A/N: At the beginning of the following chapters, the italics are a conversation that was had in the past, that's why it's italics, so kind of think of them as a voice over to the rest of the chapter. :)
Enjoy the revenge. :D
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"Dawn and Edge?"
"I've got something in mind for them. I think that it's time for them to get a rude awakening."
Chris walked down the hallway happily. Today was the day it would begin. He and Stephanie had had a long, long talk the other night and ironed things out. There was only one person they were having trouble with getting back at, but the time to think of a plan for that one would come soon.
He and Stephanie were going about their business as if nothing had happened. That was the only way all of this would work. So he was back to being the good-two-shoes, and she was back being the quiet, little, shy girl that he despised. But when he passed her and she winked, he knew that she was back, and back for good.
"Chris!" Edge called from up ahead, Dawn on his back.
Chris smiled in their direction, "Hey guys, what's up?"
"Nothing, just being bored before the show," Dawn said, "Tonight, Edge and I get to officially be a couple."
"That's great," Chris grinned, though if you looked closely you could see a more sinister side to that grin.
"Have we thanked you enough for getting us this storyline?" Edge asked, "Because we really do want to thank you, we've been trying to get on-screen together for a long time."
"Don't worry about it," he told them, "It was the least I could do."
"Well, we were on our way to catering, but we'll talk later," Dawn said, as Edge ran down the hallway, Dawn laughing as she rode on his back.
Chris's grin turned definitively evil as he turned away from them. They would have no clue what the hell was going on. And when the time came to drop the bomb on them, they would never know what hit them. He laughed a bit to himself and went on to his dressing room for the evening. Upon arrival, he noticed a small note tucked neatly under the door. He picked it up quickly and went inside to read it, locking the door behind him. He unfolded the paper and saw Stephanie's neat writing on it:
Chris, I set up the list for the evening, that girl's name will be on there, so don't worry. I slipped into your room and left the cash, it should be more than enough to persuade her to do her job. Don't forget to be as incognito as humanly possible.
Stephanie
He tore up the note immediately, not wanting anyone to see it and realize what they were doing. He threw away the remnants into the garbage can. He would've burned them, but that would cause way too much suspicion. He went over to his bag and looked inside. Sitting on top of his wrestling attire was a simple white envelope. Grabbing the leather gloves he had brought, he picked up the envelope and looked inside.
He saw a neat stack of crisp, new hundred dollar bills. He smirked to himself, wondering what Stephanie had to go through to get this cash. He took the stack of bills out and counted it quickly. It was over two thousand dollars, probably not even enough to make a dent in her bank account, though he did wonder what she would say to compensate for the loss, if anyone ever realized what it was for. He imagined that she'd say it was for shopping or some other cockamamie story.
He put the money back in the envelope and went to grab another duffel bag he had brought with him for their special little plan tonight. He picked it up and stuck the envelope in it. He needed to move to be on time at the meeting place where he was meeting their special guest for the night. He walked outside quickly, keeping his things tucked to his side, not drawing attention to himself. Once outside, he went into a little alcove to change.
He pulled out a pair of black slacks, and slipped them on. He changed his shoes to a pair of loafers with indistinguishable shoe treads. He and Stephanie had thought of everything. He buttoned up his black shirt and then pulled his hair back into a neat ponytail, before tucking it into the beanie he was wearing. He put his regular clothes into his duffel bag and hid it next to the dumpster. He picked up his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Stephanie's number.
Stephanie had been sitting, looking over the catalogue for wedding favors. Hunter was sitting next to her, studying a match of some sort, probably preparing. She bit her lip, not wanting anything smartass to come to her mind, lest she let loose a string of curse words towards the man who betrayed her. She was saved from that fate as her cell phone rang. Hunter went to pick it up, but Stephanie was quicker and picked it up first.
"I would've answered it," Hunter said gruffly.
How had she not realized how much he was controlling her earlier? She could tell by his tone of voice that he didn't think she should even be answering the phone. She was about a second away from hitting him over the head with the phone until a pretty little crimson stream of blood trickled down his face. She smiled sweetly instead.
"I didn't want to disrupt you while you're so engrossed in your match," she said, her voice calm and serene.
"Well thanks," he said, not realizing she was putting on an act.
She answered the phone and brought it up to her ear, "Hello?"
"Stephanie, it's me."
"Oh, hello," Stephanie said, her voice still sweet.
"He's there huh?"
"Yes, that's correct."
"Ok, well, I'll make this short then," he started, "I'm dressed and I'm ready to go. I'm going to the rendezvous spot agreed upon last night. So basically I have to meet up with her, and then we sit back and watch the show."
"Oh yes, thank you for calling, I will definitely take that into consideration."
"Ok, I'll see you later."
