Disclaimer: Still remains the same. I do not own any of the actual WWE
superstars in this story, but I'm still planning on it. I do own Hayley
Peterson - Gowen and I do own Ariel the best friend. Other then that, it's
all up for grabs folks.
Summary: Sequel to Lipstick and Bruises. Miss the mass pandemonium and weirdness from the first story? Then take a ride with me on the second volume. Hayley and Zach are still happily married, with no issues, but what happens when the past comes back to haunt them? Ariel and Randy Orton have been going strong for just as long, and she is sure that there's going to be a proposal in the future, but will she get the wedding of her dreams? Or her worst nightmare brought to life?
A/N: Been a couple of days, went and saw Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and I have to admit, watching that movie, which was very well done, made me get my love of writing back, LOL. God figure a movie about a psycho would make me wanna write better stuff then I have been. So none the less, look for new stories for me coming soon. Most likely look for them under my Stratusfaction name because this one is getting too full of my own shit, LOL. None the less here is the long awaited next chapter in the story. Enjoy!!
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"Zach how many drinks have you had now buddy? I lost count after 6." Matt laughed, smacking Zach on the back and sitting back down after getting everyone another round.
It had been forever since Zach had been out with anyone other then Randy, especially on his own roster, and sitting here now with the guys all around his own age, minus Chris, it felt good. Matt and Shannon kept cracking jokes about their relationships, and how hard it was to get out and really enjoy yourself when you now had a family to consider. Zach knew that all too well, he was living proof of it now.
"I'm-not shure ow many I ad matt."
"Jesus Matt, stop giving him more. He does have a plane to catch to get home to his family. Do you really think that Hayley wants to see him like this now?" Chris asked, throwing Matt a look of pure disgust.
"Hey! I didn't tell him to drink all of those beers and then move on to the shots Chris. He did that all on his own, and from the looks of it, he doesn't get out all that much. He needed this as much as we all did. The poor guy is married and he's only 22. I mean can't you see the issue here? Let him have his fun."
Chris rolled his eyes and stood from the table. He had about enough of watching Zach get completely wasted off his ass, and he knew that if he showed up at home like that his wife would worry and then kill him. Chris didn't want the same thing happening to Zach. Matt had a point about him being really young, but you did what you had too when you were in love. All he was worried about now was getting him sobered up enough for the flight the next morning.
"Come on Zachy boy, we're gonna get the hell out of here now. Say goodnight to Matt and Shannon."
"Goo-night"
Helping Zach out of his seat, Chris supported him as they walked to the door. Looking back at Matt, Zach laughed, and started to stumble out of the bar. The night had turned out to be really great. He had gotten a chance to catch up with all the people he really enjoyed working with. He almost couldn't wait to do it again.
As Chris helped him to the car, he felt a sudden urge to be at home with his family. Something hit him, that there were problems at home. He needed to get his cell phone out of his bag and call.
"Chris-I need my ell hone"
"You need what?"
"My cell."
"What's the matter Zach? Do you want me to call someone for you?"
"Hayley, call 'er" Zach managed to choke out, suddenly turning his face from a happy drunk, to a worried one.
Chris grabbed his bag from the backseat and took out Zach's cell. After a minute of searching, he found the number in Toronto and placed the call. It seemed like forever while he waited for the rings to go in. After about the tenth ring, Chris gave up, and flipping the phone closed, he threw a look at Zach.
"No answer dude. What's so important you needed to call at this ungodly hour?"
"Just wanted to check in. No answer?"
"No and I let about ten rings go in before I hung it up. You really should get an answering machine." Chris said throwing Zach a look, a little shocked that he didn't have one.
"We do have one; the damn thing cuts in after like two rings usually. I've left tons of messages on it since I went back on the road."
"Then we better get you home and fixed up so you can get back to your wife man. You think you can take care of yourself once we hit the hotel?"
