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The Day Is: Wednesday
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It was Wednesday afternoon and Broken Rebellion turncoat, Trish Stratus was enjoying the sun beaming down on her body as she laid on the grass of her front yard. A small portable stereo sat beside her head, playing the radio as she tanned in her pink and white flowered bikini. Just yesterday, she had quickly ditched the band after practice was over to go make out with her man of the moment, Dave Batista in the local forest. Of course, she was still supposedly dating Shannon Moore. Trish smiled to herself, congratulating herself for toying with Shannon's young and fragile mind. As Trish was enjoying her moment of glory, she opened her eyes to see Dave casually walking down the street, as if he wasn't headed to Trish's house. Trish got up and gave him a look, inviting him over. After looking over his shoulder, Dave made his way over to Trish. "So, did you dump that little twerp yet?" Dave asked, wrapping his muscular arms around Trish's oily body. She shook her head, a devious grin on her face.
"Not yet, but he still has no clue. I'm planning to break it to him at the audition. I'm still a part of Broken Rebellion. I'll just screw up their instruments or something." She replied, getting a bit cocky. Trish began to lead Dave in to the house while picking up her stereo and towel in her other hand.
"I love the way you think, woman. It's so sexy." He told her, kissing her neck as he shut the door behind them.
"It's a damn good thing we're home alone." Trish spoke, as she wrapped her arms around Dave's muscular body and began to bite at his lip softly. He stopped, looking at her with his eyebrow raised.
"Oh, is it?" Dave asked, a devilish smirk on his face as Trish nodded. She then took him by the hand and led him up the stairs and in to her bedroom.
Meanwhile, Randy Orton and Ric Flair were walking down the street, dribbling a basketball. The two had just come from the park, where they played a couple games of one on one. Randy was dribbling the basketball, beads of sweat running down his forehead as the sun shone on the two of them. "Good games, man. I would've whooped your ass in that last one if I didn't get that cramp!" Ric said, laughing. Randy cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Bullshit!" He hollered, throwing the basketball in to Ric's chest. Flair got it just in time. The two were still strolling down the street, talking and laughing when they entered the street of Trish Stratus' house. "Hey, Ric..." Randy trailed off, looking around the neighborhood.
"Yeah?" Ric asked, placing the basketball underneath his arm. "Isn't this where Shannon Moore's girlfriend lives? That Trish Stratus chick?"
Randy questioned. Ric took a look around the neighborhood and nodded. "I think so. Why?"
"Let's go trash her house, man!" Randy suggested, jogging down the street towards Trish' house. Ric followed, liking his friend's idea. The window to Trish's room was open, facing the street. Randy skidded to a stop as he reached the house. He could hear voices; moaning voices. Once Ric reached Randy, he spun around and tapped Flair on the shoulder. "Man, I think Moore's getting laid!"
"What?! You're shitting me!" Ric exclaimed. Randy shook his head.
"Don't you hear it? Those moaning voices!" The two teenaged boys went silent, listening in. One voice was Trish's, but the other voice didn't sound like Shannon's. Then, they were hit with the truth once they heard Trish scream in ecstasy.
"OH, DAVE! HARDER! HARDER!" Randy Orton and Ric Flair could not believe their ears. The basketball that was tucked under Ric's arms dropped and began to roll down the street as Ric and Randy looked at each other, in complete shock.
"No...fucking...way!" Randy whispered, trying to make sure that Dave and Trish couldn't hear him. He looked over at Ric, who had his hands clapped to his forehead. His eyes were wide and his jaw had dropped.
"This can't be..." He trailed off, turning his head to look up at the window. "Can it?" Ric asked, his voice going squeaky in disbelief. Randy shook his head, trying to deny it to himself.
"No. It has to be some other Dave. I mean, there are other Daves in this town. Right?" Randy questioned, trying to do anything to not believe that this was happening. One of his best friends was fucking around with one of their worst enemies. It just wasn't right.
"What other Dave does she know?" Ric asked, taking a seat on the sidewalk.
