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title: Game Over II: It's True. It's True.
author: Tempest
email: digitaltempest0837@yahoo.com
disclaimer: I don't own anyone recognizable from the WWFE.
author notes: Now you get Kurt's side of the story. All characters are in character just at they were before. Haven't read the first one? Why are you reading this? That's not smart. There are going to be some story twists, because I'm a bad mutha *shutyomouth*.

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When Chyna came into the weight room where Edge, Christian, Test, and I were training, I knew what she was going to say wasn't going to be good. I could tell from the way she threw the door open that things weren't peachy keen. She didn't say anything at first as she looked at each of us with cold eyes. When her eyes rested on me, they seemed to look through me. I looked away quickly. My heart was thumping out of control. I knew what she was going to say, but I didn't want to hear it. It would only reaffirm my guilt. I had done my best to push what we did out of my head. None of us said a word, now was not the time to cross Chyna.

"Hunter is dead." Chyna said without much emotion.

"Wh-what happened?" I found myself asking.

"They found him behind an abandoned warehouse. He was badly beaten. Someone cracked his skull. Vince wants us in the conference room." Chyna said grimly.

"Oh God." I moaned.

I grabbed the wall to steady myself. Her words were like an invisible blow to my stomach. I doubled over holding my midsection. There was no pain, but nausea threatened to overtake me. I looked over at Chyna's hulking figure in the door. Her long dark hair rested on her shoulders, her eyes were dark and cold, and her lips were stiffen in a thin line. There was an uneartly glow about her. In my mind, she seemed like an angel of death bearing bad news. I looked away from her as I started to take deep breaths. I looked back towards the doorway, but Chyna was gone. A hand rested on my shoulder. I looked back, slowly.

"Oh my God, get away from me." I nearly screamed as I stared at the face that accompanied the hand.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" I heard Test asking, but the face belonged to Triple H.

He was glaring down at me with cold, unforgiving, empty eyes. This couldn't be happening. Hunter was dead. Chyna just told us he was dead. I killed him. I looked back up into Triple H's, Test's, whoever it was eyes, unable to look away for long. I blinked a couple of times. When I blinked the third time, I was relieved when I saw that it really was Test.

"I'm alright, man. Just a little shaken up by the news." I sighed relieved.

Edge and Christian were looking at me with worried eyes. I had to get a hold on my emotions. If I kept acting like this I would eventually tell on myself, even though it had been the right thing to do.

"I'm alright. Go on ahead without me." I said as I sat down on a bench.

I needed to gain my composure before I faced everyone. *I wonder how he is taking it?* I thought bitterly. He hadn't acted like anything was wrong. He still had his appetite, he probably didn't have nightmares at night, and he probably didn't even feel bad because let's face it the man had no morals. He was still the same cocky bastard he had always been, and I envied him for it. I got up from the bench that I was on. I had to go to the conference room. I didn't want people to start wondering about me. I was trying to keep attention off me as much as possible.

I walked slowly toward the room taking slow deep breaths. The first person I saw when I walked into the room was Stephanie. My poor, beautiful Stephanie. I went straight to her. I ignored everyone and everything else. All that mattered was that I comforted Stephanie. Everything that I did, I had done it for her. She probably wouldn't understand if I told her that I had killed her husband. One day, she would, though. I smoothed her hair away from her tear-streaked face as she literally fell into my arms.

"Kurt? He's dead. He can't be dead." Stephanie said between sobs.

I didn't say anything. What could I say to her? If I tried to say I'm sorry, I'm sure I would mess everything all up. I would end up telling her that I done, but I only did it for us. My eyes scanned the room, and they rested on The Rock. He seemed to be mocking me. I could've have sworn I seen a little smile on his face. Did he enjoy this? Was this all just a game to him? Well, it wasn't a game to me. I did this to save the woman I loved. He did it for his own personal gain. He was selfish. He didn't understand doing something for someone else besides himself. Vince walked hurridly into the room.

"The cops will be here soon. They want to question everyone. I'm sure none of you would be involved. It's just routine." Vince said walking back out of the room before anyone could say anything to him.

I looked back at The Rock again. He just raised his damn eyebrow at me. Wasn't he worried? We hadn't came up with an alibi. The Rock stood up and walked out of the room. Where was he going? A few minutes passed and The Rock reentered the room. He had a calm look about him like he just had an epiphany about something. I found myself hoping it was about what we had done. He beckoned me out the door with him.

"Stephanie," I said softly. "I'll be right back."

I reluctantly got up and walked out the door, following The Rock to a secluded corner of the building. He didn't say anything to me first. He looked like he was deep in thought.

"What's our alibi?" He demanded more than he asked.

I didn't say anything to him. I hadn't thought about this. I didn't think it would come down to this. I looked at him, and then looked away...ashamed. What reason did I have to be ashamed? *Hello, Kurt. You killed a man. And you didn't take the time to come up with a decent alibi. In fact, you didn't come up with one at all.* A voice in my head said. I was just saving him from himself. What shame should I have in that?

"The almighty Olympic hero, Kurt Angle, didn't plan anything." The Rock stated bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Why should I? I never planned on it coming down to this. We were in together on this. You could at least help me come up with something." I said weakly.

