Title: The Game Always Enemies

Author: Sl33p D3priv3d

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any mentioned wrestlers. They are merely used/borrowed for the purpose of this fictional story.

Rating: M, don't know if it helps, but yeah, it's M.

Summery: Two groups fighting for ring supremacy.

Author's Note: I just want to say that what I wrote doesn't reflect how I really feel towards the characters or the actual people, they are just playing a part. If I may have offended someone whom you really like, by all means, send me hatemail. At least I'll know someone's reading this.


"I know there's sexual tension between us, I can feel it," Adam said to Trish who he had in his grips. Holding tightly on to her wrists, he continued. "Ever since you arrived in the company and laid your eyes on me, I knew you wanted me,"

"What kind of crazy shit are you talking about? Is Amy not satisfying you well enough?" Trish said looking at him with disgust. "I would never sleep with you and there is no sexual tension between us,"

"You know, I don't think I'm ever gonna understand why you settled for Chris in the first place. You could have gotten any man, a real man, like me, but you settled for Chris. I will never understand,"

"Chris is more of a man then you'll ever be. I'm with Chris because he knows how to treat a woman. He's kind and sweet and above all else, he would never steal his best friends' girl. Does that ring a bell?" Trish said, spitting in hid face.

The spit seeping down his face, Adam tightened his grip on Trish's wrists. "You may be pretty and smart, but that was the wrong thing to do," His eyes filling with anger.

With the grip even tighter and the psychotic look in Adam's eyes, Trish knew she had to escape. Thinking of her options, in one spontaneous move she kicked Adam in the crotch. Falling to the floor in pain, Trish watched, smiling, as Adam curled himself into a ball while swearing under his breath.

Arriving at her locker room, she looked down at her wrists. Both bruised and intensely painful, Trish braced herself for the backlash that was to come. Opening the door and walking in with her hands behind her back, eight eyes were already focused on her.

"Where have you been? Your promo ended ten minutes ago," Chris said with a worried tinge in his voice.

"I took the scenic route back here. It's not a big deal," Trish said hoping Chris and the others would buy it.

"Trish," Chris said sternly. "You and I both know that there is no scenic route back to the locker room. What's really going on?"

"What if I said that I was stopped in the hall by some person with whom I talked to for ten minutes?" Trish said, hopeful.

Looking around the room at her friends faces, she knew no one was buying it. Bracing herself for the worst, she roughly exhaled.

"I was…I was detained…by someone," Trish said with her eyes downturned.

"By who?" The group said in unison.

"Now, before I tell you, Chris you have to promise me you won't do anything too rash,"

"I can't promise anything until I know the problem,"

Taking a deep breath, Trish continued. "I was coming back to the locker room when Adam pulled me into a corner. He was talking trash about there being sexual tension between him and I which isn't true. He was grabbing on to my wrists and I spat in his face which only made him angrier…then I was able to kick him in the balls and run away. This is the end result," She said showing the group her bruised wrists.

Stepping forward, Chris took a look at her wrists. Shaking with anger, he took both hands and brought them to his lips. Kissing them both and letting his lips linger on them for a while. Trying to calm his nerves, he let go and gave Trish a hug. "I'm gonna KILL that bastard,"

Pushing Chris back to look into his eyes, Trish pleaded "No Chris, don't. You're gonna get hurt,"

"There's no way I'm gonna let him do that to you and get away with it,"

"He's learned his lesson. After the way I left him, he'll know not to mess with me again,"

"Why are you protecting him for?" Chris said getting a bit more angrier.

"I'm not protecting him. I'm looking out for your well-being. I don't want you to get hurt, is that such a crime?"

"What about your well-being? He laid his force on a women, Trish. That needs to be punished,"

"It's not that bad," Trish said, hoping all of this would just vanish.

Looking at her friends for support, she got none. "You can't let Adam think that there won't be repercussions, Trish. This is serious. Look at your wrists," Jay said in a worried tone.

"They're fucking black and blue, Trish! And haven't you always said that you've wanted to beat the shit out of Adam but you've never had a reason? This is it, Trish. This is the reason," Victoria said.

"I know I can't let him go scot-free, but I don't want anyone to get hurt. That's my biggest concern. Lord only knows who Adam could recruit if this turns into something big,"

"But I won't be alone, I have Jay. Right?" Chris said looking over to his friend.

