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.
Working their charm and assets, Trish, Victoria and Stacy were coaxing their way to the original sex tape. With more than a few hours before the show, the goal was to get the tape and use it against Adam and Amy.
All three wrapped around a roadie, the task was almost done. Resisting the slightest, Plan B was into effect. With the shortest skirt worn possible, Stacy bent over in front of the roadie. Turning around, having worn a push-up, Trish fixed her bra. Turning back around, she stood beside Stacy, facing the roadie. Kissing him, Victoria was all over him.
Breathing erratically, he closed his eyes. Reaching his hand back, it hit the desk. Feeling around for the tape, he found it and handed it to Victoria. Stopping the actions immediately, the women just left.
"Where are they?" Chris asked, worried.
"You worry too much. They're fine. They'll be back soon enough," Val said.
"But what about Adam and Amy?"
"Dude, have you checked the time? It's too early for any of them to be here. Adam's probably loosening Amy up…if you catch my drift," Jay said, smiling at the groans heard.
"That's the last thing I need to picture right now," Benoit said with a disgusted look on his face.
Trying hard not to picture it, Chris couldn't help it. He was scared.
The group feeling queasy, the door opened. The women walking in, they noted the overall vibe of the room. Looking at Jay, they had an inkling of what could have happened.
"What did Jay say this time?" Victoria said.
"Adam and Amy having sex," Jay said with the smile still on his face.
The women groaning, Trish walked over to Chris. Noting his expression, she laughed.
"That's it? You're gonna laugh and not help?" Chris asked, bewildered.
"You know I normally would, but we were able to get the tape. So now instead of imagining it, we all get to live it," Trish said dangling the tape in front of Chris.
"All we can hope for is that it's not as bad as 'One Night in China,'" Stacy said.
Everyone shuddering, they all prayed it wouldn't scar them of life. Popping the tape into the VCR, everyone took a seat and braced themselves for the worst.
Finishing the tape, everyone was stunned. Rewinding it, Benoit took it out of the VCR. Wishing that no one thought of the plan, they knew they had to go through with it.
Silence coming over the group, Chris perked up. "Well at least there was no foreign object use,"
"Unless you count Masters as a foreign object," Jay said.
"Why was he taping it in the first place? What ever happened to a good ol' tripod?" Trish said.
"'Ol'? Chris asked. "Since when do you use the word 'ol?'
"I thought it was appropriate to use," Trish said, shrugging.
"Are we sure we want to show this?" Val asked.
"If they're intention was to show a supposed tape of us, then yes," Chris said.
"Chris is right. If they wanna play dirty, then we have to step up," Stacy said.
Sharing focused looks, Stacy put her hand in the centre. Everyone following suit, they chanted their name and broke.
"Now the other bit of business," Benoit said. "How are we gonna keep them locked in their room?"
"Jay and I had been thinking about that and we think that the best thing to do is reverse the door handle," Victoria said.
"Yeah. We switch it around so the lock is on the outside," Jay said.
"But don't we need a locksmith?" Val asked.
"Aha. See my friends, that is why we are here early. And cause over the weekend, I learned how to switch the handle," Jay said pulling out a mini toolbox.
"Look, it's Jay the Builder. Jay the Builder. Can he fix it? Yes he can," Chris said, singing.
Putting her finger to his lips, Trish cut him off. "How the hell do you know that song?"
"I…I ha-have a cousin?" Chris said, hopeful.
Trish eying him, she raised her eyebrow.
"I wake up early to watch children shows," Chris said, turning red.
"Aww, that is so cute. Now I know what to get you for our anniversary. How would you like 'Bob the Builder' pyjamas?"
"Ha ha. Good luck finding ones that fit. I've looked,"
Mouth wide in astonishment, Trish was shocked.
"I'm joking. I watch it for your nephew. His birthday is coming up, right?"
"How do you know that?"
"When he called last week, he told me. He mentioned 'Bob the Builder' and I checked it out,"
"That's so sweet, Chris," Trish said, kissing him.
"I know. It's not a big deal. I love your nephew. He reminds me of myself," Chris said with a grin.
"Oh god, help us all," Victoria said, walking back into the room.