"Yeah. The worry to get home is counteracting the booze. I will be fine Chris. Thanks for getting me out of there before I started going again."
"No problem. When you get home, call me and let me know what happened and why your wife isn't answering your calls. I'm kind of worried myself."
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"Hayley, are you alright?" Ariel asked, kneeling down beside her friend. She had completely tuned out the man that had now moved away from her friends lifeless body. Ariel had thought maybe it had been Randy playing tricks on them, but now, looking up from Hayley, she saw that it wasn't even close to being Randy.
"Who the hell are you?" Ariel asked, glaring at the man.
"I'm sorry, my name is Detective Morrison. I was the detective that worked on the Brock Lesnar case. We met once before."
So that was why she knew who he was, and the reason Hayley had hit the ground. She had never seen her friend act quite like this, not in a long time anyway, so all she was worried about right now was making sure Hayley was alright.
"Hayley, wake up, it's alright, this dude is just a detective."
Hayley stirred, moving her body around on the ground, stretching out and making sure her muscles were all still working.
"Ariel, who the hell is that?"
"It's the detective from Brock's case a few years ago. I don't know why he's here, but I am sure once he knows you can walk he can take us inside and tell us. I really do want to know why cops lurk outside weird houses at all hours. Wouldn't you Hay?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it I would." Hayley said, standing to her feet.
"You sure you can do it on your own Hayley?" Ariel asked, not convinced that her friend was alright yet. She had had quite a scare.
"Yeah, let's just get inside before I get sick and I make Carioca sick as well."
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"So, what brings you by my house at all hours Detective?" Hayley asked, grabbing her tea cup and bringing it to her lips, trying to drive the shiver out of her body.
"I was checking out the area for any strange occurrences that might be taking place. I've been doing it for some time, but I haven't had the pleasure of being caught and then being chased after with a shoe."
Ariel and Hayley blushed and started to relax. He was only doing his job it seemed, although it had been a couple years since Brock had died, and there hadn't been any issues up until tonight.
"Have you seen anyone besides me lurking around your house recently?" Detective Morrison asked lightly, not wanting to alarm them into thinking that there was something dangerous out there.
"No, I'm over here with her all the time, and there has never been anything until tonight when I saw you walking around. Why does any of this matter Detective?" Ariel asked, turning towards her friend as she saw Hayley twitch slightly, like she was remembering something she hadn't in a while.
"Actually, about a year and a half ago, when we first moved into this house, my husband and I, I had my friend and her boyfriend over and there was someone strange lurking around outside then, but it was broad daylight."
"Did you recognize this person Ms Gowen?"
"Now that you mention it, I did, but what I want to know now is, what the hell is going on here, and why do you feel the need to go around my house all the time, and check things out. We haven't had any issues since we moved here, is there reason to think that now there might be?"
"I don't want to alarm either one of you ladies-
"But?" Ariel asked, before Hayley had a chance to say the exact same thing.
"The investigation into Brock's death was never finalized I am afraid, and there are some things you two ladies need to be made aware of."
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Zach pounded his fists on the table. He had been trying to call home for the past two hours, after Chris had dropped him off at his room, and there was still no answer. He had no idea what was going on at his house, so many miles away, and he wouldn't even get the chance to find out until the next afternoon.
"Where the hell are you Hayley, and why aren't you answering the phone?"
Before he could wait for the air around him in the hotel room to give him a response, there was a knock on his door. Getting to his feet, and grabbing his cane, he made the slow walk over towards the door. Opening it slowly, he saw Brian standing there.
"Brian, what the hell are you doing here?" Zach asked, moving out of the way to let his friend into the room. This was a surprise, as he hadn't seen Brian since he left the WWE two years before, wrestling against him for his last match.
"I'm worried. I can't explain why I am worried, because it wont make any bit of sense right now, but I get this feeling something bad is about to go down."
