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.


Arriving at the hospital, Trish was immediately wheeled into the exam room. Following her every step, Chris raced down the halls. Being tugged on, Chris was stopped.

"I'm sorry sir, but you can't enter," the doctor said.

"But…s-she's…my-," Chris said, stuttering.

"Don't worry. We've been informed. Would you like me to take you to her room?"

Eyes downturned, Chris nodded. "Y-yes, please,"

Extending his hand out, the doctor smiled. "By the way, I'm Dr. Mark Owen,"

Shaking his hand, Chris had an uneasy smile. "She will be fine, right?"

"I'm pretty sure. Her breathing seems fine and so far, all she seems to have are everyday cuts and bruises. But we need to wait for the test results. She's in having a CAT scan right now and we'll have to take a few X-Rays. I trust there won't be any complications,"

"Thanks. Oh, by the way, I'm Chris,"

"Oh yes, I know. A few of us on staff are quite fond of your faction. Great work tonight," Dr. Owen said with a smile.

"It's great to know we're appreciated. Thanks Dr. Owen," Chris said with a small smile.

"Not a problem," Checking his pocket, he was being paged. "They need me with Miss. Stratus. Hang in there Chris,"

Sitting down on a chair right outside Trish's room, he watched Dr. Owen walk down the hall. Seeing Trish being wheeled out, he felt pain and anger. Hunching in his seat, he clenched his fists and stared at the floor. Hearing familiar voices, he looked up, happy to see the people walking towards him.

"Where's Trish? Is she okay? Is she in there?" Stacy asked.

"I was just talking to the doctor and he said that he thinks she'll be fine. She's breathing normally,"

"Is she in her room?" Jay asked.

"She just got wheeled out of her CAT scan and now she's getting some X-Rays done. Dr. Owen seems pretty confident that she'll be okay,"

"She'll be fine, Chris. She's tough. Hardcore matches against me, being put through a table and hell, she's survived all those matches with you. She'll be fine," Victoria said hugging Chris.

"Those bastards will pay, Chris. We'll make sure of that," Benoit said.

"They mess with Trish, they mess with the whole group. I can't believe they didn't see that," Val said.

"Excuse me, are you waiting for a Miss. Stratus?" a nurse asked looking at her clipboard.

"Yes. Is she alright?" Stacy said.

"She'll be wheeled in soon. You can wait in her room if you want,"

"Thank you," Chris said as the nurse walked away.

Entering her room, everybody took a seat. Anxious, they waited for the arrival of Trish. Sitting in silence, all eyes were fixated on the door. Swinging open, Trish was brought in. Moving her from the stretcher to the bed, the nurses left the room.

Door opening, Dr. Owen asked for Chris. Nodding his head, he exited the room. With a clipboard in hand, the doctor looked at his notes.

"Well, doctor, what's the prognosis?"

"Well, CAT scan shows that most of her organs are fine. A bit battered, but she'll live. We're going to have to keep her on a respirator during the nights. She's breathing fine now, but we don't want to take any chances. X-Rays show that Trish has suffered a fracture to her left arm. Seeing how she first entered, she's very lucky to not have had more complications. You're allowed to stay overnight if you please,"

"Okay. Thank you very much, doctor,"

Leaving, Chris exhaled roughly. Feeling better than before, he reached for the door. Stepping inside, he made his way over to Trish. Holding her hand, Chris looked at the group.

"Dr. Owen said that her organs are fine but they're gonna keep her on a respirator during the night just as a precaution and the only fracture she has is to her left arm, which is pretty amazing, if you ask me,"

Breathing sighs of relief, the group felt better. Walking over to Trish, Victoria took a long look at her. Shaking her head, she got livid.

"They are so gonna pay," Victoria said clenching her teeth.

Walking over, Jay put his arm around Victoria's shoulder. Looking at Trish, he felt pain.

"Don't worry, Trish. We'll get them," Jay said.

Everyone crowding around her, Chris just held her hand and stroked her hair. Eyes downturned and head down, he remembered something.

"The doctor said that we're allowed to stay overnight. But you guys can leave if you want," Chris said.

"No, Chris. We'll stay here with you. We're not leaving until Trish is better. We're a team through thick and thin," Stacy said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"But there's nowhere to sleep. At least, if I stay here, I can sleep on a chair or something,"

"If you can sleep on a chair, so can we," Benoit said.

"There's no reason for you to go at this alone, Chris. Stacy said it, we're a team through thick and thin. We all love Trish and that's why we're staying," Val said.