"When did you guys leave?" Trish asked.
"Somewhere in between learning Chris watches children shows and buying him his very own 'Bob the Builder' pyjamas," Jay said, pinching Chris' cheeks.
"What was that for?" Chris asked.
"For when you called me by my full name. Don't think I've forgotten," Jay said putting his tools away.
"So, did you guys do it? Did it work?" Trish asked.
"Yup. We even put a sign up and everything," Stacy said.
"We just need to keep an eye out. As soon as they arrive, we have to lock the door before they notice," Benoit said.
"What time is it?" Victoria asked.
"We still have about another three hours until Raw," Val said looking at his watch.
"When do they normally get here?" Stacy asked.
"I dunno. An hour before?" Trish said.
"Richards normally arrives the same time. I'll call him," Benoit said, pulling out his phone.
"Good idea. I'll call Benjamin just in case," Chris said, pulling out his phone.
Both men getting off the phone, the back-up was there. "Shelton said he'll keep a lookout,"
"Same with Steven,"
"This is going to be good," Victoria said, smiling.
In the garage, Steven Richards arrived at the same time as Adam and his group, with an hour left before the start of Raw. Pulling out his phone, he quickly dialled the number of Benoit.
"Hey Chris. They're here,"
Snapping his phone shut, he continued his way into the arena, smiling.
Receiving a call, Benoit answered his phone. Saying nothing, he shut it off. Grinning, to show off his missing tooth, he nodded.
"They're here,"
Spotting Adam and his group, Shelton raced back to his locker room. Searching through his bag, he found his phone. Dialling Chris' number, he hoped he wasn't too late.
"Hey Chris. They're about to enter the room,"
Turning off his phone and throwing it on the couch, he exhaled. Peaking his head out, he waited for Chris.
Receiving a call, Chris answered his phone. Shutting it off, he stood up.
"The plan is in motion," Chris said walking out of the room.
Walking the halls, Adam was looking for their room. Making a left then a right, he spotted his name on a sign.
"Finally, a little recognition,"
Stepping in last, Kane closed the door behind them.
Following them, Chris reached the room. Still a member short, Chris had no worries about Christy getting them out. Hiding behind a vending machine, he waited for them to enter.
Kane, closing the door, he quickly jolted up and ran over. Pushing the button, the door gave off a quiet click.
Seeing Shelton, he gave him the thumbs-up. Running back to his room, he raced in and closed the door. Smiling, the group knew he did it.
"Are we really going to be that rough on Trish tonight?" Dawn asked, not liking the idea.
"Yes. We have to be united on this. We can't back down," Adam said.
"But I don't think I have it in me," Dawn said.
"If you don't have the balls, then leave. Go ahead. The door is right over there,"
"I'm not leaving. Fuck you Adam. You think I'm that stupid. You'll have a personal vendetta against me and I would have to always look over my shoulder,"
"Can we please stop this fighting. This is fucking retarded. Adam, leave Dawn alone and Dawn, if you're not comfortable, then you don't have to do much. There, it's settled," Amy said.
"Why isn't Christy here?" Masters asked. "This is her idea,"
"Because she'll be here later to lure Trish. If she gets spotted by her earlier, then we're screwed," Kane said, frustrated.
"Don't talk to me like that. I'm 'The Masterpiece'," Masters said, standing up.
"More like 'Master piece of SHIT!'," Kane said, standing up and going nose to nose with Masters.
"I'm the future of this company. You're washed up,"
"You're the future, alright. A future employee for McDonalds,"
"Yeah, that's fresh. I'm getting the feeling you want to fight me,"
"No really, genius. At least we know that your I.Q. is at least a two," Kane said, getting ready to fight.
"Oh, that's it," Masters said raising his hand.
Snitsky stepping in, put himself in the middle. Arms outstretched, he calmed them down.
"Hey, if there's gonna be a fight, I wanna throw the first punch," Snitsky said looking at Kane.
Raising his hand and still looking at Kane, he punched Masters. Falling to the floor, both Kane and Snitsky laughed. Walking back over to their seats, they sat down.
"Future of the company? You can't even take a straight shot," Snitsky said, still laughing.
