Chapter 8 – Conversations and New Alliances
A/N: New chapter. I know you all are happy. See, I didn't disappear for a month for once! ^_^
"Is there any reason why I'm down here this early drinking coffee with you?"
"Because most people drink coffee in the morning?"
Chris studied Sam, who, unlike him, seemed to have been awake for a while. While she looked as neat as she usually was, he looked like a bum off the streets. He tried to pat his bed hair down as best he could be it really only made it worse.
"You really need to stop waking up so early."
"It's not my fault you're not used to my sleeping schedule." She smirked. Chris rolled his eyes and fought the need to fall asleep, even if it meant probably drowning in his cheap drink.
"So what's so important I needed to lose my beauty sleep for?" he asked in between a long yawn.
"Beauty sleep? You set yourself wide open for a comment, Chris." She grinned.
"What do you expect? It's eight in the morning. I would be more aware if I didn't feel like falling asleep in this cheap ass café, obviously."
"Excuses, excuses." She laughed.
"Is it 'Kick Around Chris Day' and someone didn't tell me?" he pouted.
"Did anyone ever tell you you look like a fish when you pout?" Sam inquired innocently.
"Okay, I'm just going to go – "
"No no." Sam dismissed. "All joking aside, Sleeping Beauty." He glared at her and she chuckled lowly. "Sorry, it was too good of a comment to miss."
"Apology accepted, just because I'm too tired to think of a witty response."
"Gotcha."
"You still didn't beat me yet!"
"Of course not, Chris."
"Why do I get this feeling you're not being sincere?" he asked suspiciously.
"Moving along…" she instantly changed the subject, ignoring the look she was shot. "I have a problem."
"Wait wait, you're coming to ME for advice?"
"Yeah, that's the general idea."
"Me?"
"Do you see anyone else here?"
"Oh Sam, I'm going to remember this moment forever!" he grinned, his tone sarcastic. She groaned.
"Shut up, Blondie. I mean it." She muttered.
"Sorry, couldn't help it." He grinned. "You left yourself wide open!" She shot him a glare but decided to just ignore him. "So, advice. Shoot."
"I think there's something up with Rob." She spit out quickly, looking down.
"Yeah, that whore is what's up. I was talking to Raven, see, and he says she's been working that poor sucker to the core. Hasn't he told you that?"
"Well, yes but…"
"You think he's cheating on you?"
"Will you shut the hell up and let me fucking talk?" she snapped, giving him the death look that always shut him up. "God, Chris. Your downfall always will be your big mouth."
"…You used my catch phrase." He grinned.
"Hey Chris, do you want me to kill you? Because I'm starting to think you do." She muttered.
"Okay, okay, no more talking." He promised. "Continue."
"Yes, in fact, I do think something is going on. And it's justified. I haven't talked to him in three days, and you know how he is with me."
"And you are with him?" Chris smiled.
"Shut up, Blondie. Anyway, so yeah, I think he's doing something. Or maybe I'm being paranoid. I'm not good at this fucking shit, Chris. I should have never agreed to –"
"Agreed to what, go out with him? Do I need to point out the 180 mood swing from depressed sulking bitch to more happy bitch since he weaseled his way into your affection?"
"Well when you put it that way –"
"The huge masses of friends you've made since you learned to be less anti-social?"
"Well, that too…"
"And, most of all, the fact that you're still able to kick ass without worry about being stronger or weaker or whatever then him?"
"True…"
"Sam, I might be an idiot sometimes, I'll admit to that…but I highly doubt that you should complain about all the changes he's gotten into you, because it's all in the right direction. And, as for him cheating on you…Rob? Highly doubtful."
"How do you know that?" she smirked. "Enlighten me."
"First off, Rob is like your puppy when it comes to loyalty. I mean, I don't even see him looking at other girls. I highly doubt he'd be chasing skirts. Even if he was, hypothetically, he isn't the type of guy to do it behind your back, he would break up with you. Or at least I'd think so."
"But still, it's getting me kinda freaked out…"
"Anyway, I know I wouldn't cheat on you if I were him. I don't think you'd leave me with anything to work with."
The last comment was obviously to cheer her up, which it did a little. She managed a smile. "Damn straight."
"That's the Sam I know." He mused. "That is my expert opinion, because I am so good at relationships!"
"I am so tempted to comment on that with stories I've heard…"
"What has Lita told you?" he asked instantly. Sam just smiled innocently.
"Oh nothing. How'd you know she told me stuff?"
"Because she's Lita, and she likes being evil to me for no reason…"
"Now that's a bunch of bullshit. You play some stupid joke on her every week." She rolled her eyes. "Now if I weren't so 'blind', I'd say that maybe you like her. Since that seems to be the pattern with you and any kind of tight relationship of yours."
"What pattern would that be?"
"Piss the girl off every chance you get to gain even the least bit attention?"
"I so don't do that." He muttered. She gave him a look. "And don't start with that Stephanie thing again…"
"Hey, I didn't mention it…you did. Guilty conscience I see…"
"I hate you. Extremely."
"I know. That's the basis of our friendship; remember? Piss each other off? Aw, ya love me Chris. I never knew."
He glared at her as she just smiled widely.
"You know, I don't know why I put up with you, Wesley. I mean, I could hang out with all the normal girls in the world. But no, I choose to be known as the guy that hangs out with the Hardcore chick and Red."
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing. It's not like I have a bad rep." Sam stated, ignoring his skeptical look. "Nope, not at all."
"Do you realize you make grown men cower?"
"Yes, I've seen some cowering action." She nodded.
"Good. I just thought I might inform you if you hadn't noticed." He smirked.