Breaking up the loving moment, a nurse walked through the door. Victoria and Jay moving out of the way, she made her way to Trish. Hooking her up to the respirator, she looked at the group.

"Are you the ones staying overnight per the permission of Dr. Owen?"

"Yes. It is okay, right?" Jay asked.

"Oh sure it is. As long as you don't tell other families about it," the nurse said with a smile.

"I'm Alexis Carmichael. I'll be Miss. Stratus' nurse for the next couple of days,"

"Is that how long she'll be here for? A couple of days?" Chris asked, hopeful.

"For the time being, yes. But she's probably going to be transferred back to her hometown,"

"They're gonna drive her back to Toronto?" Jay asked.

"No, no. She'll probably be airlifted back,"

"Okay Alexis. Thanks for the information," Stacy said as she left the room.

"Does anyone want anything to eat?" Jay asked.

Cracking his first smile since the incident, Chris laughed. "Leave it up to you to ask a question like that. No, I'm fine,"

"We can get food for ourselves later, Jay," Stacy said.

"Yeah, if you're hungry, go get some. We're fine," Victoria said.

"Okay. I'll be back," Jay said as he left the room.

"I guess we should call Vince and tell him what happened, huh?" Val said.

"It's probably the best thing to do," Benoit replied. "House shows are out for this week,"

"Where's Raw being held next week?" Chris asked.

"Uhm, I think I read Philadelphia," Stacy said.

"You guys can make Raw and update them on the situation. Show them that we're not backing down," Chris said. "I'll be with Trish in Toronto and if you guys want, you can come over.

Plane or car,"

"Not a bad idea. Should we suggest that to Vince?" Benoit asked.

"Vince is in the what now?" Jay asked walking back into the room with a tray of fries and a burger.

"We show up to Raw next week, then drive or fly over to Toronto to see Trish," Victoria said stealing a fry from Jay's plate.

"Hey! I thought you said you weren't hungry," Jay said.

"Okay, I lied. But seriously, how do you feel about the idea?"

"I don't mind it. I think it's great. It'll give me a reason to visit my parents and tell Adam's parents how much of a prick their son is,"

"So it's settled? Should I call Vince?" Val asked.

"Yeah. It seems like a good plan," Stacy said.

Pulling out his phone, Val dialled the number of the WWE offices in Connecticut. Stepping outside into the hall, he waited for an answer.

"Hello? Can you please connect me to Mr. McMahon? This is Val Venis,"

Hearing a click, he was connected. "Hello, Val. How are you doing?" Vince said.

"Not bad, sir. I would like to get right down to it. I don't know if you know this or not but tonight, Trish got attacked by Edge and his stable. We are all in a New Jersey hospital right now-,"

"Is she alright? How bad are the damages?"

"A broken arm and she needs to be hooked up to a respirator for the night. So we were wondering if you would allow us to skip the house shows this week and allow Jericho stay with Trish on Monday instead of coming to Raw. The rest of us will be there, but not Chris. She's going to be airlifted to Toronto in a few days and he wants to stay with her,"

"I don't see a problem with that. You all have been doing great with your promos and attacks. Really boosting the ratings. I will allow you to take the rest of the week off. Tell Jericho to call me, though,"

"Thank you so much, Mr. McMahon," Val said with a smile.

Entering back into the room, the group noted his smile.

"He said 'yes', didn't he?" Stacy said.

Nodding his head, Val put the phone back into his pocket. "He also said that we've been doing great and that he wants you to call him later, Chris,"

"So we're off for the rest of the week?" Benoit asked.

"Yup," Val said. "I told him everything and he didn't see a problem with us missing the weekend shows,"

"This calls for a celebration. Who's hungry?" Jay said patting his stomach.

"You just ate," Chris said.

"I know. But this time I have a reason to eat,"

"You guys can go. I'm gonna stay here," Chris said.

"You want something to eat?" Stacy asked.

"I dunno. I guess you can get me a sandwich or something," Chris said handing Stacy a ten.

"We'll be back soon," Victoria said.

"I'll be fine," Chris said as the rest of the group left the room.

A silent room, Chris looked at Trish. Still holding her hand and stroking her hair, he shook his head and sighed.