"It can't be Batista! No way can it be him." He told Ric, trying to convince him that what was happening wasn't real.
"Randy, be sensible. Think about it. Dave skipped out on practice early. He never does that. He said he had to baby-sit, but his sister always baby-sits. He never has to. And I bet Trish has been skipping out on Broken Rebellion practices too. I think they're seeing each other." Ric explained, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Randy shook his head, his light blue eyes staring down at the cement sidewalk.
"This can't be real. Pinch me. I need to wake up from this fucking nightmare!" Randy said, the anger coming out. "How could he do this? He knows that Evolution should never mix with Broken Rebellion. He's fucking her! Can't he find someone else? I mean, there's a bunch of hot chicks around, but he's got to go and screw around with a Broken Rebellion member. That's totally forbidden." Randy added, ready to burst. He could feel his heart racing and his head was about to pop off.
"What can we do about it?" Ric asked. "I mean, we can't just barge in there and confront him. He doesn't even know we know."
"Well, we're going to have to do SOMETHING! Wait until Hunter finds out. He'll be livid!" Randy said, kicking a rock off the ground and sending it flying down the sidewalk.
"I know, but what can we do? Something sensible." He told him.
"Sensible? I don't care about sensible. There has to be some code about this! Something that says screwing around with a Broken Rebellion girl is forbidden. Come on, Ric. Didn't we all make a pact when we started Evolution?" Randy whined, trying to think back to the past.
---Flashback: One and a Half Years Ago---
Hunter Helmsley's garage had just been cleaned out and the instruments were set up. Hunter, along with Ric, Dave and Randy were seated at a table, sitting in a circle. Hunter placed his hand in the middle and said, "Let's make a pact. A pact to never hook up with a Broken Rebellion girl as long as we are Evolution. Deal?"
"Deal." Everybody replied in unison, putting their hands on top of each others in the circle. Hunter once again repeated the pact and it had never been broken. Until now.
---End Flashback---
"We need a plan." Randy reported, causing Ric to look up at him with a confused look on his face. "We're going spying."
The Day Is: Wednesday
FORBIDDEN
It was Wednesday afternoon and Broken Rebellion turncoat, Trish Stratus was enjoying the sun beaming down on her body as she laid on the grass of her front yard. A small portable stereo sat beside her head, playing the radio as she tanned in her pink and white flowered bikini. Just yesterday, she had quickly ditched the band after practice was over to go make out with her man of the moment, Dave Batista in the local forest. Of course, she was still supposedly dating Shannon Moore. Trish smiled to herself, congratulating herself for toying with Shannon's young and fragile mind. As Trish was enjoying her moment of glory, she opened her eyes to see Dave casually walking down the street, as if he wasn't headed to Trish's house. Trish got up and gave him a look, inviting him over. After looking over his shoulder, Dave made his way over to Trish. "So, did you dump that little twerp yet?" Dave asked, wrapping his muscular arms around Trish's oily body. She shook her head, a devious grin on her face.
"Not yet, but he still has no clue. I'm planning to break it to him at the audition. I'm still a part of Broken Rebellion. I'll just screw up their instruments or something." She replied, getting a bit cocky. Trish began to lead Dave in to the house while picking up her stereo and towel in her other hand.
"I love the way you think, woman. It's so sexy." He told her, kissing her neck as he shut the door behind them.
"It's a damn good thing we're home alone." Trish spoke, as she wrapped her arms around Dave's muscular body and began to bite at his lip softly. He stopped, looking at her with his eyebrow raised.
"Oh, is it?" Dave asked, a devilish smirk on his face as Trish nodded. She then took him by the hand and led him up the stairs and in to her bedroom.
Meanwhile, Randy Orton and Ric Flair were walking down the street, dribbling a basketball. The two had just come from the park, where they played a couple games of one on one. Randy was dribbling the basketball, beads of sweat running down his forehead as the sun shone on the two of them. "Good games, man. I would've whooped your ass in that last one if I didn't get that cramp!" Ric said, laughing. Randy cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Bullshit!" He hollered, throwing the basketball in to Ric's chest. Flair got it just in time. The two were still strolling down the street, talking and laughing when they entered the street of Trish Stratus' house. "Hey, Ric..." Randy trailed off, looking around the neighborhood.
