Chapter 9 – The Set-Up
A/N: Heh! Don't kill me for how this story is going to play out. I ask you for your forgiveness now.
"The Dudleyz have riled her up."
"Yes, they really did bring her out. It should be a good match, Miss McMahon."
"Yes." Stephanie leaned forward, her brown eyes having a slightly demonic look to them, and smiled wickedly. "She's going to wish she never crossed the Alliance."
"Yes she will, Miss McMahon."
"Is she ready, Heyman?"
"All posed to do it. And the lookouts are ready to."
"Excellent. Rob won't know what hit him."
"Not to contradict you, Miss McMahon…" Heyman seemed a bit nervous as instantly her glare fixed on him. "But won't Rob be a little angry at this intrusion? Might even quit on us."
"I thought of that too, but how is he to know we set him up?" she smirked. "For what he knows, the slut couldn't keep her hands off him and he paid for it." She leaned back again. "You see, Heyman, it really is the perfect crime."
"It really is." He agreed, of course sucking up to her.
"That's why I'm the boss, you know. Once I exterminate this problem, I can go back to making sure I destroy my father, and I think I'm going to start with that little bitch there."
She pointed at the screen which now showed Sam in the middle of the ring, posed to talk. Heyman watched, his face growing weary, as she thought of the consequences of their actions. Heyman knew the hardcore nature more then Stephanie ever would, and he knew that when you provoke someone with it so deeply in them, like Sam, they would not fall but strike back. He almost feared Sam would be their downfall.
Stephanie looked toward him and he instantly flashed a smile. The impediment of calm and collected. She would never know, even if he tried to explain it to her. She was just too stubborn to hear reason when she was tricked or embarrassed.
He already saw the scene of destruction a heartbroken Sam Wesley, and, when she wasn't looking, he cringed at the thought.
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The crowd was a dull roar, and Sam stood in the middle of the ring, surveying the scene. So many bodies cheering for her. Unlike a lot of wrestlers that were face, it was as if no one hated her, at all. It was hard to tell why…perhaps it was because her hardcore nature was refreshing to see. She was one of the only girls guys could enjoy watching without the 'stripping' part all the other girls usually had. She waited for a little silence before beginning to speak.
"You know, it's amazing." She mused out loud to the crowd, and then all seemed to quiet a little to listen to her. "It's amazing that two people like these Dudley brothers can go through life with so little brain. Or maybe they did have it but lost it playing 'put each other through a table', I don't know. Either way, their misfortune is that they didn't have enough smarts to stay away from me. You'd think the pile of bodies I've thrown around these past few months would be a warning sign not to mess with me, but apparently it hasn't gotten to the two yet. So when they offered a little 'table' match, I figured it'd be a perfect way to get through to them, don't you think?"
A mixture of cheers and 'we want table' chants sounded, and she smiled at the response.
"That's what I thought. So I agreed to it. Of course, since there's two of them, I needed a tag partner so as not to make them look even worse getting beaten by just one person. After much searching, I found someone who just might hate these two imbeciles more then me. So, as not to bore you with speech, I'd like to invite this person out."
Silence filled the arena almost instantly and then Spike's music hit. He walked down the ring and cheers were abound for the youngest Dudley, sans his glasses that of course were unusable after the earlier scuffle. He looked toward her and she gave a single wink. Suddenly the other Dudleyz music started playing, and the Dudley brothers came waltzing down like they owned the place.
Spike stood beside her as she watched them, a placid, determined look about her. And then, like that, it started. Buh-Buh threw the first punch, toward Sam, but she was ready for it with the quickness that she trained so hard to have. She caught the blow with the palm of her hand, and then twisted. Buh Buh let out a small wince of pain as the twist, because she did it hard enough to really hurt. He wrenched his hand free and managed a kick to her gut that made her stagger a little. He stared at her in surprise for a split second when that was all she did – she guessed he was waiting for her to fly backwards at the light touch.
She glanced toward her partner who was holding his own, even managed to gain the upper hand it seemed. Seeing this reassured her and she went back to work with Buh Buh. He had acquired a trash can lid and was poised to smash it against her skull. She just barely ducked away, instinctively, and moved to slam herself into him to catch him off guard. When she contacted, Buh Buh did not fall, but was stunned a bit, enough to forget about the lid. It dropped to the canvas with little noise.
This stunned moment was all she needed. She pulled out nun chucks – her favorite weapons, and smacked the Dudley brother with the butt of one of the handles. It connected to the back of his head and this time he fell forward. He held his head, the stinging blow probably coursing through his brain. Sam turned to see D-Von beating Spike, who was downed and lying prone on the ground. D-Von had a stop sign, and he was definitely looking to use it on his half-brother. She acted quickly, running at him, and in an instant she drop kicked him, a bit awkwardly to say the least. It still did its job though, as he did not seem to have expected it. He stumbled forward, tripping over his own brother's body, and in his attempt to catch himself failed to remember he still had the stop sign. It was that slip of memory that he found himself smashing face first into his own weapon, squashing his face hard into the thin metal.
Sam had no time to watch D-Von, because she felt the presence of someone behind her. She turned to see a trash can flying toward her. She tried to dodge it but it caught her in the side. She was in mid-jump at the time, and she completely lost her balance and crashed down, her body stinging from the hit. She winced as she tried desperately to stop the pain so she could continue. Buh Buh looked as though he was ready to throw some more blows her way, but something stopped him.