"Why would they do this to you? Bastards. You'll be fine, Trish. The nurse said you'll be going home soon. I mean-you'll be airlifted into a Toronto hospital, but at least you're home,"

Leaning down, he kissed her on the forehead. Moving her head slightly, Trish's eyes fluttered. Smiling, Chris knew that she was responsive. Pulling up a chair, he put it right beside her bed. Sitting down, he continued holding her hand.

Door opening, they were back with the food and blankets.

"Alexis gave us some blankets for tonight," Victoria said. "She says that it gets pretty cold at night,"

Handing Chris his sandwich and change, he pocketed it and sat back down. Unwrapping the saran wrap from it, he inhaled.

"Hm. Smells good. What is it?" Chris said taking a bite.

"Ham, Swiss cheese, tomato and lettuce," Stacy said.

Everyone pulling up chairs and setting them around Trish's bed, they enjoyed their food.

"Good stuff," Chris said.

"Pass me a fry," Benoit said to Val.

"Who has the ketchup?" Stacy asked.

"Here it is," Victoria said passing it to Stacy.

Finding nothing to say, everyone finished their food in silence.

Pacing her hotel room, Christy was feeling guilty. Her conscious would not let her rest. Unsure if Trish was found, unsure if she was okay, unsure of what was going to happen to her. It was driving her mad.

Picking up the phone, she called Amy.

"Amy? I feel guilty. I can't rest. I've been pacing my room for three hours straight,"

"You feel guilty. This coming from the one who wanted Trish to go down hard. The one who wanted revenge?"

"Yes. I wish I never-,"

"Don't say it, Christy. Trish got what she deserved for playing you,"

"For some reason, I don't believe you. I don't know why I believed you that night. She doesn't seem like the kind of person who's fake,"

"Believe it. She's fake all the time. Not a sincere bone in her body,"

"There might not be any bones left in her after what we did," Christy said, feeling remorse.

"And you should feel proud about that,"

"But I don't. I'm going to see her,"

"You know, if you do, you're out of the group again,"

"That's a chance I'm willing to take," Christy said, hanging up.

Hearing the phone ring, Amy ran towards it to pick it up. Adam taking a shower, she was the only one in the room. Picking it up, it was Christy.

"Amy? I feel guilty. I can't rest. I've been pacing my room for three hours straight,"

"You feel guilty. This coming from the one who wanted Trish to go down hard. The one who wanted revenge?"

"Yes. I wish I never-,"

"Don't say it, Christy. Trish got what she deserved for playing you,"

"For some reason, I don't believe you. I don't know why I believed you that night. She doesn't seem like the kind of person who's fake,"

"Believe it. She's fake all the time. Not a sincere bone in her body," .

"There might not be any bones left in her after what we did," Christy said, feeling remorse.

"And you should feel proud about that,"

"But I don't. I'm going to see her,"

"You know, if you do, you're out of the group again,"

"That's a chance I'm willing to take," Christy said, hanging up.

Seeing Adam walk out of the bathroom, she let out an angered huff. Shaking her head, she raised her eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"Christy's out of the group…again," Amy said in disbelief.

Reaching for her car keys, she left the room. Racing down four flights of stairs, she quickly made her way to the car. Juggling the keys in her hands, they fell to the floor. Picking them up, she quickly opened her door. Sitting inside, she pulled out her roadmap. Looking for the closest hospital near the arena, she found St. Mikes Hospital. Memorizing the route, she stuck the keys into the ignition and drove out of the garage.

Driving fast, she wanted to make it there before visiting hours were over. Turning left and turning right, speeding through changing street lights and pulling roll-throughs at stop signs, she reached the hospital, unscathed.

Racing inside, she made her way to the front desk. With someone in front of her, she waited. Finishing up his business, Christy was next.

"Hi, could you tell me where a Trish Stratus might be?" Christy asked, sweetly.

Looking through her records, she looked up from the computer. "Second floor, room 218,"

"Thank you very much,"

Running over to the elevator, she pushed the button. Watching it slowly descend down, she opted to take the stairs. Taking off her heels, she made a mad dash up the stairs. Walking out into the corridor, Christy slipped her shoes back on. Walking down the hall, she realized she was going the wrong way. Turning around, she made her way to the other side of the corridor.

Finding room 218, she could feel her heart in her throat. Stomach dropped, she took a deep breath. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door. Bracing herself for the worst, she waited. Wondering if it was the right room, she stood in front of the door.

Door opening, Victoria and Stacy were on the other side. Stoic. Snapping first, Victoria raised a closed fist only to have it turned down by Stacy. Sharply exhaling, the staring contest continued. Narrowing her eyes, Stacy tilted her head to the side.

