Chapter Two
Well, here it is, chapter two. Like I said before, I don't own anything. Please don't sue me. You'd lose more money on a lawyer than you could possibly gain from me. Anyways, just in case you've forgotten, we left off last time with Shannon blindfolding Trish, and having Paul, Adam, and Jay kiss her, and she has to decide who's the best, and so on and so forth. So, enjoy!
Paul, Adam, and Jay got in a line in front of Trish. Shannon pushed Paul toward her and they connected lips. They stayed that way for a moment before Paul gently broke away.
"I should be jealous right now," Stephanie thought to herself. Yet, somehow, she wasn't. This confused her even more, as she thought about all of the questions she had, both for Paul and herself.
Shannon looked at Adam, letting him know that he should go next, but just as he was stepping up to Trish, Jay jumped in front of him and pulled Trish into a long, lingering kiss. Adam had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Something about the situations was just funny, yet, there was another emotion building up inside of him as he watched Jay kiss his Trish.
"Wait a minute, my Trish?!" he thought to himself. "Where did that come from?"
Trish was having a slight mental dilemma of her own. "How the hell am I supposed to choose who's the best?" she thought. Both of her kisses so far had been really good.
Finally it was Adam's turn. He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. Trish's previous dilemma was completely forgotten. The other two kisses had been good, but this was incredible. Both Trish and Adam had drifted off somewhere else, leaving the world behind them. Adam reached one of his arms around Trish's back and pulled her closer. Shannon tapped Adam lightly on the shoulder, bringing him back to reality.
Shannon watched as Adam reluctantly pulled away from Trish, congratulating himself. He was wondering how long it would take for Adam to figure it out. Everyone knew that Adam had a thing for Trish, and the only people who didn't know that were Trish, and, surprisingly, Adam couldn't seem to figure it out either.
Shannon gently took the blindfold off of Trish's head. "So," he began, "who was the best?"
"Number three," she said without hesitation.
Jay looked slightly miffed at this, but it wouldn't have been detected unless someone was looking for it. Paul wasn't upset at all. He understood what Shannon was trying to do.
"Uh, do I get to find out who number three is?" Trish asked hopefully.
"Nope," Shannon said.
"Ugh, cruelty. Okay then, uhh, Matt, truth or dare/"
"I'll take a dare," he replied, barely moving from his current position.
"Hmm, I'll be right back," Trish said with a smile on her face.
Matt looked a tad worried. "Is it too late to change my mind?" he thought.
A few minutes later, Trish returned, a plastic cup in each of her hands. "I dare you to put this down your underwear for ten minutes," she said gleefully, revealing what was in the cups, ice that she had obviously salvaged from the refreshments area.
Matt's mouth fell practically to the ground. "You've got to be kidding me."
Trish just shook her head no, and handed Matt the cups. Matt just stood there with the cups in his hands.
"Look Matt, either do it yourself, or I'll do it, along with doubling the time," Trish said.
A few of the wrestlers started snickering, and Matt, a solemn yet at the same time highly regretful look on his face, poured the ice down his pants and underwear. The look on Matt's face was enough to cause anybody who wasn't already laughing to start.
Matt gritted his teeth and glared at Trish. "I'll set my watch," she said. "Oh, and it's your turn."
"Right. Chris, truth or dare?" Matt was quite obviously struggling to get the words out of his mouth.
"Truth," Chris said, smartly trying to avoid getting into a predicament similar to that of Adam's or Matt's.
"Okay, damn, I can't think of anything." Matt was having a bit of a tough time concentrating. "Describe the best sex you've ever had," he finally came up with.
Chris looked thoughtful for a moment, not really seeming to be embarrassed by the question. "Okay, it was about a year ago. My friend Tonya had just had a messy breakup with her boyfriend, and she kind of came to me for comfort," he said. All of a sudden a blush crept up to his cheeks. "It involved. some ice-cream, chocolate sauce, handcuffs, and a lot of whipped cream."
"What the hell did you do with all of that?" Jeff asked, torn between intrigue and disgust.
Before Chris had a chance to answer, or not answer, Amy cut in. "Whoa, Jeff, I think we already know plenty," she said.
Jeff just shrugged his shoulders. "Is the time up yet?" Matt asked desperately.
"Nope, sorry," Trish said. "It's not quite halfway." Matt looked like someone had torn him in half.
"Don't worry Matt, it'll go numb in a few minutes," Jeff said laughing.
