Author's Note: I don't own anything...Happy Halloween =)
Trish Stratus was still shaken up half an hour later when everybody had gathered together to talk about the most recent events. They all decided to meet up at a local Denny's to talk it over. In a giantic booth in a corner of the restaraunt sat in order, Jay Reso, Amy Dumas, Lilian Garcia, Trish Stratus, Chris Irvine and Shane Helms. They had just ordered their food and began discussing that just happened. The only person who wasn't talking was Trish, for she was still shocked. "I can't believe this would happen! What did the voice on the phone sound like?" Amy asked, her red hair in a high ponytail. She also had a pair of black sweatpants and a red baby tee on.
"Trish said it was nobody she knew." Chris answered, his blonde hair hanging loose. He had bags under his eyes and he was still a bit tired. Stifling a yawn, he stretched his arms and leaned back. Chris Irvine was wearing a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans. Jay Reso leaned in, wearing a blue sleeveless shirt and black jeans. "Do you think it's one of those things? Those voice changers? Like in the Scream movies?"
He questioned, as everybody began looking around at each other. Nobody had ever really thought of that. "It could be." Shane Helms shrugged. His green hair was a mess because he had just rolled out of bed and left when Chris gave his cell phone a call. In fact, Shane still had his Green Lantern pajama top on, along with a pair of black track pants. He took a sip of his coffee.
"And then that mirror...it's so creepy." Lilian stated, adding more sugar to her coffee. She was wearing a pink three-quarter sleeve shirt with a blue jean skirt. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail. "Who was your roomate, Chris?" She added, stiring her drink.
"HBK." He replied, using the wrestling name instead of his real name. Trish just watched her friends talk, playing with her napkin. Chris Irvine rubbed his tired eyes.
"Do you think we should question him?" Jay Reso asked them, placing his chin in his hand. He looked like he was pondering. The eyes of Lilian Garcia went wide.
"Why do you guys assume it was HBK? I mean, when Chris and I were wanting to question Nora, you and Amy didn't want any part of it. And now you want to go question Michael Hickenbottom? What the hell is wrong with you, Jay?" She asked, her eyes narrowing. She glared at the Canadian. Jay looked taken back.
"He was there! They were asleep. How is it not him?" Jay fought back in defense.
"I've got to agree with Jay on this one." Amy Dumas replied, as the food arrived. The friends stopped talking long enough for the food to be served. After the waitress had left, they resumed their conversation.
"Guys! We just have to question him, that's all. It's not like we're going to yell at him and say 'You did it!' right away." Shane Helms suggested, poking his fork into his chocolate chip pancakes.
"Who's going to do this?" Trish finally asked. She was picking at her scrambled eggs and toast.
"I will." Jay volunteered.
"So will I." Amy chimed in.
"Have fun." Chris said to them before shoving a forkful of hash browns into his mouth.
Later that day, Amy Dumas and Jay Reso were working out at a local gym. Amy was on the treadmill and Jay was bench pressing when Amy saw Michael Hickenbottom, or Shawn Michaels as he is known as to the fans walk in. Shawn Michaels had a pair of black shorts on, along with a white wife-beater. He waved to Amy and then began stretching. She waved back, giving him a small smile. Amy quickly hopped off the treadmill and jogged over to Jay Reso at the bench press. Jay was on his seventh rep and was doing fine until Amy reached him. "Jay! He's here." She stated, causing him to lose control. Jay almost dropped the weight and he would've squashed his chest if Amy wasn't there to help lift it up. Jay sat up from his former position and scanned the area. He finally saw Michael Hickenbottom by the water fountain, stretching.
"Should we go talk to him?" He asked, trying to catch his breath.
"Come on. We have to before he goes off somewhere." Amy said, walking towards the stretching Michael Hickenbottom.
"He just got here. Where would he go?" Jay asked to himself, shaking his head. He then followed Amy. The two made their way over to the man as he got up.
"Hey Amy. Hey Jason. How's it going?" He asked, stretching out his shoulders and arms.
"Pretty good. How are you?" Amy asked, placing her hands on her hips. Jay stood behind her.
"I'm good." He replied, not really paying attention to them at the moment.
"Hey man, do you happen to know anything about what happened in your hotel room earlier this morning?" Reso asked, placing his fingers on his chin in a pondering stance.
"No? What happened?" He asked, finally paying more attention. He stood up straight.
"Trish found a threatening note on your bathroom mirror directed to her. She stayed with Chris in your room." Jay explained, as Michael's eyebrows arched.
"Really? I don't know a thing. I came in pretty late, at around three? Chris and Trish were asleep when I got in and I crashed right away. What'd she do?" He asked, walking over to one of the machines. Jay and Amy followed.
"She screamed. Didn't you hear that?" Amy Dumas asked, getting onto the machine next to Michael. Michael was on the leg press and Amy began to use the high pulley. Jay stood in the middle of the two machines. Michael Hickenbottom shook his head.
"Nope. I can sleep through a rock concert." He told them as he began his set.
"So, you know nothing about it?" Amy asked as she began pulling the bar down.
"Nope." Michael Hickenbottom answered, continuing with his excercise.
"Alright. Thanks man. We'll see you later." Jay said to him before walking back to the bench press. Amy finished her set of lat pull downs and then walked over to Jay.
"Do you think he's lieing?" Amy asked as she picked up a dumbell.
"Who knows? I guess we have to start over." Jay told her before resuming his benching.