"Bye," Stephanie said, then hung up the phone. Before she set it down, she quickly erased the number from the call log, in case Hunter should look at the numbers of people who called. She wouldn't put it past him to do something like that, if his dumb mind had even thought of it in the first place.
"Who was it?"
"Oh, it was just the wedding planner," Stephanie answered, such a cool liar she was, "She wanted to suggest the swans for the table decoration, but I wasn't sure if I liked those, but I wanted to appease her."
"Oh," Hunter laughed, "I don't know if I want a bird on the tables."
"Don't worry about it sweets, I'll make sure everything is perfect," she smiled and kissed him softly, having to hold back the bile rising up in her as she kissed him. He was such a snake.
Chris walked out of the alcove, glancing around quickly. He went to his rental car. Not the one he had come in this evening, but the one that Stephanie had specially dropped off for him, so nobody would see it and realize it was him. Not to mention it wouldn't be traced to him if things went sour. It wouldn't be registered to Stephanie either, but to Hunter, another of Stephanie's little plans.
He drove through the streets to the designated spot. He and Stephanie had pre-scouted the area, trying to find the perfect woman for their little stunt. When they found her, they told her to meet him there the next night, which she agreed to do. The power of money overrode anything else. Of course, they had been in disguise last night, but the girl didn't have to know that.
Chris found the place and parked his car a few blocks away, opting to walk there instead. He put his sunglasses on and started walking, checking around every once in a while to make sure there were no cops around, or anyone else rather suspicious. He found the alley where he had told the girl to meet them, and found her leaning against the wall.
"Good, you made it," Chris rasped, changing his voice.
"Ya told me to," the girl drawled, "Though I don't know why I came back, you and that chick yous was with were weird."
"Don't worry about her, you won't see her," he said, "And I believe you came back because I promised you a good deal of money."
"Yeah, you did," she said, smacking her gum, "So what do you want? Sex, or just a job right here? I don't do nothing kinky if that's what you're into, I do have standards, even for a hooker."
"No, this isn't for me," he said, "In fact, this has nothing to do with you sleeping with anyone."
"What kind of weird shit are you into?" the girl asked, starting to walk away.
"Nothing, it's simply a matter of revenge," he told her, "I want revenge on a couple of people I know."
"Oh," she said, "And what do you want me to do exactly?"
"There's this guy, I need you to go there and pretend like you slept with him."
"But I didn't."
"No, but you have to make it believable."
Chris had taken Edge out last night, before his little adventure with Stephanie. Edge had gotten pretty drunk and ended up staying in Chris's room, because he couldn't remember what room he and Dawn were in and she didn't like seeing him drunk. Of course, that was all part of Chris's plan, but what Edge didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And as soon as Edge was out cold, Chris left the room, going to see Christian for his alibi as to where his whereabouts were. He and Stephanie didn't go out until four in the morning, when everyone they knew would be asleep. He and Stephanie had thought this through to the very last second.
"Ok, I can do that, but what's in it for me?"
Chris took the money out of his back pocket and handed her the envelope. She looked into it quickly and counted it. Her eyes widened as she realized just how much cash she was looking at. She quickly tucked it into her jacket and smiled up at him.
"Ok, I'm in, so what do I have to do?" she asked.
"Be persistent, if he says he didn't do it, then you just keep saying he did, don't let up. Here are a few details. He was in room 768, and he was wearing black leather pants and a purple button up shirt. He had about six beers and then a couple of mini-vodka bottles in the hotel room."
"Ok, and where should I go to do this?"
"You know the arena around here?"
"Yeah, I do," she nodded, "You in there?"
"Yeah, he's in there, your name will be on the list to get in if they ask, we planned this. The guy's name is Edge and his girlfriend's name is Dawn Marie. To prove you were with him, he has a birthmark on his inner thigh."
"How do you know that?" she asked.
"When you plot revenge, you find out every weakness," Chris said, "As soon as I leave, head over there."
"Sounds good, so you gots a guy named Edge, which I don't think'll be too hard to find, and then Dawn, and then a birthmark, leather pants, purple shirt, room 768. I can do that."
"Thanks, my partner and I appreciate this."
"And I appreciates this," she replied, patting her jacket where the money was stuffed.
Chris nodded and walked quickly out of the alley and back to his car. He drove to the airport to drop off his car, throwing away the beanie and the gloves. He took a cab back to the arena and got out, going back to the alcove to change again. He then walked back into the arena, a big smile on his face as if nothing had happened. Chris went back to his dressing room and threw his stuff inside, then started walking around the hallways, waiting for the show.
Vy, as her hooker name went, walked through the hallways, looking for Edge. She asked a couple of people where she could find him, and nobody thought the different of her or even suspected anything. Finally she asked someone who pointed directly to him and she saw he was with some brunette who she gathered to be Dawn. She licked her lips and started walking towards the couple who were talking quietly to each other.
