Chapter 2 – Game Over

I'll never understand how the people who claim to love you, are the same ones who cheat and stab you in the back with the knife you just brought for them. It doesn't make sense and it never will. I love Stephanie. Well, maybe the better word is loved. I say loved because what I feel right now is anything, but love. She was the apple of my eye, but now that apple has gone rotten and needs to be thrown out. Questions swarm my mind if I will keep her or dump her off to Angle. I know the answer already. No. I'm not going to give that pussy fool the satisfaction of having won my wife. I will stay with her even though I don't love her. She doesn't love me either, so I guess that makes two of us. She's not going to get out this easy. If she thinks she is, then she better think again.

We're walking hand in hand back to our hotel room to get—I won't even say his name. We will get his medals. The ones that he constantly brags about to the point that your ear will fall off from listening to him blubber about them all day. Who gives a flying crap if you won gold medals? No one gives a damn. I hold the honor of pissing on them. He can always wash it off. I could have done worse to him. If I could be charged and thrown in prison for my violent thoughts about Angle, the state would waste no time in giving me lethal injection. There is also the option of strapping me to a chair and frying me at over five hundred volts of electricity. Just to prevent me from carrying out what I really want to do to him. (And knowing the coward that he is, he would be the one to throw the switch.)

"Go in and get them," I release Steph's hand and point into the room.

She leaves me to retrieve his medals. She turns back to me once and my heart is torn to pieces. Dry tears speckle her face and she opens her mouth to say something to me, but I shake my head. I don't know if I can stand to listen to her try to explain her actions. I guess I lied and tried to fool myself. I know deep down inside I still have feelings for Steph and I probably always will. They didn't just swirl down the drain because of this incident. I just want to bury them and not face her, not face Angle, and especially not face Chyna. Chyna. God, how I miss her. I have moved on with my life and so has she. I wish I could talk to her about this. But I can't talk to her or anybody. It's something I have to face on my own.

"What comes around goes around."

A voice from behind sneers and mocks my situation. I turn around and see Test shaking his head with a smug grin on his face as if he knew this whole thing was going to happen. Of all the people in the World Wrestling Federation, he is probably the one who would understand how I'm feeling. Then again, I messed with Steph when she was still with him. I guess you can say I got my just deserts.

"Get lost, Test."

"What? You're not up for a man-to-man chat about how the same woman in both our lives has screwed us over?"

"No. Get the hell out of here unless you want a sledgehammer shoved down your throat."

Test holds up his hands in protest.

"Hey, I know how you feel."

"Nice."

"Remember when she left me for you?"

"Yes, and I remember punching you in the nose and making you wear a nose mask for weeks. If you want to be spared of wearing it again, you better back off."

"Calm down. Don't get pissy with me over it. I understand where you are coming from with this."

He does. How ironic is that? We both know that he doesn't care and that he is laughing at me. Triple H—the Game—proven a fool in a tangled web of a lover's triangle. Ha ha and hee hee on my candy-ass in the words of The Rock. Now my head hurts worse than before at the mention of Crock. My hate for him is equal to my love for Steph. I hate him with an undying passion that will never be satisfied. Almost as much as the Olympic fool. It seems like Rock is doing quite well in my eyes compared to the home-wrecker. For the first time, someone has taken The Rock's number one spot on my "People I Hate Most and Need To Kill Off" list.

I remember fighting him earlier tonight at Smackdown. It seems like years ago since it happened, although it was only a mere two or three hours ago. He stood on the ropes with his arm raised in that stupid tired gesture. When he got off, I saw the knowing smirk in his dark eyes when he arched his ugly eyebrow. It took one look from Rock to know that even he knew what was going on between my wife and K. I couldn't fight with all this garbage on my mind. And being the lowly People's Chump that he is, he took advantage of my weakness to score the pinfall for the night. I would have won that match if Stephanie had been there. She wasn't. There is no changing that now. I got beat by Crock, Angle slept with my wife, and Test is giggling about it like a schoolgirl.

"You want to stand there and whine about what she did to you. You were more than eager to pick up my sloppy seconds. It's no one's fault, but your own. You wanted a lying bitch you got one. Besides, you were both made for each other. Stir in your own juices and simmer down, but don't overflow because you didn't read the directions right."

I turn around once more and see Test walking back into his room. I'm more than tempted to beat him up and bust his nose for the hundredth time. Stephanie walks out with that unmentionable man's medals. I maintain my silence as I extend my hand and she extends hers. She hesitates and avoids my eyes. Why does it have to be like this? I never wanted her to fear me and now she does. Or does she? Her hand locks mine in a tight reassuring grip. Now she looks me in the eyes and I see that bad girl deviousness that makes me love her so much. Like she knows she can get whatever she wants and not have to pay any price. Yep, that's what you think Steph.

Daddy's little girl.

I feel like I'm entering a cemetery. The noise from before has quieted down to a murmuring hush. They're all watching me walk with her because they all know that I'm that damn good. I know I don't have their respect anymore. I probably never did and do I care? Nope. I've fallen many times and I will just get back on my feet again. It's time to put this entire situation to an end. Angle hasn't received the last torrents of my flowing rage yet. As for Stephanie…the game might be over for her and I…but there is always a rematch.