A/N2: Oh! And if you haven't noticed from my summary the whole story has been reconstructed somewhat, so it would be wise to go back from the beginning and read. Don't worry. Not all of it was changed..just enough to make it somewhat more enjoyable. I think...
"Huh! Would you look at this. A mini basement turned hotel. How...You," Trish spoke out as Hunter opened the door to his downstairs assemble letting the small diva take everything into sight.
"Hey! Don't start ok? I could give you worse," 'The Game' replied.
"Yeah..uh-huh..sure."
"Oh..just..come on," Hunter replied rolling his eyes a little, grabbing Trish by the wrist pulling her fully into the room and down the stairs.
"Now..This is where you're staying," Hunter spoke out earning himself a little scoff and "Duh".
He continued on. "Look..Just try to stay out of trouble and if you need anything...well..you shouldn't need anything really." He finished shoving her bag into her arms causing her to stumble backwards and fall onto the bed placed directly behind her herself.
She had failed to notice that.
Finally finding himself extremely annoyed and everything finally situated the champ turned heading up the stairs already, before the small diva could even gather her thoughts together. "I'm outta here," He mumbled, running a hand over his face and through his dirty blonde hair.
Trish sat up pushing her bag to the side only to find Hunter already out into the hallway leading to the basement before he closed the door mumbling something along the lines of "Flair just had to leave this to me didn't he?"
"Nice to know that you care," Trish shot out to the closed door only to be answered back in complete silence. "Such a nice way to treat your guests Hunter. Real nice.."
She sat there for a moment wondering what to do until a shiny black colored something gleamed out of the side of her eye causing her to glance over towards her right. 'Hmm? What is that?' She questioned hoping up to go investigate. "Could it be something important?" She said to no one in particular but herself.
She finally reached her destination and reached out to grab the handle upon the object. 'Looks like a refrigerator! I sure am hungry.'
Sure enough when she had opened the door Trish was greeted with tons upon tons of delicious looking food. "Food," She yelled out reaching for the nearest thing which happened to be an apple. "At least he knows how to do something right."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Positive man. The guy even went around questioning today. I've never seen him worried about something this much, let alone asking about it."
"Humph! It's only been two freakin' days, what's up with the guy?"
"Tell me about it. If I woulda known..Damn! Hey I've got to go for now. Match is up next. Call you back later?"
"Yeah sure. Just remember I'm on vacation here and I know nothing about our little missing blonde diva you hear," Hunter paused for a moment before finishing. "Though it's best to leave that last part unmentioned what with me being his number one priority and all."
"Of course. Who do you think you're dealing with here," Flair replied, laughing a little.
Hunter allowed himself to smirk a little. "Alright then. Catch ya later."
"Bye."
Hunter frowned placing his phone quickly into the receiver letting out a little sigh.
So Bubba was already onto the case of the missing diva?
This couldn't be good.
As 'the Game' got lost in his thoughts the doorbell rung out followed by a soft but loud enough to hear voice. "Oh Hunter."
Ignoring it Triple H stood up heading into the kitchen. Something to drink and maybe something to eat was in order right about now.
As if noticing they were being ignored the bell sounded again this time followed by a loud impatient rapping. "Come on Hunter. I know you're there," A female's voice spoke out.
"The hell," Hunter mumbled heading over to the door, beer in hand. "Who would even dare?"
Peeking out of the small peephole Hunter found himself speechless. What in the hell was she doing here?
The champ threw open the door just staring. 'Stacy?'
"Hey Hunter," She sang out giving a little wave.
"Where is it? Where is it? Where is..it! Trish frowned letting out a loud groan. "Where in the hell did I put it!"
The woman went about the room stomping around like an angry monster in downtown Tokyo making up a bunch of noise.
"Where in the heck is my Kool-Aid!" She yelled.
After a moment of silence Trish went to check in her bag only to get the same results she had gotten earlier once more.
Nothing.
Well this was great. Just great...
She couldn't have the one thing she wanted the most at the moment.
And why?
Because she had forgotten it.
She had never forgotten this before.
Trish threw her head back after a moment of sulking and went about throwing open cabinets upon cabinets.
If there was nothing in the front she'd just have to go deeper.
Trish reached in starting to throw things behind her causing the sounds of glasses to break and a whole bunch of other noises to sound not realizing the door to the basement being slowly opened.
