back to the hotel for some rest before he keels over again."

He could order whatever he wanted, and she would get it for him, even if it was that greasy pizza Glenn kept yammering about. Truth be told, after what happened, Alice didn't have much of an appetite. How Glenn did was beyond her, but then again, the man could be demented and cold when the situation called for it.

"Red, I've been dying for this pizza…" Glenn grumbled, not believing she was trying to deprive him of what he wanted, even after being slammed through an announcer's table. He was hungry, damn it!

"Then get your pizza, Big Red, but I'm taking the Deadman back to the hotel. Come on, Mark, you can walk, right?"

Draping his arm over her shoulders again, they slowly began walking toward the exit. Chris went to retrieve their bags and whatnot, Glenn following suit on Mark's other side. Once they were out in the parking lot, with Glenn and Mark in the cab of the truck, Alice hopped in the driver's side and looked down at Chris.

"Thanks again Jericho, we owe you one."

"I'm following you guys, just in case. And I want some damn pizza too."

Alice was going to smash pizza in the face of the next person who uttered the word 'pizza' to her, fed up hearing about it and peeled away from the arena to head to the pizza joint Glenn craved.

"She's trying to coddle you."

"Yeah, I know."

Glenn smirked from his place up front alongside her, Mark in the back sprawled out as much as he could be. "He always eats with me after an injury. Best way to drink away the pain, have something on the stomach to take in excess alcohol."

"You're not getting me drunk, Glenn, not tonight."

"Alice will thank me in the morning."

"Your wife won't when I call and tell her you were talking about getting a massage." Because the on-spot masseuse was a hot little number, who Glenn had flirted with prior to marrying Teresa.

"That's LOW." Glenn pouted, inhaling deeply and began wetting his fingers, trying to remove the black from around his eyes. "So, what did happen to Page?" As in, where'd he go?

He had no idea and waited for Alice to fill in the blanks.

"I followed you both from the ring because…Glenn was in a bad way." She smiled apologetically at the big man before turning her eyes back to the road. "I figured I'd be safer with you, Mark, so that's why I followed, and Page had that damn weapon. He dropped it near you and I ran to your side to check on you. He grabbed me by my hair, told me I was going home with him, licked the side of my face and I…I did what I had to do. I hit the bastard in the head with the lead pipe and knocked him out. And then I managed to get both of us into a room and I was going to get you help, but…when I opened the door, Glenn was there, and I had him take you to the trainer's with Jericho's help." Alice was done being beaten down and abused by the Alliance, especially from Page, Shane and Stephanie.

"She also knocked Stephanie on her ass along with Shane, sleeping beauty."

"And nobody thought to get any of this on camera?" His woman had taken out not one but two people tonight, one of them a fully trained, dangerous psychopath and the other a cunt with claws. "Jesus, I miss all the good stuff."

"You would've been safer with me." Glenn teased, sticking his tongue out at Alice. "I didn't get knocked the fuck out."

"Eat me."

"You'll have to wine and dine me first. Turn here, Red." Glenn pointed at the little hole in the wall diner. "That's our destination."

"I was more concerned about your safety than taping clocking Page in the face with a lead pipe, Deadman." Alice remarked dryly, pulling into one of the parking spots in front of the small diner and nodded at Glenn. "Go grab pizzas with drinks and we'll go back to the hotel to dig in." Mark was in no condition to sit upright in a hole in the wall place like this. Maybe, just maybe, she was coddling them a little bit, but tonight had been really rough. "Grab Jericho a pizza too." She added, smiling serenely at Glenn's eye roll and waved him out of the truck, leaning her head back against the seat, closing her eyes briefly. "How's your head? Did Larry give you something for the pain?"

"Yeah." Mark moved himself to the front, shaking his head at her. "Get out, Alice, we're going in." He didn't have a concussion; he was fine, just going to have some ringing in his noggin for a bit. "We drove here, we're going in, darlin'."

Sitting down, and not being in a moving vehicle, sounded good right now. Not to mention, he'd be royally pissed if his pizza got cold. When she gave him a doubtful look, he reached over to undo her seatbelt and dragged her across the seat.

"Come on." He was already pulling her out of the truck, smiling at the exasperation on her face.