Spike. Out of no where, the younger Dudley smashed a kendo stick into D-Von's temple, and the sudden hit obviously found it's mark. D-Von dropped his weapons and staggered. Spike did not stop and continued beating him with the stick. Sam sucked in a breath and ignored the pain ripping through her. She stood up and grabbed the nearest weapon, which happened to be the dented trash can lid from before. She only barely managed to parry an attack from Buh Buh, in which she turned around and smacked him with the well-used weapon. It connected into his stomach and he bended down to clutch it. It was instinct and he couldn't help doing it, and it was a definite opening for finishing him off. She smashed the lid into the back of his head and he fell. She thought of all the things she could do now that would inflict major pain. She figured out which would be the most unlikely of her to do.
And she did that one.
Buh Buh cried out in pain as suddenly his ankle was grabbed and twisted roughly. He tapped out, and kept tapping, even though the tap would not be counted. She saw Spike doing his Dudley dog out of the corner of her eye and knew they had the match won. Buh Buh was starting to stop moving, and she knew he was probably going to pass out. He couldn't get out of her grip, because she had made sure to brace herself that well. Spike covered D-Von.
The three count was obviously made. Buh Buh stopped moving, it had been at least 3 minutes in the move. She let him go, and he fell limp to the ground, old cold. She might have broken it, she wasn't sure. She didn't have the control on the submission hold like her cousin did. Spike stood up, holding his head a bit, probably from a previous pain he had chosen to ignore. She was a little surprised at the younger Dudley's fighting skills; he impressed her.
The duo finally got to the back. The first thing Sam did was stretch. Her head sort of pounded from the couple of blows that were laid on her but she decided to ignore it. "Did a good job, Dudley."
He looked at her with one of his beaming smiles. "Yeah! I mean…you really did them in though. Destroyed 'em. It was awesome. Thanks so much, Sam."
She started to walk and Spike fell in step with her. "No need to thank me." She dismissed. "It's always fun kicking people's asses. Don't you agree?"
"Er…yeah?" he agreed uneasily.
"Exactly." She laughed, hitting him on the back with her palm. It was a friendly gesture, but Spike almost tripped over himself at the force. He caught himself and smiled sheepishly.
"Hey Sam, wait up!" someone called from behind. Spike quietly excused himself and left as she turned and watched Chris jog up.
"What's the verdict?" she asked when he finally got to her.
"Broken ankle for Buh Buh, plus some very major bruises. D-Von got off lighter, just a couple of scratches and a concussion. All and all, a pretty good night."
"I agree." She nodded brightly. "Good job getting the information so fast. You're getting better."
"Each beating you hand out gets you more and more talk on the gossip line. It's becoming too easy."
"The more the news spreads the more people'll be afraid. Win win situation for me." She smirked. "Would love to have an opponent near my level though. Care to give it a try?"
"No thanks. I like all my body parts where they are." He declined.
"Wuss."
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"Sam just destroyed the Dudley brothers, come see!"
Rob rolled his eyes at the fact people still seemed to sound surprised. It was amazing how they all just forgot together that she did that to every opponent she faced, male and female, singles or tag teaming. Still, he put on a fake shocked look, and continued questioning Tommy Dreamer. "What happened to 'em?"
"Buh Buh's ankle is completely snapped in two. She did the ankle lock on him and he passed out from the pain, even!"
Rob tried not to grin. Vicious as always. He would have to tease her for using her cousin's move. "I see. Sounds pretty bad."
"I tell you, Rob, you're lucky you walked away from those fights you've had with her. It's almost like she takes it easy on you!"
He tried not to act guilty, and of course he managed to show no expression. "Maybe I'm just her match."
Tommy looked skeptical, but nodded. "Could be. I'm going to go check on them. Bye."
And like that, he was gone. He leaned against the table leisurely, sipping on the water in his hand.
He hadn't seen her all night. At all. Over the last few weeks, in fact, he barely saw her. He tried not to think about it though, even though he knew it was annoying Sam. He wished things were different…
But it wasn't. Sadly. He sighed and took another sip before noticing none other then Stacy slinking toward him. He tried not to make a face, even though he really hated the girl. She was always bothering him; it gave him a headache.
"Hey Rob." She greeted with a smile. He managed on himself.
"Hi Stacy, what's up?" he asked, not really caring.
"Nothing much." She stepped closer. Rob just stared at her in confusion.
"I heard Stephanie considers you her best wrestler…did you know that, Rob?" She asked. The look she was shooting him was making him feel more and more uncomfortable and tense. She noted this.
"You're so tense, Rob." She was suddenly in back of him, rubbing his shoulders. He pulled away, quickly, turning to look at her.
"Listen Stacy, you are REALLY crossing into my space here." Rob explained. "I don't want you to…"
She put a finger to his lips. "Shh."
"Stacy I mean it…" Rob blurt out, trying to back off again. She was insane.
"Rob?"
The voice of Sam caught him off guard, and it must have been an opening. Stacy pushed him into a kiss, one he was too shocked to fight back in.
He heard a crash of glass and then fading footsteps.
It was only then he pushed her away and turned to see Sam gone, and Chris seeming to be running in the same direction. He turned to glare at Stacy but she was already gone.