Chapter Eight
Well, here it is, the final chapter. I can't believe that it's over. However, due to demand, there will be a sequel someday. Hopefully someday soon. I'd like to thank everybody that read and reviewed my story: it meant a lot to me. This chapter is a lot longer than all of the other chapters, and I mean a lot longer. I hope it was worth the wait!
Just so everybody knows, this chapter is dedicated to a specific someone. He won't let me use his real name, so let's just call him, 'the guy I know that said, "Your stories are great, but they don't have enough sex in them."' Yeah, that guy. He's pretty cute, too. *Winks at him cuz she knows he's reading this* Hehe, lol.
So, with no further introduction, here it is: chapter eight.
Trish was about to take her turn when Matt spoke up.
"Hey, uh, why don't we put the game on hold for a couple minutes. I gotta go...go..."
"Go?" Adam suggested.
"Yeah."
"Sounds good to me, I gotta stretch," Paul said. "I'm gonna get stiff."
There was an unspoken consent from everybody to this suggestion. After Paul stood up to stretch, many of the others followed suit. Matt ran. After all, he did have ice down his pants.
Adam took a breath and stood up. He walked over to Trish, who was still sitting. He motioned for her to get up and they walked over to a corner. They stood in silence for a moment.
"You're gonna wash that, you know," Trish said, motioning toward her thong.
Adam tilted his head slightly downward and smiled before lifting his head back up and meeting Trish's eyes.
"Yeah," he said. "So, um, I just wanted to tell you..." Adam was cut short. "Hey you two, game's starting again," Shannon called across the room. They quickly sat back down.
"Adam, truth or dare," Trish asked once she had sat down.
"Uh, truth," he replied.
Trish was at a slight loss, as she had no idea what to ask, except one thing.
"What did you want to tell me?" she asked him.
Adam, startled, met her eyes. He was surprised, to say the least. His eyes left hers and roamed over her face; she was so beautiful. Unconsciously his breathing began to match hers.
"Adam?"
He heard her, but her voice seemed far away.
"Adam," she said, a bit louder. He snapped back into reality. "I said, what did you want to tell me?"
"Ask you," he corrected.
"What do you mean, 'ask me'? Your exact words were, 'I just wanted to tell you...', and then you got cut off."
"Oh, right," Adam said. "I was just gonna say that I wanted to tell you that, um, you seem a lot...cooler than I thought you were, I guess."
"Oh," Trish said. "Then what did you want to ask me?"
"Hey, that wasn't part of the question..." he protested, but stopped when he saw those damn puppy-dog eyes. Trish was just too good at those. He sighed. "What are you doing this Friday?"
"Depends," she replied, answering his question.
"On what?"
"I guess I'm doing what you're doing."
Adam then crossed over to where she was sitting and whispered something in her ear that sounded suspiciously like 'truth or dare'. She mouthed the word dare and he whispered something so softly that no one but Trish could hear, not that anybody but Trish was meant to hear. They could guess, though, considering what happened next.
Trish jumped into Adam's arms and locked lips with his. She pulled herself completely into his lap, and many of the people in the room's eyes widened in astonishment and a hint of amusement. Trish put her hands in Adam's hair and pulled them closer.
Adam's hand had slipped underneath Trish's shirt. Adam remembered all too well when she had removed that shirt; in fact, that was the whole reason she wasn't wearing a bra at the moment. Trish moaned, breaking their kiss, and placed several kisses down Adam's neck. Adam's excitement was very clear due to his lack of clothing on the lower side.
Before things could get too out of ha, several other people pulled them apart. Trish and Adam didn't protest too much, and both of them looked vaguely satisfied.
"Does this mean it's Trish's turn again?" Matt asked.
"Why would it be my turn? I just went. It's Adam's turn," Trish replied innocently.
"But I thought you just-"
"It's Adam's turn," Trish repeated.
"Right. We get it. It never happened," Chris said before Matt could confuse himself even more. "Adam, just go."
"Right. Shannon, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Shannon replied, hoping Adam would be too distracted to come up with too devastating a dare.
"Hmm, can you do a split?" Adam questioned.
Shannon was a bit confused; this was a question, not a dare. Oh well.
"No," he answered truthfully.
"Good," Adam replied. "Do one."