"Of course, man. You know I have your back and plus, I would do anything to have a reason to beat him up," Jay said with a sadistic smile.

"See, baby? I'm not alone. If you add Benoit and Val, I have my army right there," Chris said with a smile hoping Trish would see it his way.

"And haven't you seen the guys Adam hangs out with? They're pussies, Trish," Jay said trying to lighten the mood. "Even without Benoit and Val, we could take them all out,"

"We're here too, Trish. If there's anything at all, you know you can count on us," Stacy said while offering Trish an icepack.

Taking the icepack from Stacy, she walked over to a couch and sat down. "Thanks Stace and everybody for that fact, it means a lot," Trish said feeling a lot better than before.

Chris, looking at Trish's black and blue wrists, felt pain. Needing to do something, he thought. Sitting beside Trish on the couch, he perked up with a plan. Running over to Jay, he whispered his plan into his ear. Nodding in agreement, Jay's face lighted up with an evil smile.

"Seeing as you three beautiful women are settled, we must be leaving now," Chris said.

Without saying another word, both men flew out of the room leaving the women dumbfounded.

"What the hell was that all about?" Stacy asked, fairly confused.

"Whatever it is, I'm not getting a good feeling about it," Trish said, worried.

Running down the halls, Chris and Jay made their way to the locker room of Benoit. Praying he was still there and hadn't left yet, they both frantically knocked on the door. To their relief, the door opened.

"WHAT! What's with all the knocking? What the hell's wrong with you two?" Benoit yelled, a bit frustrated.

"We need your help," Jay said, being the first to speak among him and Chris.

"With what? Just what in the hell are you guys up to this time?"

"Adam hurt Trish and we need you to help in order to teach him a lesson," Chris said with his eyes wide in anger.

"He hurt Trish? What did he do? Is it serious?"

Chris continued. "He bruised her wrists pretty bad,"

"Damn…but what do you want me to do?"

"We want you to become a member of our army. It's a working title of 'Beat-Adam-Within-An Inch-Of-His-Life-In-Hopes-Of-Teaching-Him-To-Never-Mess-With-Us-Or-Our-Women-Again.' Jay said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Your title needs a bit of working on," Benoit said smiling.

"I'm aware of that. But that's beside the point. Are you in or not?" Chris said.

"Do you have any other recruits yet?"

"No, not yet, but we have our eyes on Val," Jay piped up.

"Not a bad choice. We could do quite a bit of damage. Seems like a strong team," Benoit said. Standing in the doorway, he thought of his options.

"DAMN IT, Benoit! Give me an answer already. Don't leave me hanging like this,"

"I'm in," Benoit said smiling wide with his toothless grin.

Chris, giddy with excitement, high-fived each man and gave Benoit a hug. After taking a few minutes, all three men were off looking for the forth member. They were on a search for Val.

"Does anyone know if Val's here tonight?" Jay asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Benoit answered. "He had a match against Masters on Heat,"

"Okay…but who's he rooming with?" Chris asked, looking at Benoit who seemed to know what he was talking about.

"Probably Richards and Benjamin,"

"And how can you be so sure?" Chris asked, very pessimistically.

"I just know," Benoit replied.

With both Chris and Jay sharing looks, they continued down the hall.

After roaming the halls for about five minutes, they found themselves in front of Val's supposed locker room. With both Chris and Jay raising their hands to knock on the door, Benoit remembered what had happened to him and quickly beat the both of them to the door.

With noise coming from inside the room, the door opened to reveal Val standing in front, leaving both Chris and Jay shocked with Benoit smiling with a 'I-told-you-so' look on his face.

"Hey guys! What can I do for you?" Val asked.

Chris began. "Well, to make a long story short, Adam put his hands on Trish and I want you to be a part of my army to take him down,"

With the name 'Adam' being mentioned, Val's demeanour changed. He turned angry "What did he do?" Val said.

"He bruised her wrists while claiming that there's sexual tension between them. Anyway, you were a natural choice because of your history with him and your sister,"

"You know, come to think of it, I don't think I was ever able to get him back for that. There's no doubt in my mind, I'm in,"

"This is too great," Chris said. "Adam's gonna get what's coming to him,"

Asking Val to join them, Chris, Jay and Benoit were on their way back to Trish's locker room.