Going back to fighting, Adam and Dawn continued, throwing derogative words towards each other.
"SLUT!"
"MAN WHORE!"
"HO!"
"PIMP!"
Having heard enough from everyone in the locker room, Amy threw her hands up. "ENOUGH! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP. SIT DOWN, SHUT UP AND WATCH RAW,"
Silence falling over the group, they all listened. Sitting down, they all turned their attention to the broadcast of Raw.
"Alright, guys. We're almost on. We know what's happening, right?" Benoit asked.
Everyone nodding their heads, Benoit continued. "We're first gonna show the clip from last week and play it a few times to piss Adam off then show the tape,"
"No one's seen Adam and them since their arrival, right?" Victoria asked.
"They're still locked in and I don't think they know it, either," Jay said with smile.
"Good handiwork, Jay," Val said.
"We ready?" Benoit asked. "Put your hands in,"
Listening to Benoit, they put their hands in. Chanting their name, they broke. Theme song playing, they stepped out onto the ramp. Deafening cheers, they walked down and into the ring.
"Tonight, since we're all pretty tired, we're gonna let the next following segment of clips do all the talking," Chris said.
Handing the mic to Trish, the women stayed in the ring. Exiting, the guys asked for seven chairs. Moving them into the ring, they offered the women the chairs first. Setting them down, all seven sat to watch the show.
Playing last weeks clip, they made it repeat four times. Taking the mic back from Trish, Chris had one more thing to say.
"Now for our feature presentation. Let me warn you first, it is quite graphic. Brace yourselves. You ready? Okay…here it is. Edge and Lita's sex tape! Play the clip, monkey!"
Clip playing, the crowd groaned. Chanting and asking them to stop the tape, Chris gave the cue.
"Nice, huh? Let's see you top that, Adam!" Chris said dropping the mic.
"HOW DID THEY GET THAT!" Adam shouted, looking at Dawn.
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK. I DIDN'T DO IT,"
"HOW DID THEY DO IT? WHO…WHAT…I'M GONNA KILL THEM!" Adam shouted.
Walking over to the door, he tried to open it. Twisting and turning the knob, it wouldn't open. Turning around, he looked at the group. Confused, he tried again. Nothing budging, he gave up.
"We're stuck…and here with you guys,"
"Hey. You're the one who wanted us in the first place. I could have been having a program with Paul. WITH PAUL…FOR THE TITLE! But no, I had to join you," Kane said, angered.
"Before this gets worse, everyone shut up," Amy said. "Are we sure we're stuck?"
"You know, no Amy. We're not stuck. I think the knob won't turn because that's how it should be,"
"Don't get testy with me."
"What are we gonna do? What about Trish?" Masters asked.
"You know, you're not helping," Snitsky said.
Counting the people in the room, Dawn had an idea. "Amy, give me your phone,"
"No, why?"
"Because I said so,"
"Fuck you,"
"Look, if you want to get out, you'll give me your phone,"
Quickly flashing his head over to Dawn, Adam looked frantic. "You can get us out of here? Amy, you whore, hand over your phone!"
Reaching into her purse, Amy found her phone. Handing it to Dawn, she quickly found her way to Amy's address book. Scrolling through the numbers, she found the one she was looking for. Pushing enter, the number got dialled.
"Hi Christy!" Dawn said, perkily.
"Hey Dawn. This is a surprise. My phone shows Amy's number,"
"Yeah, it's a long a story. Remind me to tell you someday. Uhm, where are you?"
"In catering,"
"Good. Get your ass over here," Dawn said closing the phone shut and handing it back over to Amy.
Running over, Adam gave Dawn a big hug. "You smart slut,"
Pushing him off, she made a face. "Get the fuck off me,"
Hearing a knock at the door, Adam rushed over. "Open the door,"
"You do it if you're already there," Christy said.
"Just do it,"
Rolling her eyes and huffing, Christy opened the door. With an audible click, the door opened. Stepping in, she was lifted off the floor. Adam was hugging her.
"You smart, sweet girl," Adam said.
"Put me down. Why couldn't you open the door?"
