Summary: The plan was to completely eliminate the attention directed towards him by taking one of Bubba Ray Dudley's closest supporters. There had been no other initiative. So...why did the number 1 rule of his few decide to do a complete 180 and cause him to fall?
A/N:This is a little something that I had thought up not to long ago (Oh lets say around..about late October maybe after this good but short lasting feud...Damn them writers. Damn them..But anywho..). It's just taken me quite a long time to post it, but nonetheless here it is like I promised.
A/N2: There's just not enough fics for this couple.
It was a little after midnight as two of the last few superstars in the building were still in their assigned locker room for the night, in the huge arena which had held Raw for the said night just talking out some current issues they were having with others and what they'd do about it.
"Damn it, Flair! I am sick and tired of this crap Bubba has been pulling for..oh I don't know the past few weeks or so. What the hell is the guy's problem anyway? I think I worked damn hard for this title of mine." Triple H stated placing his belt upon his shoulder patting it. "Don't you?"
'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair nodded his head in agreement only halfway paying attention to what 'The Game' had to say before letting out a little sigh. "Um..yeah..sure.."
"So again I ask..what's Bubba Ray's problem?"
"I have no idea," Ric answered easily.
"Well, I'll ask you this then..what should I do to get the guy off my back?"
Flair shrugged.
"Damn, Flair! Are you sure you're even with me right now? You've seemed out of it the whole entire night. Is there something I should know about? Is there something you're hiding?"
"Nah man..I'm just a little beat is all. Aren't you?"
Hunter shrugs. "Yeah..sure. I guess. You want to head out?"
"Yeah. I'm a little hungry."
"Alright. We'll drop by whatever place we come across and pick something up. How's that sound?"
Flair shrugs. "Fine with me. Just as long as I get something to eat and get some rest before tomorrow night's house show."
Hunter nods. "Yeah. I know what ya mean man."
Flair and Triple H stand grabbing their belongings for the night heading out into the hallway.
Ready to leave the building quickly.
"So.." The Game starts, earning himself a weird stare.
"What? What's it now," Flair asks dropping his bags for a moment to grab a water bottle off a nearby catering table before the catering guys decide to put up all the waters and picks up his bags pushing open the double doors heading out into the quiet and cool night.
"So what do you think should be done Flair? How should we go about this Bubba problem?"
Flair opens his mouth to speak but just before one word can escape his open mouth a blur of blonde hair breezes by knocking him flat on his butt.
"Sorry..Sorry," A soft, quiet voice sounds out before the person continues on their way again."
"Hunter who was..." Flair lets his question trail off into thin air seeing the smirk smuggled placed up on 'The Game's' face.
"I think I just might have the perfect idea," He states. "The perfect idea.."