"What?" Shannon questioned amongst snickers. "I just said I can't."
"And I say you can sure as hell at least try," Adam stated.
"But I can't!"
"Oh sure you can!" Stacy said enthusiastically. "It's easy."
Ignoring the fact that her shorts were still split in the back, she gracefully went into a perfect split. "See?"
"Good for you," Shannon said. "I cant do that."
"Honestly Shannon! Just try!" Adam said.
"But-" Shannon started before realizing the entire room was getting a tad frustrated with him. Obviously they wanted the game to move on... "All right."
He then 'tried' to do a split.
"You're not trying," Chris pointed out. He was right, of course. Shannon's legs were so close together his feet were still flat on the ground.
Shannon sighed and actually tried. He continued going down until he felt a slight twinge of pain. He went about an inch further then stopped, putting his arms on the ground in front of him to support him.
"There, happy?"
"Here, let me help you," Stacy said.
"Wait, no," Shannon protested, but he was too late.
Stacy firmly pushed him toward the ground, and he almost did a complete split before toppling over, yelping in pain.
"Ow," Shannon complained. "I sure hope you're happy."
"I'm not," Adam replied. "You didn't go all the way down.
Shannon looked absolutely devastated. "You aren't serious, are you? Oh, come on," he pleaded.
"Nah, I'm just messing with ya. It's your turn."
"Thank-you. Jeff, truth or dare."
"Uh, truth."
"Hmm. Would you really have a three-some with Matt and Amy?"
Jeff became a bit lost in his thoughts. He looked at Matt, then Amy, then Matt, then Amy... "No," he concluded. "Due to the fact that Matt is my brother, but I don't know, maybe if we were cousins or something..."
"Okay!" Matt said. "You've already provided a more than adequate answer."
"Fine," Jeff retorted. "Matt, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Matt said, looking Jeff straight in the eye.
Jeff took a moment to think about his options. He would get Matt, oh yes he would...
"You know, I seem to recall when Amy was sick that one time, like for a week, and you volunteered to 'take care of her'. Well, I remember this one...imitation you did, probably just to blow off steam, but still... You know, the one of her...complaining. I dare you to recreate that imitation."
Amy's mouth dropped open. She knew what Matt must have been imitating, and she couldn't believe it! Oh that boy was in for it!
"Uhh, Jeff," Matt said, casting a glance at his girlfriend. "In the interest of my life, you can't make me do that!"
"Sure I can! And it was nice knowing you."
"You know, I hardly remember that anyway..."
"MATT!"
"Right."
Matt slowly got up, sending a last pleading look at Jeff, who glared at him. Matt took a deep breath. Amy was going to kill him. She wasn't even supposed to find out he had made fun of her. He didn't do it to mean, he had just gotten annoyed with her... Oh well.
Matt cleared his throat, put on his 'Amy Voice', and started complaining. And boy was he complaining. Being hot, being cold, being sore, hating all food, being horny...
Amy's mouth fell open again. "You are going to die!"
With that said, Amy started chasing her idiotic boyfriend around the room. Matt sent a desperate look to Jeff, who just shrugged his shoulders.
"I was already pissed at you because of the tickling thing, but now you are really gonna get it."
Few people had noticed Jeff had gotten up until he caught Amy in his arms and sat her back down, claiming that he had grown rather fond of Matt and didn't really want him dead.
Amy pouted before thinking of something. "You know Matt," she began. "Seeing how you seemed to focus mainly on me complaining about being horny... Hey! I was on drugs!" she shouted when Adam and Jay started to snicker. "Anyway, the point is, see if you get ANYTHING tonight!"
Matt's face fell even more. That was almost worse than being killed.
"Aww, come on Amy, you know I didn't mean it, and Jeff made me!" he protested. Amy didn't react at all. Matt literally got down on his knees and begged, but it had no effect on Amy. Okay, last resort.
"Amy..." he pleaded, making the most pathetic looking puppy-dog eyes imaginable.
"No!" Amy said. "That won't work." He didn't stop. "Argh! All right! Just quit with those damn eyes!"
"Geez, he must have taken lessons from Trish," Adam accidentally said out loud.
"Hey!" Trish shouted.
Adam gave her a sheepish grin and shrugged. "It's Matt's turn."
"Paul, truth or dare?" he asked.