"Do I make you cower?"
"If I say no are you going to make me do so?"
"Probably."
"Of course you do. You're a scary chick." He laughed nervously.
She just nodded and laughed.
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Another night, another match.
Sam was unable to find her cousin, her best friends, or her boyfriend. It was shaping up to be a boring night in her wrestling life. Instead of sitting in her room with no company, she decided there to walk around a little before her match.
Maybe find that tag team partner she needed for it. She only had been putting off her looking since she was challenged by some bozos from the Alliance that didn't seem so very smart at the time of the challenge. Her attitude was of course changed, and she was more in control of herself – but that didn't mean she didn't have fun at their expense for being idiots. She took a little out the people she was surrounded by to make her own unique style of insulting…she discreetly made fun of them with use of big words that neither of them knew. The two, of course, were the lovely tag team duo D-Von and Buh Buh.
They never did like her. Something about being a girl and her need to be put through a table. It was no matter to her, of course. They would be in for a rude awakening if they thought she'd go into a table easily, if at all.
On her walk, she happened upon hearing a sudden crash that made her jump a little. She kept forgetting about the 24/7 rule on her belt, that was proudly being carried at the time. But it wasn't coming from anywhere near her. Out of curiosity and a little boredom, she followed the sound and it got louder. Soon she heard voices that she recognized instantly, and that was even more of an incline to look into the situation.
She saw the flash of blue first, and a sudden tossing of something into a trash can nearby, causing it to spill over with whatever thing hit it. It made a loud crash as it fell. Her mind registered on the broken looking body – Spike Dudley, the runt of the family the very people that she was fighting that night was apart of. And his assailants?
"What seems to be the problem here, boys?" Sam called out to the brothers Dudley, discreetly picking up a nearby wooden rod of some kind and holding it behind her. The two whirled around, both glaring toward her. "I mean, it's not very polite littering."
"What are you going to do about it, bitch?" Buh Buh spat, smirking toward her.
"Why don't you come up to my face and ask that?" she smiled innocently. And, of course, he did.
He staggered back when suddenly she smacked his side hard with the rod, and then smashed it over his head. D-Von went toward her and she sidestepped him. With all the momentum, he couldn't stop and hit the wall directly behind her. She got to the side the younger Dudley was on, and Buh Buh finally got to his feet and managed to stop D-Von for going after her again.
"We'll get you for this later." D-Von swore, and with Buh Buh escaped the battle with the little scars they had.
"Ugh…"
The little guy. Right. She had almost forgot about him. Sam stooped down, plucking a stray piece of garbage from his hair. "Man, those guys are jackasses. Even I don't jump in pairs."
Spike opened his eyes and seemed to shake the cobwebs out of his head that had formed. "Sam?"
"Yep, you sound kinda surprised." She stood and offered him a hand, one of which he took and managed to stagger up, to at least get out of the pile of junk he was sitting in.
He held his head. "What happened?"
"Your brothers were trying to take out the trash with you in it?" Sam guessed. Spike's eyes narrowed, and she guessed he remembered what had just went down.
"They jumped me from behind. I didn't even do anything to them." He groaned. "My glasses!"
Sam looked around and spotted them amidst the garbage. She picked them up and held them toward him. They both saw the crack in one of the lens, and she couldn't help but feel sorry.
"Well, at least you're not broken." She offered. He took the glasses, muttering under his breath, huffing a little as he did. He seemed to grow red, not from embarrassment but from anger.
"One day they're going to get it, Sam…" he paused, thinking about what he just said. "Sam? Sam!" He jumped back, almost panicky. "I don't know anything! Please don't kill me!"
Sam, amused by the reaction, rolled her eyes. "It's fine, calm down. Not in a killing spree mood today anyway."
He seemed pensive, but a little less so now. "If you say so."
"Before your little realization who you were talking to, what were you saying?"
"About getting my brothers?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"They've always been jerks to me." His eyes narrowed a little at just the thought. "I'd love to kick them around!"
Kick them around. The idea came to her in an instant.
"Kick them around, eh? Let's walk, Dudley." She put an arm around his shoulder and he looked at her with an expression mixing from confusion to distrust.
But he let her lead him into a slow walk.
"You know, Spike, when I'm in a good mood, people like you get real lucky." His head shot up, and she could only guess what went through his mind at that point. "Not that kinda lucky, oi."
"Oh." He laughed, a little nervously.
"I have a proposition for you, Spikey." She continued as he played with his half-broken glasses.
"What kind of one?" he asked, looking toward her with now just confusion, his face scrunched up a little.
"One I know you'll like." She added, grinning toward him. "What a perfect way to get back at your brothers then to help me kick their ass tonight."
"Me? With you?"
"Well, that's the general idea. Of course, if you don't want to help me, you don't have to. I won't force you. But I think it'd send them a message if you make the two scurry off with only the help of a girl."
"But you've got the strength of like…3 guys." He pointed out.
"Yes, but you see, they don't know that. Your brothers have been happily blind to the fact that I can kick their collective asses with one hand behind my back." She explained. "And when they do find out, I don't think they'll be bothering you if they know you're in with me."
Spike seemed to brighten at the idea, and she knew she had definitely reeled the guy in for a tag team partner. "So, are we partners tonight Dudley?"
Spike went quiet, looking again at his broken glasses. A second later, his face grew a slightly determined look. "Alright, I'll do it." He agreed.
"Excellent. Knew you'd see it my way."
Spike managed a half-smile. "Thanks, Sam."
She looked a little surprised at the feeling he put into the thank you he just said, and she responded by just shrugging. "Not a problem."