Vince McMahon and his wife Linda stood talking in their house. Shane wasn't home, he just had to get away from it all, all the fighting that is. Stephanie was in the other room, but she could still hear her arguing parents yell. She sighed, ever since the company went under, her family life had been tearing apart. Shane had the right idea to get out of the house, but she was going to take it one step further: she was going to go away. At the hotel, Randy Orton and Matt Hardy were walking up the stairs to go get something to eat. The elevator dinged and opened, out came RVD and Victoria. Victoria looked at her watch and sighed, wondering where the others were, then followed Rob to the front desk. Outside, Lita and Jeff Hardy were walking around, the rain had stopped by now and they decided to stroll down the street to pass the time. In the alley, Chris Jericho sighed, he was so hungry. "Hey kid."
"Ah!" He jumped back at the voice.
"Chill." John Cena came into view.
Jericho caught his breath, "Don't creep up on me like that."
"What are you doing here man?"
"I don't know, just waiting out the storm." His stomach growled.
"Well it's stopped raining now, so you can go alright?" John turned to go. As he walked down the street, however, he couldn't help but feel followed. He turned around. "Hey!"
"What?" Jericho gulped.
"Don't follow me."
"I'm not following you."
"Ugh, well I'll tell you what you are doing, pissing me off."
Jericho sighed, "Sorry, I'll go."
"Yea, you'd better." John began to walk again, he looked over his shoulder and Chris was gone. He nodded to himself and continued on.
"So what's your story?"
"Hu?" Orton looked up from his coffee.
"What are you going to do now?" Matt Hardy rephrased his question.
Orton sighed, "You know, I really don't know. There's someone I'm going to see."
"Who?"
"Stephanie."
"McMahon?"
Orton nodded, "She and I are, well… ahem." He tried hard no to blush.
Matt laughed, "Oh my god, you and the boss, er, former boss's, dauther, ha!"
"Hey, shut up man."
"I don't blame you. I miss Lita. Ever since she and Jeff got friendly after Vince fired her, he refused to let her see anyone from the WWE ever again. He's such a jerk."
"Heh, brothers."
Matt eyed him, "How would you know?"
"Oh, I don't, I'm just making conversation."
"Hey dogs." The two looked up to see John Cena. "Can I have a word with you?" He pulled Orton up.
"Ah, yea, hang on Matt." He walked off.
"Right." Matt looked around and grabbed Orton's food, eating it.
Orton turned to Cena, "Look, what is it this time?"
"Hey don't take that tone with me bro."
"Look, just tell me what you want."
"What are you guys doing her?"
"I could say the same to you. I thought you left."
"I thought you left!" Cena growled. Earlier that day, he and Orton had gotten into a fight and they hoped not to see each other again in hopes to not settle their differences.
"Look, it was just an argument, I don't even remember what it was about."
"What!"
"Well, do you!?"
Cena paused and sighed, "No."
"So can't we just put it behind us?"
"Fine." Cena shoved past him and sat down.
Orton sighed and sat down beside him and Matt, he looked around, "Uh, Matt?"
"What?" He asked, food in his mouth.
"Where's my burrito?"
He tried to swallow, "What burrito?"
"Ugh…"
"So what are you going to do Matt?" Cena asked.
"I'm not sure. Orton here is looking for his girlfriend."
"Oh, Stephanie?"
Orton was shocked, "How do you know about that?"
"I dunno, just obvious word of mouth I guess."
Orton groaned, "Well anyway. Have you seen anyone else around here?"
"No, I haven't. But if none of us know what we're going to do…"
"Why don't we just hang together?" Matt jumped in, finally swallowing his food.
"If you don't mind following me to the McMahon estate."
"I wouldn't."
Cena laughed, "Me neither. I got nothing better to do."
"Fine then, let's go, the sooner the better." Orton got up and the others followed him, they went down the stairs and outside, walking down the street. "I know the way from here, it shouldn't take too long."
"Hey look!" Matt pointed, he saw Jericho digging through a trash can.
"What do you think you're doing you filthy raccoon?" Cena slapped him upside the head.
"Hey, quit it!" Jericho rubbed the spot.
"No seriously, that's sick man." Orton turned up his nose.
"I'm hungry, and I left my wallet in the hotel. Bums do it all the time and they're alive."
"What have you got no brain at all?" Cena knocked on his head. "Just go back to the hotel and get it."
"My ID card key is in my wallet, idiot." Jericho slapped him upside the head this time.
"Oh it's on now!" Cena pulled out his brass knuckles. Jericho cried out and was about to run when Orton intervened.
"Forget it. Come on tweedle's, we're going to Stephanie's and you can come with."
"Stephanie?" Jericho thought about it. "Alright, I got nothing better to do, might as well stop in on the dirty filthy brutal disgusting bottom feeding trash bag ho."
Orton slapped him upside the head, "Hey that's my girlfriend jackass!"
Jericho rubbed the spot again, "Whoa, really?"
"Man." Matt laughed. "You're way outta the loop."
Cena sighed as he followed them, "Oh what have I gotten myself into?"
Inside the hotel, Rob turned around from the desk, "So Vic, where to now?"
"I'm going to see Stephanie."
"Great, I'll go with you."
Victoria sighed, "Rob, why must you persist our relationship? It's over."
"But it doesn't have to end now, we can re-write a new chapter, baby!"
"You can come if you want, but you'll have to break the leash sometime." She left.
Rob followed her out the door, "Don't worry master, this puppy is loyal." That caused her to scoff in response as she walked away.
These two groups weren't the only ones going to see Stephanie, Triple H was driving down the freeway in his car to the McMahon estate as well. The storm wasn't over yet, it appeared to be just a break, and the real storm, was about to begin.