"You are so damn stubborn…" Alice grumbled, allowing him to pull her out of the truck and lifted her down, forcing her to pull the dress down yet again. Maybe wearing dresses while being around Mark and Glenn wasn't the smartest idea. "How can you be hungry after what happened? I don't understand any of you. I feel sick after what happened…"

She sighed at Mark's shrug and tossed her hands up in the air, seeing Glenn and Chris were already seated waiting for a table. Why was she not surprised? Mark sat down and pulled her on his lap sideways, resting his head against her chest and his arms around her waist. If this is what Mark wanted to do, Alice wouldn't deny him and brushed her lips very tenderly against his forehead where the small lump was while they waited. 5 minutes later, they were seated in a booth with Chris and Glenn on one side and Mark and Alice on the other.

"Betcha wondering why we never ordered to go." Glenn said with a grin, once they were seated in the booth, not even bothering with a menu. "Because they don't do to-go, just doggy boxes for your leftovers."

Mark shrugged at the look he was receiving. "Sorry darlin', he's an ass."

Chris was just along for the ride, rather enjoying being able to hang with two of the most reliable men in the company. Taker hadn't really given him the time of day outside of their few storylines, so… this was interesting, to say the least. He did cock an eyebrow when Glenn ordered a pitcher of beer and one of soda. "What the-?"

"You still look too young to drink, Jericho."

"I'm the designated driver, so soda it is." Alice didn't mind not drinking, figuring Mark and Glenn would, but pushed the pitcher of soda to Jericho after she filled her glass. "Don't even think about drinking and driving, junior."

"I'll have you know I'm a lot older than I look!"

"Could've fooled me." Glenn muttered, grinning like a fool and sipped his beer happily, hardly able to wait for the pizza to arrive. He was going to chow down.

"I don't care, you're still not drinking when you're the only one driving. Unless you leave your vehicle here, have it towed or picked up by the rental car company, you're not drinking." Alice could be stubborn too, refusing to let one of her coworkers drink and drive and potentially kill someone while doing so.

"Fine…Mom." Jericho grumbled, though his blue eyes were twinkling with amusement, deciding to listen to her considering the rough night they all had. "Thanks, Allie."

That was one of the few nicknames she'd been called in WCW and it felt good to hear it again, winking at Mark while sipping her soda.

Glenn watched the interaction, wondering if she was serious. One beer wouldn't kill the kid, but… when Chris went along with her coddling, he simply shrugged and sipped his own beer. He had already ordered some pizzas, figuring a simple pepperoni, theirs fully loaded would do them. These weren't some tiny ass pizzas either, they were huge, deep dish and full of lots of empty calories. He inhaled deeply, sighing happily.

"You got issues." Mark informed his friend, helping himself to the beer as well. Designated driver or not, he would've drunk regardless.

"Is the pizza really that good?" Chris sounded doubtful.

"Better. Trust me. You will cream your little boy undies."

"I don't want to sit by you anymore, I'm concerned…"

The pizza soon arrived, and no other words were spoken, though Alice just simply stared down at hers with wide eyes. There was… A LOT of cheese on this pie, way more than she was comfortable with. Chris had the same look on his face as she did while Mark and Glenn dug into theirs almost carnivorously.

"I think I'll just… never mind." Glenn had shot her the darkest look and Alice immediately took a bite out of the pizza, chewing through all the different cheeses.

"So? Was I right or was I right?"

"Mmmhmm…" She mumbled through the mouthful of cheese, keeping her mouth closed and took a very long swig of her soda to wash it down with. Alice could only hope her body could digest this pizza or else she'd have some constipation going on later.

There was seven kinds of cheese, pepperoni, ham, sausage, peppers both red and green, banana peppers, black and green olives, tomatoes and mushrooms, and lots of onions on the beast he and Mark were digging into. "Better than I remembered." Glenn sighed after he had devoured three massive slices, staring down at the rest of it with greedy eyes.

He slept alone since his wife wasn't on the road with him and didn't have to worry about offending a person with the gas he would be ripping all night. Chris had stuck with the plain pepperoni, afraid to try the other. It looked like a supreme, but on steroids and he was not about to risk a heart attack tonight.

"You two… are insane…" Chris sounded a bit in awe at how much they could pack away and then frowned. "And you're washing it down with beer?" They had also cleared half that pitcher. He cleared his throat, looking at Alice. "I'm afraid of this pizza, it's eyeing me." All that cheese…

"You're not the only one."