"Dare," Paul replied confidently. What could Matt possibly do to him?
"I dare you to...um, I dare you to...I don't know!" he shouted in frustration. "Ames, help me out here!"
Matt was actually very surprised when Paul didn't protest. Paul actually looked kind of...bored.
"What, you're not gonna protest?" Amy asked Paul.
"Nope," he replied. "Why would I worry about you? What could you possibly come up with?"
Paul knew that was a mistake the moment it came out of his mouth. Amy's eyes flashed with anger. She was going to come up with the best dare ever. But she was going to have her fun with him, too. Oh yes, she would have her fun... She whispered something to Matt who started choking with laughter.
"Okay. Paul, I dare you to let the girls do your hair and makeup! Their way!"
"Awesome!" Stacy and Trish said gleefully at the same time. Amy wore a huge smirk and Stephanie couldn't say anything because she was trying so hard not to laugh.
"Oh," Matt added. "One more thing. Ames gets to take a picture."
Trish had already taken a bunch of stuff out of her bag and the rest of the girls quickly followed suit. All the guys in the room, barring Paul, had kicked back and were looking on with amusement. Poor Paul. He had such long hair, too...
The four girls spent longer on Paul's face than they individually did their own. Well, three girls. Stephanie was doing something with Paul's hair that Paul couldn't figure out. It felt like she was pulling it out, but Stephanie assured him she wasn't. All the other guys would have been able to tell, except for the fact that they had been kicked out of the room after five minutes. The girls wanted it to be a surprise.
After almost an hour, they called the rest of the guys into the room.
"Bout time," Jay mumbled.
"Yeah, what did you do to him? You took forever," Adam commented.
"Well, see for yourself," Amy said.
Stephanie stepped out of the way and revealed their masterpiece.
"Oh...my..."
They all stared in absolute shock. They were too shocked to laugh. He had bright red lipstick, blue eye shadow, and sparkles all over him.
"Oh my god," Jeff stuttered. "The hair. My god the hair..."
"What! What about the hair?" Paul asked, panicking. They wouldn't have, dyed it or anything, would they? "Mirror!" he demanded.
Stacy retrieved a mirror and handed it to Paul. After moving it around a bit so he could get a good view on his hair, Paul finally saw what Stephanie had been doing to him.
He dropped the mirror and sat down slowly, as though he were in a trance. His wyes were glassed over. His hair was done in what seemed to be zillions of tiny braids, and over half of them had 'cute little ribbons' tied onto them.
"What the hell did you do to me?"
"We...uh...fixed you," Stephanie said.
"Yeah," Shannon said. "It looks great. Very...uh...uh...something."
"See how long that takes you to get out," Trish said. "I had my hair braided in the Bahamas one time, and it took me hours to get them out."
"And your hair looked like a lion mane, remember?" Stacy supplied, giggling.
"Boy do I ever."
"Okay, okay." Paul said. "Let's just resume the game, shall we?"
"Now wait just a minute," Amy stated.
"What?"
"Your dare isn't done yet, buddy!"
"Huh?'
"I get to take a picture of you, remember?"
"I was trying not to."
"Trish! Camera!"
Trish handed Amy the camera without a word. Amy snapped a picture of Paul, who wore no expression on his face whatsoever.
"Blackmail! Goody!" Stacy said with a smile.
Paul's stomach jumped into his throat at this comment, but he didn't react. Man would the press have a field day! He could just picture it now. People all over the world standing in grocery lines, reading "The National Inquirer"'s latest headline. "HHH Cross-dressing Scandal: His Secret Life Revealed!"
"Paul!" Chris yelled.
"Yeah?"
"You okay? You were way out there somewhere, man," Chris replied.
"Just for that, truth or dare?"
"Uh, truth."
"So," Paul began. "What exactly went on in that back room?"
Stephanie couldn't help but giggle at the question, and, in turn, Chris glared at her.
"We talked," he said firmly.
"That's it?!" Jeff asked, disappointed.
"We talked."
"So you've said," Paul stated. "Anything else?"
Stephanie started laughing. "We kissed," she said. "I made him kiss me because I said that everyone would be disappointed if they found out that all we did was talk. And I just knew you guys would find out somehow."
