ACT 11- Another Alley

The fence had a few boards loose, the alleys angled oddly between buildings. There's a soft whistle from behind one of the fences, it was from a Raw superstar. There was a pause, then another soft whistle to answer the first from around the corner. One of the boards hanging on a nail flips up and Chris Jericho wriggles through the hole in the fence. He whistles again and Eugene comes out timidly.

"They got you yet?"

"No. You?"

"Hell no!"

Eugene looked around, "You seen Triple H?"

"Nobody has."

"Gosh golly and gee wiz…."

"Have you gone back to the hotel yet?"

"Nope."

"Me neither."

"So you're just hiding out around too?"

"Huh."

"Chris, did you get a look at them?"

"Look at who?"

"You know, at the Royal Rumble." Eugene paused. "Triple H and JBL."

"I wish I hadn't, that day…"

"What if we run away?"

"What's the matter, are you scared?"

"…yea."

"Then cut it out now then, you're only making me nervous and that scares me!" Jericho's loud angry rant was cut off by a familiar whistle. Jericho grabbed Eugene by the shoulders to stare dead strait at him, "The last thing the boss ever needs to know is that you're intimidated."

"Hey, you two!" The voice is from none other than Shane McMahon.

"Just play along alright?"

Eugene tried hard not to act scared, "Ok, got it."

Jericho held his shoulder, "You're not scared big guy."

Shane whistles again and the duo act casual in approaching him, "Yea, you."

Jericho stops and acts surprised, "Why, it's Shane McMahon, Eugene."

Eugene is shivering, "Good evening Mr. McMahon."

"It's late morning, now I know something's up." Shane frowned. "I outta bash your heads in, first off, you guys stop at my command, I am the boss's son after all." He folded his arms.

"But we stopped the moment we heard." Jericho insisted.

"Yea, he's got twenty, twenty vision." Eugene adds.

"Hearing." Jericho mutters behind his hand.

"You boys wanna get sent down to the HQ?" Shane growls.

"No sir." Eugene shakes his head.

"Then I'll make you a little deal. I know you were fighting under the highway."

"I was at the hotel park Mr. McMahon."

"Yea, Eugene likes the playground Shane, it keeps the deprived kid off the street."

"Yea, what, he said…" Eugene twirled a strand of hair in his fingers.

Jericho began to act dramatic again, "A place for pleasant timers, and even for us, the less fortunate, the foreign, the ignorant, we can…"

"Ok wise ass, let's go." Shane cuts him off, his bull meter long since topped.

"To where?" Eugene asks.

"You heard him, we're gonna hit the road." Jericho smirks at Shane. "After you." He shoved him back, causing him to fall onto his but. "Run!" Jericho runs one way and the confused Eugene eventually scrambles off in the other. Shane gets up, hesitates and then runs after one of them, blowing his whistle like a mad cop. The moment he's gone, Jericho and Eugene appear from through the fence followed by some other Raw superstars. Jericho laughs, "Look at that ass clown run!"

"I hope he broke his bum when he fell." Eugene laughed.

"Well he does have a crack in it." Jericho snickered then turned to Batista. "Alright big man, let's get the led out."

"Hey, hey, easy." Dave held up his hands. "He'll come back for sure and drag our asses back to the corporate headquarters."

"Meh, I've been there."

"We've all been there." Orton growls at Jericho.

"What happened?" Eugene asked.

"Meh, nothing…" Jericho replied coolly.

"How come?"

"Cause the board of directors are gullible enough to believe anything." Jericho motioned to Orton. "Even bad actors like him."

"Hey." He growls but turns back to the situation at hand. "To them we aren't human, we're ruffian hoodlums."

"Juvenile delinquents." Batista added.

Orton continued, "So that's what we give em."

"Hey, you!" Eugene imitates Shane.

"Me Mr. McMahon?" Jericho gasps.

"Yea you, gimme one good reason for not dragging your ass down to the HQ, punk?"

"Because I love him!"

"Hu?" The female voice causes everyone to turn to see Trish Stratus.

"Hey boys."

"Ah, careful, her short skirt is worn buddies!" Eugene shields his eyes.

"Look, my legs are all cut and my knees are scraped." She beams. "Listen, I was…"

Batista turned to address the superstars, "Come on, we've gotta make sure everybody knows we're on top."

"Gees Dave." Orton sighs. "Haven't we had enough?"

Trish goes after them, "What a bunch of jerks, they don't know nothing, yet they talk like they do. Batista, the question isn't whether we've had enough…"

"What do you know?" Dave spins around.

She cringes back, "My legs, my skirt… I, gotta… go." She starts off but he stops her.

"Come on Trash, tell me."

"Ah, what does the walking STD know?" Jericho pulls the first off comment from the top of his head.

"Plenty." She puts her hands on her hips. "I figured somebody should go in and infiltrate, you know, spy around. I'm very catlike you know, I can slip through the shadows and sneak around to get all the dirt."

"You know, I could make some really rancid comment right now…" Jericho lifted a finger.

"Shut your but hole!"

"Go on." Dave was trying not to get impatient. "What did you hear?"

"I heard Kurt Angle telling the boys on SmackDown something about Ric Flair and JBL's ex, Joy. Then Kurt said, if it's the last thing I do I'm gonna get Flair."

"What did I tell you? They just won't stop."

"Take it easy Dave." Orton stepped up.

"It's bad enough now…"

"Yea." Eugene joined in.

"You're forgetting." Dave continued. "Flair came through for us on Raw, we gotta find him and protect him from Kurt and the SmackDown gang."

"Right." Jericho posed with balled up fists.

"Ok then. Randy, go scout at the arena." Batista ordered and Randy ran off. "Jericho, go over to Bishoff's."

"I'll take the back alley." Jericho nods.

"Batista?" Eugene spoke up.

"Go cover the park back at the hotel."

"Oh boy!" He ran off.

"What about me?" Trish poked her head out.

"You? Get a hold of all the divas and send them out to search for Flair, we have to find out where he is."

"Right." She started to run off.

"Hey!" She stops and turns at Dave's call. "You've done good work, keep it up."

If this were a cartoon, love hearts would pop out as Trish smiled, "Thanks." She ran off, Dave ran off in the other direction, he had to go round up the others, wherever they are. THE LIGHT BLACKS OUT!