"By the way, who you sharing with?" Jay asked.

"Richards and Benjamin," Val replied.

Both men dumbfounded, they looked at Benoit. "What? I saw Val before the show and asked him," Benoit said with a grin.

"Behold…my army! Jay, cue the music," Chris said with a wide smile.

With a stereo in hand, Jay switched it on. Coming out of the speakers was the theme song of Billy and Chuck.

From outside in the hall, Val voiced his thoughts on the song with Benoit laughing. "I am NOT entering with that song playing," Val yelled.

With everyone looking at Jay, he turned a light red. "I…I thought that…I thought it was catchy," he said, shrugging.

"I guess the surprise is ruined, you guys can come in now," Chris said calling in Benoit and Val.

The door opened and both Benoit and Val entered. Chris continued. "Since it didn't go the way I planned," he said looking at Jay "We'll try again. Behold…my army!"

"Your army?" Trish said, raising a brow, still on the couch and icing her wrists.

With the smile still on Chris' face, he continued. "Yeah, my army. We're called the 'Beat-Adam-Within-An Inch-Of-His-Life-In-Hopes-Of-Teaching-Him-To-Never-Mess-With-Us-Or-Our-Women-Again.' It's more like a club, actually,"

"The title needs a bit of work," Trish said smiling for the first time that night.

"I'm aware of that. But the point is that, together, we will all collectively kick Adam's ass. I mean-we got the perfect group. We have Val whose sister, as you all know, was married to him, we have Jay here who had to take a backseat to Adam when they were E&C, we have Benoit whose at wits end with Adam. Just last week he got hit in the head with a brick during their match at Backlash,"

"Chris, that was scripted," Benoit said.

"I don't care. The fact that he thought of it in the first place is something within itself. And then, you have me. He's always been a prick and to top it all off, he's hurt you, Trish. I can let go of the fact that he's a total asshole, but there's no way I'm gonna let him get away with hurting you. I love you Trish and I want that fag to know I'm not gonna let it slide," Chris said walking over and kneeling down by Trish's legs, holding her hand.

"Aww!" The group gushed, leaving both Chris and Trish blushing.

"I love you too, but I'm still worried," Trish said looking down at Chris who hadn't moved from his position.

Standing up, Chris continued. "But look baby, we're unstoppable. We all have one goal and we're united. Please Trish, see it my way," Chris said, his eyes pleading with her.

Taking a moment to let everything that Chris said, sink in, Trish looked at who Chris was able to recruit. Getting a sense of true love, she made up her mind. "Okay, but don't do anything too stupid,"

With Jay, Benoit and Val high-fiving each other, Chris ran over to Trish. Giving her the biggest hug and most passionate kiss to show her his appreciation. Pulling back, both shared huge smile.

"Now, we're off…once again. It's time to strike fear and terror into Adam," Jay said.

With all four men leaving the locker room, they were on they're way down to the ring. It was time for an impromptu promo. Disrupting a match, all four men got into the ring and threw both competitors out. Chris, walking over to Lilian, demanded a mic.

"Now, I know that there was a match going on and that I'm not scheduled for an appearance right now, I'm aware of that J.R., don't worry. I'm here because of an incident that just happened backstage…having to do with my girlfriend, Trish Stratus. Yes, she is my girlfriend and no, this isn't a storyline or an angle, this is real and I'm here to call out Edge. Why, you ask? Well, to make a long story short, Trish was backstage and Edge thought it would be interesting to harass her and leave his mark on her by bruising her wrists. Now, if he was man enough to do that to my girl, then surely he's man enough to come out here and confront me about it. It's your call, Adam. Whether you come or not, we'll get you. I've got my boys, and believe me, they're pissed and each with their own reasons to kick your ass,"

With the crowd clearly on Chris' side by chanting 'Y2J' and 'Asshole' towards Adam, all four men turned to the ramp and waited for Adam's arrival.

"Too chicken, huh? Knowing you, you probably left right after the assault knowing that I was gonna come after you. If this is how you want it, fine. But watch your back, Adam. No one hurts my girl and gets away with it. Mark my words, THIS MEANS WAR!"