Chapter 14 – Destroy the Nuisance
A/N: -wave- Hi. Hope you like the story so far. ^^;
"She put Dreamer in the hospital?"
"Concussion. Broken arm." Heyman explained to his irate boss.
"Can't we get her arrested somehow?" Stephanie asked, exasperated.
"Hardcore rules. She lives by the fact that she's allowed to make mistakes. She attacks with such force though…ever since…"
"Ever since we got Rob out of her picture, right? Is that what you're saying, Heyman? Are you trying to put this setback's blame on me? Because if you are…"
"I was just pointing out, Miss McMahon." He quickly interjected. "It probably has nothing to do with it."
"She's just a crazy bitch." Stephanie explained.
"And she's a complete danger to the Alliance."
Stephanie looked up to see Shane entering, a scowl on his face.
"What's wrong now?"
"She is single-handedly breaking every member of this Alliance in half. Your stupid idea breaking her up from Rob has backfired completely. She's even WORSE now."
"Why does everyone KEEP BLAMING ME?! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" Stephanie whined.
"Yes it is, sis. It was YOUR idea to break them up. Now look at us. She has no weakness to use against her AND half our group is terrified of her."
"Girl's got spunk, you got to admit." Heyman offered. The siblings glared at him, and he quieted.
"We need to concentrate on her. Once we take her out, we have more of a chance." Shane suggested.
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go ask one of the wrestlers she's put in the hospital…oh, that's right! She put almost every single wrestler in the hospital! How silly of me to forget." Stephanie huffed.
"But all of them were fighting single matches with her. We could set up a trap, see. Hardcore match, and have a bunch of people jump her. All my guys, even. I'm sure they can take her down for a good while." Shane pointed out. "She'll never see it coming."
"What do you think, Paul?" Stephanie asked, turning to him.
"I'm sure she'd expect it, but Shane does have a point. After this, there aren't many options of getting rid of her." Paul explained. "It's worth a shot, either way."
"Alright then. It's settled, Steph?"
"Yeah, let's go for it." She mumbled.
"Good. Heyman, line up the ECW boys, they really know how to hit. Everyone." Shane told Heyman.
"Yes sir." He quickly exited, leaving the siblings alone together.
"And what about me?" Stephanie asked, pouting.
"Just…stay out of the way, alright?" Shane groaned as Stephanie just glared at him again.
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"You know, I think cartoons have subliminal messages." Sam commented as she stopped on one of the cartoons on TV at the time. Raven walked out of the bathroom, clad in only a shabby hotel towel, to see exactly what she was talking about now.
If he knew anything, she would end up explaining her theory anyway.
"See, I bet if you watched this backwards, it would say that all children should kill the higher powers. Maybe that's where I went wrong." She pondered.
"I bet." He scoffed. She eyed him.
"Nice towel, trying out for Tarzan?"
"I figured that I either come out here by my own consent or get dragged out, with probably nothing on. I chose the first for obvious reasons."
"You're no fun, Rav." She pouted.
"I'm getting dressed." He rolled his eyes. She hopped off the bed and caught his arm, almost causing him to lose his grip.
"Sam!"
"Aw, but you look cute." She interjected. He groaned.
"It's like negative 20 degrees in here, and I haven't dried off. I'm freezing."
"You know, I have an idea to warm you up…" she offered.
"But isn't your cousin…"
Knock.
"Damn. Bad timing." She grumbled, walking to the door. She opened it before Raven could zip into the bathroom, and unfortunately the keen eyesight of her cousin worked too well.
"Oh my god, is he naked?" he gasped in much horror.
"Hi Kurt." Raven managed before attempting to slip into the bathroom.
"No, Kurt, he had a towel on. Duh." She smirked. "If you really wanna know, you can ask him if he had anything under that. I know that's what –I- wanted to do."
"WHAT?!"
"We just had hot sex, chill out." she grinned, leaning against the door frame.
"SAM! Are you serious?!" he gasped, making a face.
"No, not at all, but it sure is fun to think about doing. You should try to pop a cherry one day, it might get the stick out of your ass." She paused, then laughed to herself. "Wow, that comment's funny both ways you take it!"
Kurt glared at her.
"You know, and to think I actually slightly missed you when you became a hermit. All these hours with that…thing must have made you worse. You know, you can ALWAYS stay with me…"
"Kurt, fuck off. What the hell is your problem with Raven anyway?"
"He's dirty." He explained simply.
"He just took a shower…or maybe…" she suddenly fake gasped. "Maybe he faked the shower! Maybe in truth he's the grimy, even though he looks perfectly well groomed. It's some sort of magic."
"You read my mind!" Kurt beamed.
"Kurt, if it wasn't illegal, I would have killed you a long time ago. Remember that."
"Anyway, that wasn't what I meant. He might get you into some kind of cult…"
"Oh, yes, he got me in that already. Meeting's every Friday. We burn animals and DUMBASSES WHO TALK TOO MUCH! …Wanna come, Kurt? You'd fit in fine."
"You know Sam, you're gonna get in trouble one day, standing up for him. You know how everyone…"
"Kurt, do you realize how much people hate YOU?"
The two cousins glared toward each other again.
"No one…"
"It's DAMN true, Kurt." She cut him off. He let out a huff.
"I'm leaving." Kurt turned away, not unnerved by her glare but annoyed at her words. She watched him scurry off, closing the door behind him. She clenched her fist and let out a low annoyed groan. She turned to the window and looked out at the scenery, trying to cool off.