"Yeah?" Ric asked, placing the basketball underneath his arm. "Isn't this where Shannon Moore's girlfriend lives? That Trish Stratus chick?"
Randy questioned. Ric took a look around the neighborhood and nodded. "I think so. Why?"
"Let's go trash her house, man!" Randy suggested, jogging down the street towards Trish' house. Ric followed, liking his friend's idea. The window to Trish's room was open, facing the street. Randy skidded to a stop as he reached the house. He could hear voices; moaning voices. Once Ric reached Randy, he spun around and tapped Flair on the shoulder. "Man, I think Moore's getting laid!"
"What?! You're shitting me!" Ric exclaimed. Randy shook his head.
"Don't you hear it? Those moaning voices!" The two teenaged boys went silent, listening in. One voice was Trish's, but the other voice didn't sound like Shannon's. Then, they were hit with the truth once they heard Trish scream in ecstasy.
"OH, DAVE! HARDER! HARDER!" Randy Orton and Ric Flair could not believe their ears. The basketball that was tucked under Ric's arms dropped and began to roll down the street as Ric and Randy looked at each other, in complete shock.
"No...fucking...way!" Randy whispered, trying to make sure that Dave and Trish couldn't hear him. He looked over at Ric, who had his hands clapped to his forehead. His eyes were wide and his jaw had dropped.
"This can't be..." He trailed off, turning his head to look up at the window. "Can it?" Ric asked, his voice going squeaky in disbelief. Randy shook his head, trying to deny it to himself.
"No. It has to be some other Dave. I mean, there are other Daves in this town. Right?" Randy questioned, trying to do anything to not believe that this was happening. One of his best friends was fucking around with one of their worst enemies. It just wasn't right.
"What other Dave does she know?" Ric asked, taking a seat on the sidewalk.
"It can't be Batista! No way can it be him." He told Ric, trying to convince him that what was happening wasn't real.
"Randy, be sensible. Think about it. Dave skipped out on practice early. He never does that. He said he had to baby-sit, but his sister always baby-sits. He never has to. And I bet Trish has been skipping out on Broken Rebellion practices too. I think they're seeing each other." Ric explained, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Randy shook his head, his light blue eyes staring down at the cement sidewalk.
"This can't be real. Pinch me. I need to wake up from this fucking nightmare!" Randy said, the anger coming out. "How could he do this? He knows that Evolution should never mix with Broken Rebellion. He's fucking her! Can't he find someone else? I mean, there's a bunch of hot chicks around, but he's got to go and screw around with a Broken Rebellion member. That's totally forbidden." Randy added, ready to burst. He could feel his heart racing and his head was about to pop off.
"What can we do about it?" Ric asked. "I mean, we can't just barge in there and confront him. He doesn't even know we know."
"Well, we're going to have to do SOMETHING! Wait until Hunter finds out. He'll be livid!" Randy said, kicking a rock off the ground and sending it flying down the sidewalk.
"I know, but what can we do? Something sensible." He told him.
"Sensible? I don't care about sensible. There has to be some code about this! Something that says screwing around with a Broken Rebellion girl is forbidden. Come on, Ric. Didn't we all make a pact when we started Evolution?" Randy whined, trying to think back to the past.
---Flashback: One and a Half Years Ago---
Hunter Helmsley's garage had just been cleaned out and the instruments were set up. Hunter, along with Ric, Dave and Randy were seated at a table, sitting in a circle. Hunter placed his hand in the middle and said, "Let's make a pact. A pact to never hook up with a Broken Rebellion girl as long as we are Evolution. Deal?"
"Deal." Everybody replied in unison, putting their hands on top of each others in the circle. Hunter once again repeated the pact and it had never been broken. Until now.
---End Flashback---
"We need a plan." Randy reported, causing Ric to look up at him with a confused look on his face. "We're going spying."