"Right," Chris said. "So...my turn right? Steph, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to do a repeat performance of Adam and Trish, with me," he said with his character's arrogant smirk plastered to his face.
Stephanie raised her eyebrows before jumping on him, knocking Matt, who was sitting close to Chris, out of the way in the process. They're 'performance' was actually very similar to that of Adam and Trish. Except for one thing. When a couple of brave superstars tried to pull them apart, Chris knocked them away and continued kissing Stephanie.
Chris slowly removed Stephanie's shirt, and she did the same for Chris. There was a lot of protesting on many people's parts, but Stephanie and Chris just ignored them. However, when they had stripped down to their underwear, a voice ran out from the air that they could not ignore.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT A SIGNING THREE HOURS AGO!!!"
Stephanie recognized the voice immediately and cringed. This was beyond embarrassing. She couldn't believe it. Chris thought he recognized the voice, but he wasn't positive, and he was afraid to look. He did, eventually though, and his fears were confirmed. He found himself staring into the eyes of Vince McMahon, and he was on top of his daughter, and they were all late for a signing.
"Mr. McMahon," Adam said. "Vince, how nice to see you. Uhh, we're sorry we're late, but the storm..."
"Yeah, we got locked in," Jay offered.
"We would have come," Amy said.
"But we couldn't," Jeff finished.
"Wait, first of all, what is going on here?" Vince asked.
"Umm, truth or dare," Stacy said timidly.
"Right. You know what? I don't want to know. But I have to ask you one thing. Did it ever run through any of your minds to switch on the BACKUP electricity?"
"Umm, nope."
Vince sighed. "Just come on, you're late enough as it is. However, I am in a good mood, so you're lucky, but please, let's not let this happen again. Oh, and get your clothes on!" he finished. "Especially you," he said, looking at Adam.
Everyone scrambled to get their stuff together. Paul accidentally brushed by Vince as he was exiting. "I'm not even gonna ask," Vince told him.
"Thanks."
Unfortunately for Chris, he was the last one to exit. Vince caught him by the arm. "You and I are going to have a LONG talk later," Vince told him.
"Looking forward to it."
THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yea! I'm so happy! Thank-you for reading everybody! I love you all!!! :-D Ta-ta for now! But don't worry; you haven't seen the last of me!
Well, here it is, the final chapter. I can't believe that it's over. However, due to demand, there will be a sequel someday. Hopefully someday soon. I'd like to thank everybody that read and reviewed my story: it meant a lot to me. This chapter is a lot longer than all of the other chapters, and I mean a lot longer. I hope it was worth the wait!
Just so everybody knows, this chapter is dedicated to a specific someone. He won't let me use his real name, so let's just call him, 'the guy I know that said, "Your stories are great, but they don't have enough sex in them."' Yeah, that guy. He's pretty cute, too. *Winks at him cuz she knows he's reading this* Hehe, lol.
So, with no further introduction, here it is: chapter eight.
Trish was about to take her turn when Matt spoke up.
"Hey, uh, why don't we put the game on hold for a couple minutes. I gotta go...go..."
"Go?" Adam suggested.
"Yeah."
"Sounds good to me, I gotta stretch," Paul said. "I'm gonna get stiff."
There was an unspoken consent from everybody to this suggestion. After Paul stood up to stretch, many of the others followed suit. Matt ran. After all, he did have ice down his pants.
Adam took a breath and stood up. He walked over to Trish, who was still sitting. He motioned for her to get up and they walked over to a corner. They stood in silence for a moment.
"You're gonna wash that, you know," Trish said, motioning toward her thong.
Adam tilted his head slightly downward and smiled before lifting his head back up and meeting Trish's eyes.
"Yeah," he said. "So, um, I just wanted to tell you..." Adam was cut short. "Hey you two, game's starting again," Shannon called across the room. They quickly sat back down.
"Adam, truth or dare," Trish asked once she had sat down.
"Uh, truth," he replied.
Trish was at a slight loss, as she had no idea what to ask, except one thing.
"What did you want to tell me?" she asked him.
Adam, startled, met her eyes. He was surprised, to say the least. His eyes left hers and roamed over her face; she was so beautiful. Unconsciously his breathing began to match hers.
"Adam?"
He heard her, but her voice seemed far away.
"Adam," she said, a bit louder. He snapped back into reality. "I said, what did you want to tell me?"