"May we help you?" Stacy said.

"Yes. May we help you punch a hole right through your face?" Victoria said raising her fist again.

"So, what do you want?" Stacy asked getting impatient.

"How's Trish doing?" Christy asked having mustered enough courage to speak.

"Why should we tell you? So you can tell Adam and Amy the job didn't get done?" Victoria asked.

"Or is it so you'll know to beat her up more next time?" Stacy added.

"Or maybe because-," Victoria got cut off.

"No, it's because I feel guilty for what I did. Amy told me that you guys were talking about me after you left the bar. I didn't believe her at first but she twisted my arm and I believed her," Christy said starting to cry. "I'm so very sorry and I honestly didn't mean for it to go this far,"

Looking over her shoulder, Victoria caught sight of Jay. "I think you guys should come out here and see what's holding us up,"

Opening the door wider, everyone stood in disbelief, unable to fathom the nerve of Christy.

"You better leave before there's a murder committed," Chris said looking at Christy.

"Look, you guys don't have to believe me, but Amy made me think that you guys hate me-,"

"Got that right," Jay said.

"Amy made me think you guys hated me before, or at least the girls, and that's why this whole thing happened. I know it's not a proper explanation but before I die of guilt, can I please see Trish?"

Allowing her entry, Christy made it quick. Seeing Trish, the respirator and her cuts and bruises, she began to cry. Leaning in closer to her, she knew she had to apologize before she completely broke down.

"I am so very sorry for all this pain I've caused you, Trish. Amy brainwashed me and I believed it. I'm sorry and I hope you can forgive me sometime down the road,"

Standing upright, she fixed her shirt. Head downturned, she walked right past the group. Making a left, she waited for the elevator. Entering, she pushed for the ground floor. Head still downturned, she walked straight to her car. Opening and getting in, she pulled out of the space.

Driving back, she hit the wheel in frustration. Letting out a loud huff, she cursed. "Damn it,"

In sleepwear, Adam and Amy went door-to-door looking for the rest of their group. Knocking constantly on the doors of the group members, they waited until the doors opened. Getting Kane, Snitsky and Dawn out of bed, Masters was the only one left. Not answering the door, Adam tried his cell. Continuing the assault, Amy went back to knocking hard on the door.

Letting the phone ring, Adam waited for Masters to pick up, finally answering after the thirtieth ring.

"Open your door, NOW!" Adam yelled into the phone.

Answering the door, Masters looked at everyone's expressions. Confused, he shook his head.

"What the hell do you want?" Masters asked.

"Urgent meeting is being called. If you can, follow us back to our room. If you fall asleep on the way, we will drag you," Amy said.

"Why can't we go to my room?" Dawn asked, head pillowed on the wall, eyes closed.

"Because our room is the only room you guys wouldn't want to sleep in," Adam said.

"Good point," Dawn said.

Reaching their room, Adam opened the door. Everyone walking inside, they plumped themselves down on the chairs and couches.

"Okay, yeah. Where's Christy? Why is she exempt from this for?" Masters asked.

"Ooo, big word. Now at least we know your I.Q. is at least a three," Kane said towards Masters' comment.

"Can we please not fight. This meeting is about Christy,"

"She's dead, isn't she. Someone killed her, didn't they? And just as soon as I was beginning to like her, too," Dawn said lying down on the couch.

"No, but she might as well as be. She's left the group again. She called to tell me that she's was going to check up on Trish," Amy said.

"You call this urgent?" Snitsky asked. "This couldn't have waited until the morning?"

"No, because the brains of the group is gone…again. Now what do we do?" Amy asked.

"How bout wonder around aimlessly? That sounds like fun," Snitsky said.

"I can't believe you woke me up for this. I was having a program with Paul…for the title," Kane said.

Looking at him like he was crazy, Kane shrugged.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm suffering from withdrawal,"

"We don't need her. Her plan is in motion and all we need to do it follow what she told us," Masters said.

Kane and Snitsky turning their heads, they looked at Masters.

"That's probably the smartest thing you'll ever say during your sad existence. Anybody get that on tape? Mark today down on your calendars. Masters said something smart. This is a moment to remember. Let's take a picture. Anybody have a camera?" Snitsky said.

"Dude, you have a personality?" Adam asked, stunned.

"I'm sleep deprived thanks to your girlfriend over there,"

"So we done? I'm tired. I'm leaving whether you guys like it or not," Masters said.