New fits of laughter started cropping up like weeds. Matt shot Jeff a look of pure venom.
"Jeff, that was mean," Amy said, jumping to the defense of her boyfriend, even though she thought the situation was hilarious. Once again, Jeff just shrugged.
"Okay Jeff, truth or dare?" Chris asked.
"Uhh, truth," Jeff said, eyeing Matt.
"Woooo, extreme man," said Amy, giving him some retribution for what he said to Matt.
"Shut up," Jeff said testily.
"All right, I have a good one," Chris said. "I remember once about two months ago walking into your dressing room while you were having a conversation with Matt. All I heard of it was you saying 'last night was my biggest embarrassing moment' and 'if you tell anyone what happened you're screwed'. So, what happened?"
Matt, even in his awful pain, started laughing hysterically. Amy started to laugh, too, obviously having been at this event.
"You probably would have been better off taking dare," Amy said, making everyone immensely curious.
Jeff's mouth opened and closed several times. "But."
"No buts," Chris cut in. "Just answer."
"But." Chris shot him a look. "Oh, fine. One night when I cam back from a bar, I was a little tipsy," Jeff started.
"Tipsy?" Amy asked.
"Okay, positively drunk," Jeff said. "Anyways, for some reason I dressed up in some of Amy's clothes. There, I told you, I'm done." Amy and Matt glared at him. "All right. A britney Spears song came on the radio and I started dancing and singing to it on the hotel room table."
At this, everybody in the room started laughing. Jeff was indeed wishing he had taken a dare.
"And." Amy coaxed.
"And.I." Jeff mumbled something that nobody could hear.
"What was that?" everybody asked simultaneously.
"I pretended to hit on Matt." he said, turning a bright shade of red. This sparked even more laughter.
"And."
"And, and, oh.and the whole thing's on tape. Happy?"
"Extremely," Amy said, breaking down into another fit of laugher. This resparked everyone else, all of them trying to picture this scene in their heads.
"This I gotta see. When's the tape going on video?" Chris asked.
"Never," Jeff replied. "Never ever."
"Next time Jeff does something to tick me off," Amy answered for him.
Whew, the chapter's over. Okay. *pant* *pant* So, did you like it? Let me know. I'll probably write more this weekend. Ta-ta.
Well, here it is, chapter two. Like I said before, I don't own anything. Please don't sue me. You'd lose more money on a lawyer than you could possibly gain from me. Anyways, just in case you've forgotten, we left off last time with Shannon blindfolding Trish, and having Paul, Adam, and Jay kiss her, and she has to decide who's the best, and so on and so forth. So, enjoy!
Paul, Adam, and Jay got in a line in front of Trish. Shannon pushed Paul toward her and they connected lips. They stayed that way for a moment before Paul gently broke away.
"I should be jealous right now," Stephanie thought to herself. Yet, somehow, she wasn't. This confused her even more, as she thought about all of the questions she had, both for Paul and herself.
Shannon looked at Adam, letting him know that he should go next, but just as he was stepping up to Trish, Jay jumped in front of him and pulled Trish into a long, lingering kiss. Adam had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Something about the situations was just funny, yet, there was another emotion building up inside of him as he watched Jay kiss his Trish.
"Wait a minute, my Trish?!" he thought to himself. "Where did that come from?"
Trish was having a slight mental dilemma of her own. "How the hell am I supposed to choose who's the best?" she thought. Both of her kisses so far had been really good.
Finally it was Adam's turn. He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. Trish's previous dilemma was completely forgotten. The other two kisses had been good, but this was incredible. Both Trish and Adam had drifted off somewhere else, leaving the world behind them. Adam reached one of his arms around Trish's back and pulled her closer. Shannon tapped Adam lightly on the shoulder, bringing him back to reality.
Shannon watched as Adam reluctantly pulled away from Trish, congratulating himself. He was wondering how long it would take for Adam to figure it out. Everyone knew that Adam had a thing for Trish, and the only people who didn't know that were Trish, and, surprisingly, Adam couldn't seem to figure it out either.
Shannon gently took the blindfold off of Trish's head. "So," he began, "who was the best?"
"Number three," she said without hesitation.
Jay looked slightly miffed at this, but it wouldn't have been detected unless someone was looking for it. Paul wasn't upset at all. He understood what Shannon was trying to do.
"Uh, do I get to find out who number three is?" Trish asked hopefully.
"Nope," Shannon said.