"You didn't have to do that. Not yet. I know you wanted to talk to him…"
"No, I didn't want to talk to him." She answered Raven, not turning to look at him. "I wanted things going back to normal, and fighting with Kurt is definitely normal."
"Still…"
She turned to face him. "Let someone do something nice for you sometimes, okay? Without the 20 questions of why afterwards."
"Thank you." He said after a pause.
"Listen, Raven, when what's going on between us…when that comes out…don't try to impress Kurt. His opinion goes as far as what he sees. That's why he's such a jackass." She frowned. "And I'm not changing my mind because he doesn't like it. If I did, I would have never become a hardcore wrestler."
"And you wouldn't be so rebellious, which is your entire charm." He half-smirked.
"I'm not rebellious because of him."
Raven sat on the nearby bed. "Well, the way you two act sometimes, it's like the opposite of what most people do. Most people try to impress their family, you try to make them detest you. It's what fuels you. Not that that's bad, because it really isn't. Whatever floats your boat." He grinned. "And anyway, he looks really funny when he wants to kill you."
"Yeah, he does…" she agreed, then shook her head. "I mean, no he doesn't! I'm rebellious 'coz I want to be."
"Uh, by definition…'rebelling' means to go against something."
"Then I'm rebelling against the system, then." She explained.
"Against the system…right…"
"Raven?"
The door was knocked on.
"Shit." Raven muttered. It sounded like Tommy, and that meant trouble.
"I'm going, I'm going." She said in a low voice, grabbing her stuff and walking calmly to the bathroom.
Another knock. "Raven, you in there?"
"Yeah yeah, I'm getting dressed, wait up." Raven called. The door shut and he heard the lock, so he walked over to the door and opened it.
"Took you long enough." Tommy sighed, pushing past him inside. Raven watched him enter.
"By all means, enter." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he closed the door.
"Man, this place is a mess." Tommy continued, looking around. "Eh, whatever. I have stuff to tell you…"
"I kind of figured that."
"But first I need to use the bathroom."
Raven stopped him before he moved toward it.
"Ah, can't let you do that. See…uh…bathroom's broken."
"It's BROKEN?" Tommy asked, eyebrow raised in question.
"Yeah. Broken. Gotta go downstairs to uh…yeah." He groaned inwardly, mentally berating himself already for such a stupid excuse.
"Maybe you should ask to get that fixed..." Tommy continued.
"No no, it's fine. I'm not here long enough to worry." Raven quickly said. "Just get to the point, Tommy."
"Whatever. Um…point…oh yeah! Stephanie asked me to tell all the hardcore wrestlers that we're jumping that insane chick next match she has. And since you were the last one with the belt…a month ago…you're gonna be the one to take her down." He nodded. "Don't worry though, by the time we're through with her, she'll be easy prey."
Raven tried not to look totally dismayed at this new concept.
"I have to what?"
"Beat psycho chick into a coma. You've done worse, you know. You act like it's the hardest thing in the world."
Sam had heard the plan through the door, and was already ready to run out and beat the shit out of Tommy. But she held her breath and stood. Unfortunately, she hadn't noticed her stuff had knocked over the soap that was used only a couple of minutes ago and ended up slipping on it.
Outside the bathroom, Tommy looked startled when he heard loud crashing noises in the bathroom.
"What the hell?!" he turned and looked at the room. Raven quickly pushed him to the door, opened it, and then pushed him out. "What are you doing? What was that noise?"
"Probably the mice. I think my room is infested too. Good luck finding everyone."
He slammed the door in his face.
Tommy stared at the closed door, confused. "Man, he isn't THAT bad of a wrestler. No one deserves that room…whatever…"
Deciding to drop the subject, he walked away.
Raven knocked on the door quickly. "Sam? Hey Sam, you alright?"
"Ow." She mumbled loudly, and the door opened to the sight of her looking dazed, with her clothing scattered on the bathroom floor and a bra on head. She realized it was there too late to hide it, so she just wearily pulled it off and threw it aside.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, exasperated.
"Well, I tripped on soap, fell, tried to stop the fall with my bag of stuff, the stuff went flying and…damn, I think I broke my ass." She rubbed the sore spot, wincing.
"Did you…"
"Hear the new plan? Hear that your job is to beat me unconscious? Yeah, I heard a little of it." Sam replied irritably.
"Sam, I'm not going to…"
"And if you don't, you're probably going to either get fired or your reputation will be ruined." She sighed. "And what the hell am I gonna do? I don't want to beat you up, if I even can stand up by that time. I'll also rightly say I have a chance of getting my ass kicked. I can take 2 or three, but not the entire ECW…you know that's what it's gonna be…"
"Sam, either way, I'm not going to beat you up. I couldn't." Raven shook his head. "I can't, actually."
"Well what are we going to do? This isn't a great situation to be in…" Sam moved out of the bathroom, not feeling like cleaning out the mess. "This fucking sucks…"
"Wait wait wait, I got an idea." His face took on a brighter look. "Listen, you have friends, right…well, have them help you! Chris and Kurt and the Hardy brothers and Lita…Spike too, and that idiot Edge since he knows that we talk…they can destroy the other ones and look like they destroyed me…and it'll be okay, too, 'coz it can be like someone overheard Tommy talking."
"So Tommy would take the heat…"
"Exactly." He grinned. "He's annoying anyway."
"Man, Raven…you have an evil, twisted mind like me…you just don't like showing it."
"Sorry, it's always hidden beneath my usual cheery disposition, right?" he rolled his eyes. "And if this doesn't work, I still won't hurt you like that…I'd rather get fired."
"It'll work." She shook her head. "It has too."
Sam silently cursed the world for her continuing bad fortune…