"Ask you," he corrected.
"What do you mean, 'ask me'? Your exact words were, 'I just wanted to tell you...', and then you got cut off."
"Oh, right," Adam said. "I was just gonna say that I wanted to tell you that, um, you seem a lot...cooler than I thought you were, I guess."
"Oh," Trish said. "Then what did you want to ask me?"
"Hey, that wasn't part of the question..." he protested, but stopped when he saw those damn puppy-dog eyes. Trish was just too good at those. He sighed. "What are you doing this Friday?"
"Depends," she replied, answering his question.
"On what?"
"I guess I'm doing what you're doing."
Adam then crossed over to where she was sitting and whispered something in her ear that sounded suspiciously like 'truth or dare'. She mouthed the word dare and he whispered something so softly that no one but Trish could hear, not that anybody but Trish was meant to hear. They could guess, though, considering what happened next.
Trish jumped into Adam's arms and locked lips with his. She pulled herself completely into his lap, and many of the people in the room's eyes widened in astonishment and a hint of amusement. Trish put her hands in Adam's hair and pulled them closer.
Adam's hand had slipped underneath Trish's shirt. Adam remembered all too well when she had removed that shirt; in fact, that was the whole reason she wasn't wearing a bra at the moment. Trish moaned, breaking their kiss, and placed several kisses down Adam's neck. Adam's excitement was very clear due to his lack of clothing on the lower side.
Before things could get too out of ha, several other people pulled them apart. Trish and Adam didn't protest too much, and both of them looked vaguely satisfied.
"Does this mean it's Trish's turn again?" Matt asked.
"Why would it be my turn? I just went. It's Adam's turn," Trish replied innocently.
"But I thought you just-"
"It's Adam's turn," Trish repeated.
"Right. We get it. It never happened," Chris said before Matt could confuse himself even more. "Adam, just go."
"Right. Shannon, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Shannon replied, hoping Adam would be too distracted to come up with too devastating a dare.
"Hmm, can you do a split?" Adam questioned.
Shannon was a bit confused; this was a question, not a dare. Oh well.
"No," he answered truthfully.
"Good," Adam replied. "Do one."
"What?" Shannon questioned amongst snickers. "I just said I can't."
"And I say you can sure as hell at least try," Adam stated.
"But I can't!"
"Oh sure you can!" Stacy said enthusiastically. "It's easy."
Ignoring the fact that her shorts were still split in the back, she gracefully went into a perfect split. "See?"
"Good for you," Shannon said. "I cant do that."
"Honestly Shannon! Just try!" Adam said.
"But-" Shannon started before realizing the entire room was getting a tad frustrated with him. Obviously they wanted the game to move on... "All right."
He then 'tried' to do a split.
"You're not trying," Chris pointed out. He was right, of course. Shannon's legs were so close together his feet were still flat on the ground.
Shannon sighed and actually tried. He continued going down until he felt a slight twinge of pain. He went about an inch further then stopped, putting his arms on the ground in front of him to support him.
"There, happy?"
"Here, let me help you," Stacy said.
"Wait, no," Shannon protested, but he was too late.
Stacy firmly pushed him toward the ground, and he almost did a complete split before toppling over, yelping in pain.
"Ow," Shannon complained. "I sure hope you're happy."
"I'm not," Adam replied. "You didn't go all the way down.
Shannon looked absolutely devastated. "You aren't serious, are you? Oh, come on," he pleaded.
"Nah, I'm just messing with ya. It's your turn."
"Thank-you. Jeff, truth or dare."
"Uh, truth."
"Hmm. Would you really have a three-some with Matt and Amy?"
Jeff became a bit lost in his thoughts. He looked at Matt, then Amy, then Matt, then Amy... "No," he concluded. "Due to the fact that Matt is my brother, but I don't know, maybe if we were cousins or something..."
"Okay!" Matt said. "You've already provided a more than adequate answer."
"Fine," Jeff retorted. "Matt, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Matt said, looking Jeff straight in the eye.
Jeff took a moment to think about his options. He would get Matt, oh yes he would...
"You know, I seem to recall when Amy was sick that one time, like for a week, and you volunteered to 'take care of her'. Well, I remember this one...imitation you did, probably just to blow off steam, but still... You know, the one of her...complaining. I dare you to recreate that imitation."