"Ugh, cruelty. Okay then, uhh, Matt, truth or dare/"
"I'll take a dare," he replied, barely moving from his current position.
"Hmm, I'll be right back," Trish said with a smile on her face.
Matt looked a tad worried. "Is it too late to change my mind?" he thought.
A few minutes later, Trish returned, a plastic cup in each of her hands. "I dare you to put this down your underwear for ten minutes," she said gleefully, revealing what was in the cups, ice that she had obviously salvaged from the refreshments area.
Matt's mouth fell practically to the ground. "You've got to be kidding me."
Trish just shook her head no, and handed Matt the cups. Matt just stood there with the cups in his hands.
"Look Matt, either do it yourself, or I'll do it, along with doubling the time," Trish said.
A few of the wrestlers started snickering, and Matt, a solemn yet at the same time highly regretful look on his face, poured the ice down his pants and underwear. The look on Matt's face was enough to cause anybody who wasn't already laughing to start.
Matt gritted his teeth and glared at Trish. "I'll set my watch," she said. "Oh, and it's your turn."
"Right. Chris, truth or dare?" Matt was quite obviously struggling to get the words out of his mouth.
"Truth," Chris said, smartly trying to avoid getting into a predicament similar to that of Adam's or Matt's.
"Okay, damn, I can't think of anything." Matt was having a bit of a tough time concentrating. "Describe the best sex you've ever had," he finally came up with.
Chris looked thoughtful for a moment, not really seeming to be embarrassed by the question. "Okay, it was about a year ago. My friend Tonya had just had a messy breakup with her boyfriend, and she kind of came to me for comfort," he said. All of a sudden a blush crept up to his cheeks. "It involved. some ice-cream, chocolate sauce, handcuffs, and a lot of whipped cream."
"What the hell did you do with all of that?" Jeff asked, torn between intrigue and disgust.
Before Chris had a chance to answer, or not answer, Amy cut in. "Whoa, Jeff, I think we already know plenty," she said.
Jeff just shrugged his shoulders. "Is the time up yet?" Matt asked desperately.
"Nope, sorry," Trish said. "It's not quite halfway." Matt looked like someone had torn him in half.
"Don't worry Matt, it'll go numb in a few minutes," Jeff said laughing.
New fits of laughter started cropping up like weeds. Matt shot Jeff a look of pure venom.
"Jeff, that was mean," Amy said, jumping to the defense of her boyfriend, even though she thought the situation was hilarious. Once again, Jeff just shrugged.
"Okay Jeff, truth or dare?" Chris asked.
"Uhh, truth," Jeff said, eyeing Matt.
"Woooo, extreme man," said Amy, giving him some retribution for what he said to Matt.
"Shut up," Jeff said testily.
"All right, I have a good one," Chris said. "I remember once about two months ago walking into your dressing room while you were having a conversation with Matt. All I heard of it was you saying 'last night was my biggest embarrassing moment' and 'if you tell anyone what happened you're screwed'. So, what happened?"
Matt, even in his awful pain, started laughing hysterically. Amy started to laugh, too, obviously having been at this event.
"You probably would have been better off taking dare," Amy said, making everyone immensely curious.
Jeff's mouth opened and closed several times. "But."
"No buts," Chris cut in. "Just answer."
"But." Chris shot him a look. "Oh, fine. One night when I cam back from a bar, I was a little tipsy," Jeff started.
"Tipsy?" Amy asked.
"Okay, positively drunk," Jeff said. "Anyways, for some reason I dressed up in some of Amy's clothes. There, I told you, I'm done." Amy and Matt glared at him. "All right. A britney Spears song came on the radio and I started dancing and singing to it on the hotel room table."
At this, everybody in the room started laughing. Jeff was indeed wishing he had taken a dare.
"And." Amy coaxed.
"And.I." Jeff mumbled something that nobody could hear.
"What was that?" everybody asked simultaneously.
"I pretended to hit on Matt." he said, turning a bright shade of red. This sparked even more laughter.
"And."
"And, and, oh.and the whole thing's on tape. Happy?"
"Extremely," Amy said, breaking down into another fit of laugher. This resparked everyone else, all of them trying to picture this scene in their heads.
"This I gotta see. When's the tape going on video?" Chris asked.
"Never," Jeff replied. "Never ever."
"Next time Jeff does something to tick me off," Amy answered for him.
Whew, the chapter's over. Okay. *pant* *pant* So, did you like it? Let me know. I'll probably write more this weekend. Ta-ta.