"How did you know I was here? And can you please explain what you're so worried about?" Zach asked, almost afraid to admit that even now, when the beer was wearing off that he was worried too. Something didn't just seem right.
"I was in town doing an independent show with the NWA-TNA. I signed up with them recently and my schedule isn't as heavy. When I heard I was in the same town as you and even staying at the same hotel, I figured I needed to come see you. I think Hayley's in danger."
"What makes you say that?"
"You feel it too don't you? Have you talked to her tonight?" Brian asked, wondering if Zach had encountered the same problem with the phone as he did when he had tried to call earlier in the night.
"I've been trying to call for the past three hours, and I'm getting nothing, so you could say I am a little worried about my wife and my child yes Brian. But why would you get the feeling something was wrong?"
"We went through all of this together remember?"
"All of what? You mean the shit with Brock? He's dead Brian, and he isn't coming back anytime soon. It's been over for a long time. Why would you get all of this now?"
"I told you I couldn't explain it, I just feel it alright. There was a time that Hayley meant a lot to me and that hasn't changed a whole lot over the past few years, so when she's in danger I feel it. I don't expect you to understand it."
"No, I do. But what do you think we should do about it? I can't get a flight out to Toronto until morning now."
"Where's Randy?"
"What the hell does Randy have to do with this situation right now Brian? This has to do with Hayley-and Ariel. Shit, I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner. He's been dating Ariel for a really long time, and if he's not on the road right now he's with her."
"Then I suggest you call Randy, because like I said, something just isn't right here man and I need to be able to sleep tonight, I have an early rise. I don't like being plagued with this shit from my past."
Casting a quick glance at Brian and seeing in his eyes how serious he was about not wanting to be thinking about this, he picked up his cell and searching for Ariel's house number, and then Randy's cell number. He had to get an answer at one of these houses, he just had too.
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A/N2: Okay so did you see what I did there? I made it be a bit player outside, because the big shebang is gonna come soon, I just wanted to hold off on anything huge for at least another chapter. Why won't Hayley's phone work? And why is Brian getting worried about his ex? Find out this and more in the next chapter! As always read and review and let me know what you think.
Summary: Sequel to Lipstick and Bruises. Miss the mass pandemonium and weirdness from the first story? Then take a ride with me on the second volume. Hayley and Zach are still happily married, with no issues, but what happens when the past comes back to haunt them? Ariel and Randy Orton have been going strong for just as long, and she is sure that there's going to be a proposal in the future, but will she get the wedding of her dreams? Or her worst nightmare brought to life?
A/N: Been a couple of days, went and saw Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and I have to admit, watching that movie, which was very well done, made me get my love of writing back, LOL. God figure a movie about a psycho would make me wanna write better stuff then I have been. So none the less, look for new stories for me coming soon. Most likely look for them under my Stratusfaction name because this one is getting too full of my own shit, LOL. None the less here is the long awaited next chapter in the story. Enjoy!!
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"Zach how many drinks have you had now buddy? I lost count after 6." Matt laughed, smacking Zach on the back and sitting back down after getting everyone another round.
It had been forever since Zach had been out with anyone other then Randy, especially on his own roster, and sitting here now with the guys all around his own age, minus Chris, it felt good. Matt and Shannon kept cracking jokes about their relationships, and how hard it was to get out and really enjoy yourself when you now had a family to consider. Zach knew that all too well, he was living proof of it now.
"I'm-not shure ow many I ad matt."
"Jesus Matt, stop giving him more. He does have a plane to catch to get home to his family. Do you really think that Hayley wants to see him like this now?" Chris asked, throwing Matt a look of pure disgust.
"Hey! I didn't tell him to drink all of those beers and then move on to the shots Chris. He did that all on his own, and from the looks of it, he doesn't get out all that much. He needed this as much as we all did. The poor guy is married and he's only 22. I mean can't you see the issue here? Let him have his fun."