"What the.." Hunter began only to be cut short by the sound of more breaking glass.
"Trish!" He yelled.
Trish shot upright and slowly turned to glare at Triple H. "What!"
"What the heck is this? What are you doing?"
"What does it look like," Trish shot out raising an eyebrow.
"You're ruining my basement that's what!" Hunter yelled back.
She scoffed. "Yeah..well, I wouldn't be doing this if I could just find my packets of Kool-Aid I had packed earlier." There was a moment of silence before Trish asked "What the hell's wrong with you? You like like a wreck," She stated taking in 'the Game's' disheveled appearance.
"Nothing," He answered back quickly.
Trish shot Hunter a disbelieving look.
"I was busy, "He answered truthfully.
"Busy doing what?"
Hunter opened his mouth to speak but before he could get a word in edgewise the former women's champ threw up a hand silencing him.
"Wait! Forget it. Forget I ask, "She said shaking her head, smirking a little. "That's a funny thought. 'The Cerebral Assassin' busy? Ha!"
"Ok. First off I like to think of myself as 'the Game' now and secondly I'll have you know I get plenty of-"
"Whatever," Trish spoke out interrupting him. "The point is...it's funny."
Hunter took in a long breath blowing it out in one quick puff. "Fine. Make fun. Look..are you gonna stop with the noise now?"
"Not until I find my Kool-aid, no," Trish answered back easily.
"Um..Ok. What exactly is up with you and this Kool-Aid? Are you obsessed or something?"
"I just have to have some. I usually have one bottle throughout the day and one for when I work out, so it's like second to nature to me..I suppose."
"Humph. Is that so? Well, you can just forget about your little Kool-Aid fascination right now because you don't have anymore."
"What do you mean," Trish asked. "Do you know something I should?
"Yesterday I went through your bag..."
"Wait! You went through my bag?"
"Well..yeah. No big deal. I've already seen all there is to see before."
Trish scoffed and looked around before letting her gaze settle back on Triple H once more. "Uh-huh..and?"
"I took them," He answered crossing his arms over his chest with a smug look upon his face.
Trish straighten up even more (If that was even possible) and yelled: "You..WHAT!"
Hunter nodded. "Yeah..I had nothing interesting to drink with me the other day so I decided to..
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU," Trish shot out lunging herself at 'The Game'. "You're dead meat Hunter," She yelled pulling at the man's hair. "Dead meat.."
10 Minutes later...
And aneven more disheveled man than before...
Hunter stepped out into his living room wincing as he limped his way to the couch.
"Yo Stac," He yelled out causing Stacy Keibler to exit his room and make her way over to sit on his lap.
"Yeah? What is it," She asked just before Hunter shot off of his chair whining. "No. It hurts."
"Awww. Poor baby. What's wrong," Stacy asked running a hand up and down his forearm.
"Nothing.."
"You face doesn't look like it's nothing."
"My face? What's wrong with my face?"
"Well, first off your jaw.."
Being enough for 'the Game'. Hunter shot across the room to stand in front of his mirror by the front entrance. "Shi..."
"Um..Hunter. What's going on here, "Stacy asked studying the scratches on Hunter's neck looking to continue their trail down his back.
"Look..Stacy I've got to go out."
"Out?"
"Yeah. Pick up some things."
"But why? We haven't even finished half of our little game yet," She pouted.
"Yeah. I know," He said reaching for a nearby hat to hide his face, some sunglasses and a jacket. "But I'll make it up to you. I promise," He finished closing the distant between him and Stacy giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll be back." He threw open the door stepping in the hallway proceeding to walk off.
"Oh. Ok. But Hunter..you never did tell me what it was you were going out to get."
"Kool-Aid," He growled slamming the door shut in Stacy's face leaving her to wonder why 'The Game' was in such a rush to go pick up some Kool-Aid.
'Um...Well..Maybe it's for us or something' She thought to herself walking back to the room. 'Weird...'
TBC...
Well, hopefully that was good! I thought so. (A little jumpy but..hey. Shrugs) And just a little note here, the whole Kool-Aid thing was something I found out Trish loves and usually carries around to drink. I read it from the Raw June 2003 magazine with Sable on the cover. Lol. While it's not exactly an obsession. I made it out to be. Just to do something silly. Heh Heh..Well Read and Review as you always do and more to come soon. Hopefully faster than last time. Blushes