"You planned everything else, why not the alibi,too? I actually worked on your agenda. This was ultimately your perfect murder. The Rock was just backup."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I have an alibi for us, but you will owe me." The Rock said with arrogance.

"W-why would I owe you?"

"It's simple. You're the one who actually killed Triple H. Although the sound of his skull cracking was music to my ears I never raised a hand except to help you carry him into the woods. What would your Princess Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley think of that?" The Rock said never taking his eyes off me.

*You're one sick bastard.* I thought as he continued to talk. I almost wished he could read my mind. Would it horrify him that I thought he was repulsive? If it didn't, it should.

"I could always get a plea bargain. I could work with the cops. All I would get is a slap on the wrist, but because of the brutality of the murder, you could get death. You'd better start taking notes, Kurt. This is what we will tell the cops. Listen carefully, because if you don't get this exactly right, you're going to be in a lot of trouble. Not just with the cops, but with The Rock as well. I can not promise you that you will make it to your trial if you fuck this up." The Rock said with a cold hard smile.

I couldn't believe him. Here I was trying to do a valiant thing, and he was blackmailing me. I hated him right then more than I hated anyone else....even Triple H. Now was not the time to deal with The Rock's attitude. I had to play by his rules til this thing was over, and when it was over I would make him wish he had never crossed me. Who did he think he was telling me if I fucked up I was going to have to deal with him. Who was the hero here, and who was the smartass? And why was he suddenly acting like I owed him a favor now? He knew as well as I did that Triple H had to die. If we hadn't killed him someone else would have, and that poor chump would have went to jail for doing the world a HUGE favor.

Triple H had it coming to him. He didn't treat Stephanie with the respect that she deserved. He didn't appreciate her like I do. To him, Stephanie was just a doll. Her only purpose was to sit there and look pretty. Oh, and cater to his every whim. What the hell kind of husband is that? I would cherish Stephanie. I would treat her like a queen. I realize she was hurt now, but slowly the memories of Triple H would fade away. Eventually, she would want to live again, love again, and I would be right there waiting for her with open arms. Then, she would forget all about Triple H, and there will only be me in her eyes. First, I had to take care of this and The Rock.

My thoughts turned back to The Rock. Why had I chosen him as my accomplice. Why The Rock? Why not? He seemed like the best man for the job at the time. He had more sense than a lot of the other guys. In fact, he was one of the few I considered to be almost on my level. It had been really simple to get The Rock in on this. He wanted to be number one. He felt that Triple H was standing in his way. He wanted to be and I quote 'the most electrifying man in sports entertainment' or at least I think that's how it goes. What neither of them failed to realize is that I am number one. I have the gold medals. I am the reason people watch wrestling. But I had to stoop myself to The Rock's level to get him to help me. Now, it was coming back to haunt me. I force that out of my mind as I think about how well everything had gone.

Triple H had been easy to bait. I told him I had Stephanie's wedding ring, which was true. I had taken it off the table when she went to the ring with Triple H.He had watched her lay it on the table before his match. He knew someone had taken, but he didn't expect it to be me. He had confronted Test about it. He never even looked my way. She never wore her wedding ring ringside. She didn't want it to end up getting broke in a skirmish or risk scratching someone really bad. Anyway, I asked him if I could bring it to them. Triple H had vehemently refused saying he would meet me. I kind of figured that he wouldn't tell Stephanie that he was meeting me until after we met, but I think he wouldn't have told her at all if things had went his way. I think when I told him to meet me at the abandoned warehouse that he thought he was going to do me in. If things had went his way, I would have been the one dead.

He had brought his trusty sledgehammer with him. I knew that he meant to hit me with it. It was definitely not just for show. The Rock had distracted him allowing me to get the upperhand. I had been afraid that The Rock was going to let me fall victim to Triple H's wrath, but he had proved to be a worthy ally. Besides from a few smartass remarks from The Rock, I would say everything went well. I had done the right thing. If anyone ever found out it was me, would they really hold it against me for killing a bonafide jerk that everyone wanted to kill. Could they really sit there and look me in the eye and tell me what I did was wrong? I think silently they would congratulate me on having the nerve to take on 'The Game'. What was up with these names that started with the word 'the' anyway? The Rock, The Game, The Big Show, The Undertaker. Maybe, I should call myself The Olympic Hero. It had a nice ring to it.

And What was up with The Rock, anyway? The Rock wanted something. I couldn't figure out what it was, but he wanted something. What did I have that he wanted besides Olympic gold? Maybe, that's what it was. He wanted my Olympic gold. What man didn't envy me? I was my country's hero. I bravely fought to bring pride to my countrymen. Men like The Rock and Triple H could only dream of accomplishing such a feat. They didn't deserve to represent our country. They didn't even reserve the respect that they always demanded. They lacked the three I's. Integrity, Intensity, and Intelligence. I posessed all those qualities, so they should envy me.

"Kurt, you'd better damn well be listening to me, or do you need a glass of milk and some cookies before I start?" The Rock said mockingly.

He really disgusted me, but I had to focus my attention on him, now. I had to let him think that he was saving me from some horrible injustice. Truth was, I could come up with an alibi on my own if I wanted to. I didn't want him to ruin things for Stephanie and me. Soon, I'd be doing the world two favors. It's true. It's damn true.