Disclaimer: I own nothing but Kay. I do not work for the WWE, even though I wished I did. I had Triple H down twice so in the place of one Triple H, I am putting Shelton Benjamin.
Triple H was the first to awaken and was the first to go look for breakfast. Too bad he wasn't the first to go look for trouble, because that was what he found instead. Triple H had been walking to the food court when he saw a woman outside. He thought that she was a survivor and was in need of assistance. Ready to be a 'knight in shining armor', he let her in. The woman tilted her head to the side as she regarded him, then in a flash, jerked her arms up, hissed and began to chase him. The moment she was through the door, it slammed shut and thankfully locked. Triple H wasn't concerned about that. He was concerned about the Undead woman that was hot on his heels. Racing down the hall, he tried to think if the woman would grow bored with chasing him and leave him alone. A growl behind him proved that she wouldn't. Just as she gained on him and was close enough to touch him, Fate took pity on Triple H, much like a horse taking it easy on a bum leg. Batista tackled the Undead woman and with a quick movement, snapped her neck. Triple H slowed to a jog and then stopped. He gave a half hearted shrug and said, "I could have done that."
"Sure, you could have." Batista walked over and asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah. It's just that with this arm and everything…" Triple H found himself slammed onto the ground by a Demon Bomb.
"Think about that the next time you think with what's not between your legs. You could have gotten all of us killed, dumb ass." Batista said simply and walked away. As he walked away, Batista grumbled under his breath, "Cerebral Assassin, my ass. More like Cerebral Jackass."
"I HEARD THAT!" Triple H yelled at him.
"Should I give a rat's shit?" Batista yelled in return.
Listening in, Kay and Lita looked at each other. Both started speaking to each other in Spanish:
Kay: ¿ "Es apenas mí, o la testosterona está por aquí en el nivel de Molestar?" (Is it just me, or is the testosterone around here at the level of Annoying?)
Lita: "No, es apenas el hecho que usted habla acerca de un dumbass." (No, it's just the fact that you're talking about a dumbass.)
Kay: "Veo." (I see.)
Lita: "Si usted piensa que esto es malo, usted debe tratar trabajar CON él." (If you think this is bad, you should try working WITH him.)
Kay: "No gracias." (No thank you.)
Lita: "El niño listo." (Smart kid.)
After breakfast, Trish stood and said, "Okay, the whole 'Buffy" thing was cute for a little while, but give me one good reason why I should listen to a little girl."
"Because, first, unlike you, I don't spend my time dying every strand of hair on my body so that people will think I'm a real blonde. Second, I know this town better than you. Third, I know what's going on. And last, I'm the one with the gun." Kay said from her seat.
"Yeah, like that'll last long." Trish hissed in reply. "You couldn't beat me in a fair fight if you tried." Everyone looked at each other, asking that one question, 'Trish knows how to fight fair?'
"Okay, Blondie. You want a fair fight." Kay dropped her arsenal of weapons on the table. "Right now, right here."
"Okay, little girl. I might not be your mother, but I'm going to kick your ass like I am."
"If I had the sad fact of having you for my mother, I would have run away from home the day I was conceived." Bischoff sat back and waited. Kay didn't run as Trish thought she would. The young girl jumped on the table and used it as a springboard and launched herself over to Trish. She then nailed the startled Diva with a roundhouse kick that knocked her out cold. Landing on her feet, Kay looked down at Trish and said, "Once again, you're flat on your back. Is it just me or do you spend more time in that position and being on your knees?" Tajiri laughed from behind the video camera that he had taken from the electronics store. He and Eugene made their home there and were still debating on what was cooler, the video game store or the ice cream parlor. William Regal asked Kay, "So now what? We can't bloody stay here the rest of our lives."
"And you want to go out there and become English Meat Loaf because…"
"WE HAVE LIVES OUTSIDE THIS BLOODY PLACE! I CAN'T SPEAK FOR EVERYONE, BUT I WANT TO GET BACK TO MINE!" Regal glared around at everyone.
"Look, pal. People can get in all they want. You found that out the hard way. But leaving here is another thing. They aren't going to let you." Kay sighed and added, "I just hope that they don't decide to nuke the whole town."
At a checkpost, a few guys from SmackDown! were watching soldiers as they went here and there doing their duties. John Cena laughed and said, "This is gonna be cake! We sneak in, grab our pals, sneak out and before you know it: Hollywood is begging to make a movie."
"In ENGLISH!" Big Show hissed at him.
"I said that it's easy. We're gonna get past those guys, and perform the perfect rescue." Cena shook his head sadly.
"And if we get caught?" RVD asked, worried about being arrested.
"We blame Carlito here. What's the worse they gonna to him?"
"THAT'S NOT COOL!" Carlito howled. Cena slammed his hand against the other man's mouth. After a glare, Cena motioned for the others to follow.
"And just where the hell do you think you're going?" A voice demanded. Everyone froze as Teddy Long stalked up.
"Dad's here." Carlito whispered. Long glared at Carlito, who decided to stay silent. Cena explained his plan. Long looked thoughtful and nodded, following them in order to protect his guys.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Torrie Wilson, Miss Jackie and Michelle McCool hurried over. Cena sighed and looked at the Divas. Eddie, Rey and Taz were with them. Cena motioned for them to hurry as they snuck through the fence. A few blocks later, they saw something that had them worried. A group of men were eating something from the ground. A block away was the mall. Eddie and Rey looked at each other and crept along behind Cena. The two men were whispering to each other when Eddie caught up with Cena and hissed, "I think we should move faster."
"Why?"
"I don't know what you call those guys, but I know what I do."
"What?"
"Andar Muerto."
"And that is?"
"Walking Dead."
"Um, everybody. Run to the mall, NOW!" Cena led the foot race to the mall. Once there, they began banging on doors. This drew the attention of the men. Standing, the men ran toward them. By that time, Shawn had the door open and let Cena and the others in. After he locked the door, Shawn turned to look at them. Cena, gasping for air, looked up and asked, "Would you believe we're here to rescue you?"