"Long story. Did you see Trish tonight?" Amy asked.
"No, but I can call her. But before I do, is everyone committed?" Christy asked.
"We had a bit of trouble before," Amy said looking over at Dawn. "But we're past that,"
Pulling out her phone. Finding her number, she dialled. A quick answer, Trish picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Trish. It's Christy,"
"Hey! What's up?"
"Nothing much. I called you for a reason,"
"Okay, shoot,"
"Do you think you can meet me in the garage right now? I have a few things I want to show you, if that's okay,"
"It's fine but why can't we meet in the locker room?"
"I'm not gonna feel right. I promise it'll only be five minutes,"
"Okay. I'll meet you there now," Trish said hanging up.
Closing her phone, Christy smiled. "Plan in motion,"
Sitting in the locker room, the atmosphere was light. Laughing and talking about what had happened in the ring, someone's phone rang. Everyone pulling out their phones, they found out it was Trish's. Looking at the number, she didn't recognize it, but she picked up anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Trish. It's Christy,"
The group sharing looks, the mood changed. Feeling uneasy, Trish continued with her call.
"Hey! What's up?"
"Nothing much. I called you for a reason,"
"Okay, shoot,"
"Do you think you can meet me in the garage right now? I have a few things I want to show you, if that's okay,"
Putting her hand to the phone, she mouthed 'meeting' before continuing with the call. "It's fine but why can't we meet in the locker room?"
"I'm not gonna feel right. I promise it'll only be five minutes,"
"Okay. I'll meet you there now," Trish said hanging up, feeling quite uneasy.
Eyes on her, everyone wanted an explanation. Getting up, she walked over to the door. "Christy wants to meet me in the garage right now. I'm not feeling good about this,"
"So why'd you agree?" Chris asked.
"Because I want to trust her and she might come in handy one day. If I'm not back in five minutes, send out a search party," Trish said leaving the room.
Everyone set in their places, hiding behind various cars, they waited for Trish. Christy, the only one in sight, stood in front of her car. Focusing on the doors, they finally opened with Trish walking through them alone.
Waving, Trish jogged her way over, wanting this meeting to end quickly. Reaching the car, she smiled. "So what did you want to show me?"
"This," Christy said, punching Trish square in the face.
Falling to the ground, the rest of the group jumped out from their hiding spots. With Christy mounting Trish, everyone else was working her legs and arms with kicks and punches. Working over her torso, Christy was relentless.
Knocked unconscious, they stopped. Walking away from the scene, they all made it to their cars. Driving away, Trish was left alone. Battered, bloodied and bruised.
"Time," Chris asked.
"It's been five minutes. She's not back yet. Let's go," Jay said.
Bags in hand, the group rushed out of the locker room and quickly made their way to the garage. Pushing through the doors, they saw a figure. Dropping their bags at the door, they all ran towards it. Hearts beating faster and faster, they came face to face with the figure.
"THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS! I KNEW CHRISTY HADN'T CHANGED. I'M GONNA KILL THEM!" Chris yelled, kneeling down beside Trish.
Checking her pulse, Val found it. "She's alive. I can tell you that much. But we got to get her out of here,"
Pulling out her phone, Stacy dialled 911.
"Hello? We need an ambulance right now. We're at the Continental Airlines arena, in the garage. We have someone badly beaten," Stacy said, trying to stay calm. "They're gonna be here soon. In two minutes, don't worry Chris,"
"She'll make it. We all know Trish is tough. Stay calm and don't do anything sporadically," Jay said.
Hearing sirens, the ambulance made it's way down to the garage. Stopping right in front of the carnage, they got out and went to the back. Pulling out a stretcher, they carefully strapped Trish in.
"Do you know what happened?" asked one of the paramedics.
"No. We just came here to check on her because she was supposed to be meeting someone here," Victoria said, calmly.
"We can assure you that she'll be fine. She's breathing normally. There might be internal damages, but they're not that bad since she's still alive," said the paramedic.
"I'll meet you guys there," Chris said.
Putting her inside, Chris joined them. Holding Trish's hand, he hoped she would wake. The ambulance driving away, everyone else got in their cars and followed.