Amy's mouth dropped open. She knew what Matt must have been imitating, and she couldn't believe it! Oh that boy was in for it!
"Uhh, Jeff," Matt said, casting a glance at his girlfriend. "In the interest of my life, you can't make me do that!"
"Sure I can! And it was nice knowing you."
"You know, I hardly remember that anyway..."
"MATT!"
"Right."
Matt slowly got up, sending a last pleading look at Jeff, who glared at him. Matt took a deep breath. Amy was going to kill him. She wasn't even supposed to find out he had made fun of her. He didn't do it to mean, he had just gotten annoyed with her... Oh well.
Matt cleared his throat, put on his 'Amy Voice', and started complaining. And boy was he complaining. Being hot, being cold, being sore, hating all food, being horny...
Amy's mouth fell open again. "You are going to die!"
With that said, Amy started chasing her idiotic boyfriend around the room. Matt sent a desperate look to Jeff, who just shrugged his shoulders.
"I was already pissed at you because of the tickling thing, but now you are really gonna get it."
Few people had noticed Jeff had gotten up until he caught Amy in his arms and sat her back down, claiming that he had grown rather fond of Matt and didn't really want him dead.
Amy pouted before thinking of something. "You know Matt," she began. "Seeing how you seemed to focus mainly on me complaining about being horny... Hey! I was on drugs!" she shouted when Adam and Jay started to snicker. "Anyway, the point is, see if you get ANYTHING tonight!"
Matt's face fell even more. That was almost worse than being killed.
"Aww, come on Amy, you know I didn't mean it, and Jeff made me!" he protested. Amy didn't react at all. Matt literally got down on his knees and begged, but it had no effect on Amy. Okay, last resort.
"Amy..." he pleaded, making the most pathetic looking puppy-dog eyes imaginable.
"No!" Amy said. "That won't work." He didn't stop. "Argh! All right! Just quit with those damn eyes!"
"Geez, he must have taken lessons from Trish," Adam accidentally said out loud.
"Hey!" Trish shouted.
Adam gave her a sheepish grin and shrugged. "It's Matt's turn."
"Paul, truth or dare?" he asked.
"Dare," Paul replied confidently. What could Matt possibly do to him?
"I dare you to...um, I dare you to...I don't know!" he shouted in frustration. "Ames, help me out here!"
Matt was actually very surprised when Paul didn't protest. Paul actually looked kind of...bored.
"What, you're not gonna protest?" Amy asked Paul.
"Nope," he replied. "Why would I worry about you? What could you possibly come up with?"
Paul knew that was a mistake the moment it came out of his mouth. Amy's eyes flashed with anger. She was going to come up with the best dare ever. But she was going to have her fun with him, too. Oh yes, she would have her fun... She whispered something to Matt who started choking with laughter.
"Okay. Paul, I dare you to let the girls do your hair and makeup! Their way!"
"Awesome!" Stacy and Trish said gleefully at the same time. Amy wore a huge smirk and Stephanie couldn't say anything because she was trying so hard not to laugh.
"Oh," Matt added. "One more thing. Ames gets to take a picture."
Trish had already taken a bunch of stuff out of her bag and the rest of the girls quickly followed suit. All the guys in the room, barring Paul, had kicked back and were looking on with amusement. Poor Paul. He had such long hair, too...
The four girls spent longer on Paul's face than they individually did their own. Well, three girls. Stephanie was doing something with Paul's hair that Paul couldn't figure out. It felt like she was pulling it out, but Stephanie assured him she wasn't. All the other guys would have been able to tell, except for the fact that they had been kicked out of the room after five minutes. The girls wanted it to be a surprise.
After almost an hour, they called the rest of the guys into the room.
"Bout time," Jay mumbled.
"Yeah, what did you do to him? You took forever," Adam commented.
"Well, see for yourself," Amy said.
Stephanie stepped out of the way and revealed their masterpiece.
"Oh...my..."
They all stared in absolute shock. They were too shocked to laugh. He had bright red lipstick, blue eye shadow, and sparkles all over him.
"Oh my god," Jeff stuttered. "The hair. My god the hair..."
"What! What about the hair?" Paul asked, panicking. They wouldn't have, dyed it or anything, would they? "Mirror!" he demanded.
