Rating: R
Author: Tempest
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone recognizable from the WWFE. They belong to Vince and themselves
Author Notes:I would never wish this on any of the characters henceforth mentioned.
* denotes thought
Who killed Triple H? It was the question that had been floating in the air ever since they found his body horribly mutilated tied to a tree. He had been missing a week, sending Vince into a purple rage, and Stephanie into a nervous breakdown. I tried to act surprise when Chyna barged into the dressing room and told me what happened. I hoped my face didn't betray anything. I hoped I looked like I really cared. Triple H had it coming to him. He thought this federation belonged to him. He thought that he dictated the federation and everyone in it. It was obvious that he had Vince under his thumb, but now a time had come for change.
Now everyone wanted to know, "Who killed Triple H?" Everyone had a reason to hate him even his own wife. I walked to the room where everyone was. Many of the women were crying, except Chyna. There was a cold look in her eyes like she knew something. *What do you knowUHHHHHH, Chyna?* I thought to myself nearly busting out in laughter. She didn't know anything she couldn't. No one was there, no one. I sat down in one of the chairs located in a lonely corner. I watched as Kurt entered the room. He went straight to Stephanie. She collasped in his arms. She started to sob and babble in his arms. Kurt stroked her hair lovingly. Kurt glanced over at me. I gave him a knowing look. *Yes, Kurt, we killed 'The Game'.* I thought without much emotion. She's all yours.
I should go over there and give her my condolences. I should say all the usual crap. "I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask." But then I would be lying because I wasn't sorry. There wasn't anything I could do for her. I'd leave that all to Kurt. He was the one who came to me. He wanted Triple H gone. I asked him before we killed Trips, why I should help him. He said, "The answer is clear as day. With Triple H gone, you'll still be the most dominate man in the WWF. You won't have to share that glory with anyone." I chuckled at that. Kurt sure did know how to pull on the heart strings.
Kurt's only concern had been Stephanie. He said one day she would get over Triple H's death, and he would be right there waiting for her. I guess his infatuation with her had turned into obsession. I had to admire his tenacity, though. I guess it was true that when you really wanted something, you didn't care who you had to hurt or in this case kill. What would he do if she ever found out that he was the one who had killed Triple H? Would he be able to withstand the hurt in her eyes? I don't think so. This relationship was doomed, but I didn't tell Kurt that's what I thought.
I thought back to a week ago. They day we killed Triple H. I didn't expect it to be so brutal, but Kurt was going on his own agenda. Kurt had lured Triple H to an old abandoned warehouse. From the meaningless drivel that I actually listen to come out of Kurt's mouth. He told Triple H that he had something that belonged to Stephanie. He wanted to bring it to their house. Of course Trips said No. Kurt was just a inch away from fucking his wife. Triple H proposed they meet somewhere. Kurt named the place. He fell for such a simple trap. If you ask me that was Triple H's first mistake. Didn't he find the least bit suspicious that Kurt wanted to meet him in an abandoned warehouse. I would have never been that stupid.
I was waiting in the shadows when Trips walked into that warehouse. I saw him, but he didn't see me. He had brought that damn sledge hammer. I think he was planning to do Kurt in, not that I blame him. Maybe, he wasn't so stupid afterall. Maybe, he had silently rejoiced at the fact that Kurt picked somewhere remote. Kurt's eyes lit up in fear when he saw that Triple H had come with his sledge hammer. I think for a moment that fear built up when he thought that I might betray him. I almost did. I almost let Triple H beat his skull in. There wouldn't be any love lost.
"Hunter, buddy, isn't that a little extreme?" Kurt asked him shaking a little.
"Give it to me." Triple H growled.
I wasn't exactly sure what 'it' was. Kurt shuffled back trying to make some distance between him and the sledge hammer. Kurt had seen what Triple H's friend could do, and he didn't want to be introduced. I shook my head as I watched the interaction between the two. Triple H started to walk towards Kurt. Our 'Olympic Zero' was in a tight situation. I chose that moment to sneak up behind Triple H. I didn't have anything to defend myself with. I could only hope that Kurt was smart enough to take advantage of a distraction.