Trish Stratus was still shaken up half an hour later when everybody had gathered together to talk about the most recent events. They all decided to meet up at a local Denny's to talk it over. In a giantic booth in a corner of the restaraunt sat in order, Jay Reso, Amy Dumas, Lilian Garcia, Trish Stratus, Chris Irvine and Shane Helms. They had just ordered their food and began discussing that just happened. The only person who wasn't talking was Trish, for she was still shocked. "I can't believe this would happen! What did the voice on the phone sound like?" Amy asked, her red hair in a high ponytail. She also had a pair of black sweatpants and a red baby tee on.
"Trish said it was nobody she knew." Chris answered, his blonde hair hanging loose. He had bags under his eyes and he was still a bit tired. Stifling a yawn, he stretched his arms and leaned back. Chris Irvine was wearing a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans. Jay Reso leaned in, wearing a blue sleeveless shirt and black jeans. "Do you think it's one of those things? Those voice changers? Like in the Scream movies?"
He questioned, as everybody began looking around at each other. Nobody had ever really thought of that. "It could be." Shane Helms shrugged. His green hair was a mess because he had just rolled out of bed and left when Chris gave his cell phone a call. In fact, Shane still had his Green Lantern pajama top on, along with a pair of black track pants. He took a sip of his coffee.
"And then that mirror...it's so creepy." Lilian stated, adding more sugar to her coffee. She was wearing a pink three-quarter sleeve shirt with a blue jean skirt. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail. "Who was your roomate, Chris?" She added, stiring her drink.
"HBK." He replied, using the wrestling name instead of his real name. Trish just watched her friends talk, playing with her napkin. Chris Irvine rubbed his tired eyes.
"Do you think we should question him?" Jay Reso asked them, placing his chin in his hand. He looked like he was pondering. The eyes of Lilian Garcia went wide.
"Why do you guys assume it was HBK? I mean, when Chris and I were wanting to question Nora, you and Amy didn't want any part of it. And now you want to go question Michael Hickenbottom? What the hell is wrong with you, Jay?" She asked, her eyes narrowing. She glared at the Canadian. Jay looked taken back.
"He was there! They were asleep. How is it not him?" Jay fought back in defense.
"I've got to agree with Jay on this one." Amy Dumas replied, as the food arrived. The friends stopped talking long enough for the food to be served. After the waitress had left, they resumed their conversation.
"Guys! We just have to question him, that's all. It's not like we're going to yell at him and say 'You did it!' right away." Shane Helms suggested, poking his fork into his chocolate chip pancakes.
"Who's going to do this?" Trish finally asked. She was picking at her scrambled eggs and toast.
"I will." Jay volunteered.
"So will I." Amy chimed in.
"Have fun." Chris said to them before shoving a forkful of hash browns into his mouth.
Later that day, Amy Dumas and Jay Reso were working out at a local gym. Amy was on the treadmill and Jay was bench pressing when Amy saw Michael Hickenbottom, or Shawn Michaels as he is known as to the fans walk in. Shawn Michaels had a pair of black shorts on, along with a white wife-beater. He waved to Amy and then began stretching. She waved back, giving him a small smile. Amy quickly hopped off the treadmill and jogged over to Jay Reso at the bench press. Jay was on his seventh rep and was doing fine until Amy reached him. "Jay! He's here." She stated, causing him to lose control. Jay almost dropped the weight and he would've squashed his chest if Amy wasn't there to help lift it up. Jay sat up from his former position and scanned the area. He finally saw Michael Hickenbottom by the water fountain, stretching.
"Should we go talk to him?" He asked, trying to catch his breath.
"Come on. We have to before he goes off somewhere." Amy said, walking towards the stretching Michael Hickenbottom.
"He just got here. Where would he go?" Jay asked to himself, shaking his head. He then followed Amy. The two made their way over to the man as he got up.
"Hey Amy. Hey Jason. How's it going?" He asked, stretching out his shoulders and arms.
"Pretty good. How are you?" Amy asked, placing her hands on her hips. Jay stood behind her.
"I'm good." He replied, not really paying attention to them at the moment.
"Hey man, do you happen to know anything about what happened in your hotel room earlier this morning?" Reso asked, placing his fingers on his chin in a pondering stance.
"No? What happened?" He asked, finally paying more attention. He stood up straight.
"Trish found a threatening note on your bathroom mirror directed to her. She stayed with Chris in your room." Jay explained, as Michael's eyebrows arched.
"Really? I don't know a thing. I came in pretty late, at around three? Chris and Trish were asleep when I got in and I crashed right away. What'd she do?" He asked, walking over to one of the machines. Jay and Amy followed.
"She screamed. Didn't you hear that?" Amy Dumas asked, getting onto the machine next to Michael. Michael was on the leg press and Amy began to use the high pulley. Jay stood in the middle of the two machines. Michael Hickenbottom shook his head.
"Nope. I can sleep through a rock concert." He told them as he began his set.
"So, you know nothing about it?" Amy asked as she began pulling the bar down.
"Nope." Michael Hickenbottom answered, continuing with his excercise.
"Alright. Thanks man. We'll see you later." Jay said to him before walking back to the bench press. Amy finished her set of lat pull downs and then walked over to Jay.
"Do you think he's lieing?" Amy asked as she picked up a dumbell.
"Who knows? I guess we have to start over." Jay told her before resuming his benching.