"Fine, go. See the unimportance in this,"

"Okay. Gee, that was easy," Snitsky said.

Both men leaving the room, the remaining three heard snoring. Walking over to the couch, Dawn was fast asleep. Picking her up and placing her over his shoulder, Kane walked out.

Watching Christy walk away, they closed the door. Horribly frustrated, they all took their seats.

"Nerve," Chris said shaking his head.

"As much as I think we should talk about Christy right now, I'm getting the feeling that it would turn into a full-fledged debate on the best name to call her. As much as I would love that, looking at the time, I think we should just forget about what just happened and consider calling it a night," Jay said.

"I think Jay's right," Victoria said.

"Yeah. We've had a long day and instead of getting worked up, I think it's best to turn in," Benoit said.

"I third that motion," Val said.

Getting up from his seat, Chris reached for the blankets they had received from the nurse. Tossing them to every person in the room, they came in handy as cushions. Cracking the window wide open, Stacy returned to her chair.

"Hopefully everyone's comfortable," Chris said.

"As comfortable as we can be sleeping on chairs," Stacy said.

Saying goodnight, each person tried to get comfortable before falling asleep.

Walking into the room, nurse Alexis Carmichael made her way over to Trish. Unhooking the respirator, Trish woke up looking a bit dazed.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. I'm Alexis Carmichael and I'm your nurse for the time being,"

"And where might I be for you to be my nurse?" Trish asked confused.

"You're at St. Mikes Hospital in New Jersey. You were brought in late last night after suffering a vicious beat down,"

"I see,"

"You don't remember anything, do you? It's probably best. Your breakfast will be here in about ten minutes, okay?"

Looking around the room, she spotted her group mates. Looking to her side, she saw Chris asleep on the chair. Touching his hair, she stroked it.

"Wha-? Yeah, oh sure. That's just fine," Trish said with a smile.

Leaving the room, nurse Carmichael closed the door behind her.

Smiling, Trish couldn't believe the loyalty of her friends. Lifting her left arm, it felt heavy. Turning the covers over, she saw the cast. Trying hard to remember what happened, she reached for her phone on the bedside table. Scrolling through the recent calls, she saw Christy's name.

Closing her eyes, it came back to her. "Those bastards. They're so gonna get it,"

Door swinging open, it disturbed Trish's thoughts. Walking in, nurse Carmichael had breakfast. Handing it to Trish, she smiled and left.

Looking at her plate, she had eggs, milk, orange juice and toast. Happy for not receiving horrible bland food, Trish dug in. Eating her breakfast, at the corner of her eye she saw Chris twitch. Reaching over, she held his hand.

Twitching again, Chris shifted his position. Opening his eyes, he rolled over to check on Trish. Seeing her upright and awake, Chris pinched himself.

"OW!" Chris yelled loud enough to wake the others up.

"Jesus, what's wrong?" Val asked.

"Nothing. I just pinched myself,"

"And why is that?" Jay asked.

"Because I thought that Trish was awake, upright and eating,"

Taking a look at Trish, the group immediately got up from their seats. Walking over, they crowded around the bed.

"Chris, you dumbass. She is awake, upright and eating," Jay said.

Jolting up and looking over, Chris saw Trish awake, upright and eating. Reaching for her tray, Chris took it and handed it off to Benoit.

"Hold this for a second,"

Putting his hands on her cheeks, he leaned in. Lips touching, Chris kissed her with everything he had. Pulling back, Trish was left breathless. Getting the tray back from Benoit, Chris placed it in the hands of Trish.

Exhaling, he smiled. "Hi baby,"

"Hi," Trish said laughing.

"So how you feelin'?" Victoria asked.

"Well, when I woke up, I had forgot everything. I didn't know what happened last night or that I had a cast on my left arm,"

"You remember now, right?" Benoit asked.

"Yeah. Before Chris woke you guys up, I checked my phone. I put it together from there," Trish said taking a bite of her toast. "What I really want to know is did you guys actually sleep here overnight?"

"Yeah. The doctor allowed us so we took the opportunity," Val said.

"Aww, I feel so loved," Trish said with a smile.

"You should because you are," Chris said.

Looking at Trish's breakfast, Jay got hungry. "Who's hungry?"

"Always on cue. You'll be fine, right Trish?" Benoit asked.

"Oh yeah. You guys go, I'll survive,"

Walking out, they went to get their breakfast. Leaving Trish alone, she continued eating.