Stacy retrieved a mirror and handed it to Paul. After moving it around a bit so he could get a good view on his hair, Paul finally saw what Stephanie had been doing to him.
He dropped the mirror and sat down slowly, as though he were in a trance. His wyes were glassed over. His hair was done in what seemed to be zillions of tiny braids, and over half of them had 'cute little ribbons' tied onto them.
"What the hell did you do to me?"
"We...uh...fixed you," Stephanie said.
"Yeah," Shannon said. "It looks great. Very...uh...uh...something."
"See how long that takes you to get out," Trish said. "I had my hair braided in the Bahamas one time, and it took me hours to get them out."
"And your hair looked like a lion mane, remember?" Stacy supplied, giggling.
"Boy do I ever."
"Okay, okay." Paul said. "Let's just resume the game, shall we?"
"Now wait just a minute," Amy stated.
"What?"
"Your dare isn't done yet, buddy!"
"Huh?'
"I get to take a picture of you, remember?"
"I was trying not to."
"Trish! Camera!"
Trish handed Amy the camera without a word. Amy snapped a picture of Paul, who wore no expression on his face whatsoever.
"Blackmail! Goody!" Stacy said with a smile.
Paul's stomach jumped into his throat at this comment, but he didn't react. Man would the press have a field day! He could just picture it now. People all over the world standing in grocery lines, reading "The National Inquirer"'s latest headline. "HHH Cross-dressing Scandal: His Secret Life Revealed!"
"Paul!" Chris yelled.
"Yeah?"
"You okay? You were way out there somewhere, man," Chris replied.
"Just for that, truth or dare?"
"Uh, truth."
"So," Paul began. "What exactly went on in that back room?"
Stephanie couldn't help but giggle at the question, and, in turn, Chris glared at her.
"We talked," he said firmly.
"That's it?!" Jeff asked, disappointed.
"We talked."
"So you've said," Paul stated. "Anything else?"
Stephanie started laughing. "We kissed," she said. "I made him kiss me because I said that everyone would be disappointed if they found out that all we did was talk. And I just knew you guys would find out somehow."
"Right," Chris said. "So...my turn right? Steph, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to do a repeat performance of Adam and Trish, with me," he said with his character's arrogant smirk plastered to his face.
Stephanie raised her eyebrows before jumping on him, knocking Matt, who was sitting close to Chris, out of the way in the process. They're 'performance' was actually very similar to that of Adam and Trish. Except for one thing. When a couple of brave superstars tried to pull them apart, Chris knocked them away and continued kissing Stephanie.
Chris slowly removed Stephanie's shirt, and she did the same for Chris. There was a lot of protesting on many people's parts, but Stephanie and Chris just ignored them. However, when they had stripped down to their underwear, a voice ran out from the air that they could not ignore.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT A SIGNING THREE HOURS AGO!!!"
Stephanie recognized the voice immediately and cringed. This was beyond embarrassing. She couldn't believe it. Chris thought he recognized the voice, but he wasn't positive, and he was afraid to look. He did, eventually though, and his fears were confirmed. He found himself staring into the eyes of Vince McMahon, and he was on top of his daughter, and they were all late for a signing.
"Mr. McMahon," Adam said. "Vince, how nice to see you. Uhh, we're sorry we're late, but the storm..."
"Yeah, we got locked in," Jay offered.
"We would have come," Amy said.
"But we couldn't," Jeff finished.
"Wait, first of all, what is going on here?" Vince asked.
"Umm, truth or dare," Stacy said timidly.
"Right. You know what? I don't want to know. But I have to ask you one thing. Did it ever run through any of your minds to switch on the BACKUP electricity?"
"Umm, nope."
Vince sighed. "Just come on, you're late enough as it is. However, I am in a good mood, so you're lucky, but please, let's not let this happen again. Oh, and get your clothes on!" he finished. "Especially you," he said, looking at Adam.
Everyone scrambled to get their stuff together. Paul accidentally brushed by Vince as he was exiting. "I'm not even gonna ask," Vince told him.
"Thanks."
Unfortunately for Chris, he was the last one to exit. Vince caught him by the arm. "You and I are going to have a LONG talk later," Vince told him.
"Looking forward to it."
THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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