Chris rolled his eyes and stood from the table. He had about enough of watching Zach get completely wasted off his ass, and he knew that if he showed up at home like that his wife would worry and then kill him. Chris didn't want the same thing happening to Zach. Matt had a point about him being really young, but you did what you had too when you were in love. All he was worried about now was getting him sobered up enough for the flight the next morning.
"Come on Zachy boy, we're gonna get the hell out of here now. Say goodnight to Matt and Shannon."
"Goo-night"
Helping Zach out of his seat, Chris supported him as they walked to the door. Looking back at Matt, Zach laughed, and started to stumble out of the bar. The night had turned out to be really great. He had gotten a chance to catch up with all the people he really enjoyed working with. He almost couldn't wait to do it again.
As Chris helped him to the car, he felt a sudden urge to be at home with his family. Something hit him, that there were problems at home. He needed to get his cell phone out of his bag and call.
"Chris-I need my ell hone"
"You need what?"
"My cell."
"What's the matter Zach? Do you want me to call someone for you?"
"Hayley, call 'er" Zach managed to choke out, suddenly turning his face from a happy drunk, to a worried one.
Chris grabbed his bag from the backseat and took out Zach's cell. After a minute of searching, he found the number in Toronto and placed the call. It seemed like forever while he waited for the rings to go in. After about the tenth ring, Chris gave up, and flipping the phone closed, he threw a look at Zach.
"No answer dude. What's so important you needed to call at this ungodly hour?"
"Just wanted to check in. No answer?"
"No and I let about ten rings go in before I hung it up. You really should get an answering machine." Chris said throwing Zach a look, a little shocked that he didn't have one.
"We do have one; the damn thing cuts in after like two rings usually. I've left tons of messages on it since I went back on the road."
"Then we better get you home and fixed up so you can get back to your wife man. You think you can take care of yourself once we hit the hotel?"
"Yeah. The worry to get home is counteracting the booze. I will be fine Chris. Thanks for getting me out of there before I started going again."
"No problem. When you get home, call me and let me know what happened and why your wife isn't answering your calls. I'm kind of worried myself."
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"Hayley, are you alright?" Ariel asked, kneeling down beside her friend. She had completely tuned out the man that had now moved away from her friends lifeless body. Ariel had thought maybe it had been Randy playing tricks on them, but now, looking up from Hayley, she saw that it wasn't even close to being Randy.
"Who the hell are you?" Ariel asked, glaring at the man.
"I'm sorry, my name is Detective Morrison. I was the detective that worked on the Brock Lesnar case. We met once before."
So that was why she knew who he was, and the reason Hayley had hit the ground. She had never seen her friend act quite like this, not in a long time anyway, so all she was worried about right now was making sure Hayley was alright.
"Hayley, wake up, it's alright, this dude is just a detective."
Hayley stirred, moving her body around on the ground, stretching out and making sure her muscles were all still working.
"Ariel, who the hell is that?"
"It's the detective from Brock's case a few years ago. I don't know why he's here, but I am sure once he knows you can walk he can take us inside and tell us. I really do want to know why cops lurk outside weird houses at all hours. Wouldn't you Hay?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it I would." Hayley said, standing to her feet.
"You sure you can do it on your own Hayley?" Ariel asked, not convinced that her friend was alright yet. She had had quite a scare.
"Yeah, let's just get inside before I get sick and I make Carioca sick as well."
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"So, what brings you by my house at all hours Detective?" Hayley asked, grabbing her tea cup and bringing it to her lips, trying to drive the shiver out of her body.
"I was checking out the area for any strange occurrences that might be taking place. I've been doing it for some time, but I haven't had the pleasure of being caught and then being chased after with a shoe."
Ariel and Hayley blushed and started to relax. He was only doing his job it seemed, although it had been a couple years since Brock had died, and there hadn't been any issues up until tonight.
"Have you seen anyone besides me lurking around your house recently?" Detective Morrison asked lightly, not wanting to alarm them into thinking that there was something dangerous out there.