"Edge!" she called out, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Edge turned slightly, seeing a woman calling out his name, "Um, excuse me, do I know you?"
"Of course you know me," Vy said, coming over to stand with him, "You mean you don't remember me at all?"
"Was I supposed to give you an autograph?"
"No," she drawled out seductively, "Don't you remember last night?"
Chris turned the corner, hearing someone call out for Edge. He saw the three of them on the other side of the hallway and stopped there, leaning against the wall, the schedule in his hands. He started reading it, or pretending to read it rather, so he could listen in on the conversation. This should turn out to be good, he could already see Dawn looking suspiciously at Edge. She had known exactly where he was last night because he had made sure that Edge had called Dawn to tell her that he was sleeping in Chris's room last night.
"What about last night?" Dawn asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Edge and I were together last night, weren't we Edge?"
"I've never seen you before in my life," Edge protested.
Vy ran a hand down his bare chest, "I'm hurt baby, you said last night was an experience you'd never forget."
"Edge, what the hell did you do last night?" Dawn demanded.
"I went out with Chris and then crashed at his room."
"Yeah, that's right," Vy said, "Except he crashed with me, over and over and over."
"I did not! I was with Chris last night."
"You were not, you were all alone in room 768," Vy said, "I should know, because that's where you told me to meet you."
"Ok, that was the room," Edge said, seeing Dawn glare at him, "But you weren't there last night, nothing happened, I swear."
"Dawn," she said, "He told me your name, said something about how she's not interesting in bed, well……….."
"You said that!" Dawn screamed.
"No, I didn't say anything, I don't know who you are!" Edge protested, pushing Vy off of him as she tried to grab his hand.
"Yes you do, maybe it's a little fuzzy because you had a lot to drink. He had like six beers and then broke open some vodka in the bedroom," she said.
"How do you know that!?!" Edge said, running in his through his hair in frustration, "I swear on my life, I don't know who she is Dawn, I would never cheat on you. She has to be lying."
"How can she be lying if she knows what room you were in!!!" Dawn said, slapping Edge, "And she knew how much you drank!!!"
"Oh, and I know about the birthmark on his inner thigh."
Dawn's nostrils flared and her eyes turned fiery. Edge looked absolutely stricken, glancing from the girl to Dawn and the girl again. Dawn screamed and lunged herself at Edge, screaming obscenities at him as she tried to hit him repeatedly. Edge tried to defend himself, but he had a hard time stopping Dawn's fists from connecting with his body. He grabbed her wrists to stop her assault, but then she used her heeled feet to kick him in the shins. He yelped in pain and tried to move out of her direct line of fire.
"How could you!?!" she screamed, starting to draw a crowd around them.
"Dawn, I swear, I didn't sleep with her!" Edge said, trying to pry the brunette off of him.
"You liar, you fucking liar," Dawn yelled, angry tears coming to her eyes, "You bastard, I hate you!"
"Chris, where's Chris? He knew I was in the room all night and not with any lady last night, he was with me," Edge pleaded, looking around desperately for Chris, whom he spotted at the end of the hall, "Chris!!!"
Chris looked up innocently from the schedule and looked over in their general direction, "Yeah?"
"Tell Dawn where I was last night."
Chris walked over slowly, "He was with me last night, I took him to my room to let him crash there."
"See?" Edge said, "I couldn't have been with this woman because I was with Chris."
"Yeah, but after you laid down on the bed, I left," Chris pointed out.
"You what?!?" Edge said, "No, no, you were there, you had to be there."
"I went over to Christian's room for a couple of hours," Chris told them.
"It's true," Christian said, emerging from the crowd, "Chris was in my room while we hung out with Torrie and Trish, they can vouch for the time."
"So you had a fucking couple of hours to sleep with this whore!" Dawn shouted.
"Hey, ease up on the language please," Vy told her.
"Shut up! Edge, I hate you, you fucking betrayed me, and you told me that all you did was sleep. How could you humiliate me like this? You don't deserve me, I hope you rot in hell forever!" she screamed, walking away.
"Well, sweetie, I guess this means you don't want my number," Vy said to Edge.
"Just go away," Edge snapped, "I don't even fucking remember who you are."
"Too bad," she said, then walked away, "Look me up sometime if you remember my name."
Edge slumped down on the floor, running his hands through his hair repeatedly, trying to make sense of what had happened. Chris looked down at him, a fake look of pity on his face. He looked up and across the crowd from him, he saw Stephanie. He tried to appear nonchalant as he looked into her eyes, but he could see, even from the distance, the little sliver of victory in her eyes. He smirked ever so slightly at her before she blinked slowly, licked her lips and turned to walk away.
And so it began, but it was far from over.