"Why don't you put that sledge hammer down and fight him one on one." I said behind Triple H.
Triple turned to look at me.
"What are you doing here? So, now it's a two on one. I am the game, and I can bring it."
I was finding myself getting a little annoyed with Kurt who was standing there awestruck. Then suddenly as if he could read my thoughts. He did his little Olympic slam bringing Triple H down hard on the concrete. I winced. It looked painful enough. I found myself wondering if he was okay.
"You didn't think I would be stupid enough to come here alone?" He said to Triple H.
It didn't look like Trips was breathing. Kurt rolled him on to his back. I could see that his face had been badly cut.
"You're never going to get her." Triple H whispered.
This sent Kurt into a fury. He began to deliver punches to Triple H's body. *All this over a fucking female.* I thought watching the events transpire. I wasn't going to lay a hand on Triple H. I didn't want to dirty myself. Then Kurt picked up the sledge hammer. He hit Triple H in the stomach with it.
"How does it feel to be on the other end?" Kurt asked.
"Fuck you." Triple H said.
I was suprised he was even still alive. Kurt continued to pound Trips. I found it disgusting, but I smiled in spite of myself. It was like I was getting rid of someone without actually lifting a hand. When it came down to it in a court of Law. Kurt would be the one who actually killed Trips. I would only be an accomplice. Kurt avoided hitting Triple H in the face. I vaguely remember something about not wanting him to die, just suffer. Finally, Kurt's unending fury, ended. Haha.
"Come on, help me carry him to the car." Kurt said.
I couldn't even believe he just said that. I looked at him somewhat appalled. Where were we taking him now?
"Kurt in case you haven't looked at him. You've beaten him bloody. I don't think it would be a good idea to put him in YOUR CAR. That has to be one of the single most dumbest thing I have ever heard." I said.
"What do you suggest then?" He said to me snidely.
I made a mental note to hurt him after this was over. I stood there thinking for a minute.
"Take him behind this shithole? There's nothing but woods back there. And throw that damn sledge hammer in the river, your fingerprints are all over it. First put on your gloves, you fucking moron." I said.
I was playing with fire, but he couldn't get rid of two bodies. I pulled my gloves out of my pocket trying to remember if I had touched anything. I hadn't. I helped Kurt take Triple H's body out behind the warehouse. We walked for what seemed like an hour. Kurt wanted to make sure he wouldn't be easily found. When we stopped walking, we stood Triple H up and tied him to a tree using some rope that Kurt produced out of nowhere. Trips groaned. He was still alive? He was a fighter.
"I hear hell is a nice place." Kurt said to Triple H.
"I know. You and your bitch will be visiting me soon." He whispered looking in my direction.
Kurt secured the knots.
"You always had to be number one, didn't you? You could never stand to be second best." He said to me.
I felt a twinge of guilt as Kurt finished the job. He took the sledge hammer and cracked Triple H's skull. For a minute I looked over my career, and I looked at his. Would it have really hurt to be second sometime? I stiffen my jaw. Yes, it would hurt my pride.
I brought myself back to reality. Vince said the cops would be here soon. They were going to question everyone. I didn't have an alibi neither did Kurt. Kurt looked over at me with worry in his eyes. *Whatever are we going to do now, Kurt?* I thought with laughter on my lips. I got up from my seat and walked back to the dressing room. It was empty everyone was with Stephanie and Vince. Everyone except me.
//I am the game, you don't want to play me.//
I smiled in spite of himself thinking about Hunter's theme song. *Game Over* I thought onimously. As for this, I wasn't going to stick around. Kurt could take the fall himself. I opened my bag and pulled out a little black gun. I checked the barrel to make sure that there were bullets in it. He wanted Stephanie that bad let him come up with an alibi on his own. I don't need to get caught with an alibi that has more holes in it than Mick Foley's socks. I didn't need to spend time in jail. So, I decided to end the whole damn thing. And that's what The Rock is cooking.