"No, I'm over here with her all the time, and there has never been anything until tonight when I saw you walking around. Why does any of this matter Detective?" Ariel asked, turning towards her friend as she saw Hayley twitch slightly, like she was remembering something she hadn't in a while.
"Actually, about a year and a half ago, when we first moved into this house, my husband and I, I had my friend and her boyfriend over and there was someone strange lurking around outside then, but it was broad daylight."
"Did you recognize this person Ms Gowen?"
"Now that you mention it, I did, but what I want to know now is, what the hell is going on here, and why do you feel the need to go around my house all the time, and check things out. We haven't had any issues since we moved here, is there reason to think that now there might be?"
"I don't want to alarm either one of you ladies-
"But?" Ariel asked, before Hayley had a chance to say the exact same thing.
"The investigation into Brock's death was never finalized I am afraid, and there are some things you two ladies need to be made aware of."
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Zach pounded his fists on the table. He had been trying to call home for the past two hours, after Chris had dropped him off at his room, and there was still no answer. He had no idea what was going on at his house, so many miles away, and he wouldn't even get the chance to find out until the next afternoon.
"Where the hell are you Hayley, and why aren't you answering the phone?"
Before he could wait for the air around him in the hotel room to give him a response, there was a knock on his door. Getting to his feet, and grabbing his cane, he made the slow walk over towards the door. Opening it slowly, he saw Brian standing there.
"Brian, what the hell are you doing here?" Zach asked, moving out of the way to let his friend into the room. This was a surprise, as he hadn't seen Brian since he left the WWE two years before, wrestling against him for his last match.
"I'm worried. I can't explain why I am worried, because it wont make any bit of sense right now, but I get this feeling something bad is about to go down."
"How did you know I was here? And can you please explain what you're so worried about?" Zach asked, almost afraid to admit that even now, when the beer was wearing off that he was worried too. Something didn't just seem right.
"I was in town doing an independent show with the NWA-TNA. I signed up with them recently and my schedule isn't as heavy. When I heard I was in the same town as you and even staying at the same hotel, I figured I needed to come see you. I think Hayley's in danger."
"What makes you say that?"
"You feel it too don't you? Have you talked to her tonight?" Brian asked, wondering if Zach had encountered the same problem with the phone as he did when he had tried to call earlier in the night.
"I've been trying to call for the past three hours, and I'm getting nothing, so you could say I am a little worried about my wife and my child yes Brian. But why would you get the feeling something was wrong?"
"We went through all of this together remember?"
"All of what? You mean the shit with Brock? He's dead Brian, and he isn't coming back anytime soon. It's been over for a long time. Why would you get all of this now?"
"I told you I couldn't explain it, I just feel it alright. There was a time that Hayley meant a lot to me and that hasn't changed a whole lot over the past few years, so when she's in danger I feel it. I don't expect you to understand it."
"No, I do. But what do you think we should do about it? I can't get a flight out to Toronto until morning now."
"Where's Randy?"
"What the hell does Randy have to do with this situation right now Brian? This has to do with Hayley-and Ariel. Shit, I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner. He's been dating Ariel for a really long time, and if he's not on the road right now he's with her."
"Then I suggest you call Randy, because like I said, something just isn't right here man and I need to be able to sleep tonight, I have an early rise. I don't like being plagued with this shit from my past."
Casting a quick glance at Brian and seeing in his eyes how serious he was about not wanting to be thinking about this, he picked up his cell and searching for Ariel's house number, and then Randy's cell number. He had to get an answer at one of these houses, he just had too.
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A/N2: Okay so did you see what I did there? I made it be a bit player outside, because the big shebang is gonna come soon, I just wanted to hold off on anything huge for at least another chapter. Why won't Hayley's phone work? And why is Brian getting worried about his ex? Find out this and more in the next chapter! As always read and review and let me know what you think.