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.
"While getting our food, we debated on this," Victoria said.
"Debated what?" Trish asked.
"Last night, Christy came over to see how you were doing. She claimed that Amy brainwashed her and that she's sorry," Chris said.
"Oh, so that was her? I thought I remembered something like that,"
"Do you believe her?" Stacy asked.
"I really don't know if I should. I mean-if she was able to keep the same story, then maybe,"
"You are too forgiving," Jay said.
"I'm not saying that we should ask her to join the group or anything. I just like giving people the benefit of the doubt,"
"Do you mind filling us in. You know, on what happened last night?" Val asked.
"I remember walking over to her car. She was there all alone then she punched me. I don't know where the rest of them came from but I'm guessing that they were hiding somewhere,"
"Crafty little bastards, aren't they?" Benoit said.
"What I don't understand is why they did it. Do they think we're gonna sit on our asses and mope?" Jay asked.
"Maybe. Who knows what goes on in their heads. And quite frankly, I don't want to know," Val added.
"Now deliberately changing the subject, don't you guys have house shows to attend? Not that I'm pushing you away, I actually like all this attention," Trish said.
"We didn't tell you?" Chris said furrowing his brow.
"Nope,"
"Seems like it would be the first thing we would mention. Anyway, Val called Vince last night and told him the situation. I'm staying with you next week while they go to Raw. After, they're all gonna come back to Toronto,"
"I'm going home?" Trish asked, hopeful.
"Yes and no. You're gonna stay in the hospital a little longer," Stacy said. "You're gonna be airlifted to Toronto. It's the best way to recoup and plus, your lungs are still weak,"
"I see. At least I'll be back home. You guys are gonna stay for the week?"
"Not the whole week. Just until before the house shows start," Benoit said.
"Yeah. Coming to Toronto will give Jay and me a reason to visit the folks," Val said.
"That and so I can go tell Adams's parents their son's a prick," Jay said.
"Yeah, they'll enjoy that," Trish said, smiling.
"I'm sure they will," Jay replied.
"Not to go back there, but I think we should talk about strategy," Victoria said. "Does anyone have any ideas?"
Taking a moment to think, Jay thought of something.
"We could…ah, no. Or how bout…? No. What about…? I've got nothing," Jay said.
"We notice that," Benoit said.
Thinking, an idea came from the least likely source.
"How bout we set up a direct satellite feed from my hospital room? We cut a promo while you guys do it too," Trish said.
"Not a bad idea," Chris said. "That's why I love you,"
"Because I'm devious, vengeful and conniving?"
Exhaling dreamily, Chris nodded his head. "Yeah. No, but honestly, that's a really good idea,"
"Or you could cut through their promo. Knowing them, they would just because they're so proud of what they did," Victoria said.
"That's an idea. A very good one, actually," Benoit said scratching his stubbly beard.
"Or how bout something better? We attack a certain someone because this certain someone had a certain idea to hurt another curtain someone," Jay said.
"I think I follow you, but I'm not sure," Chris said. "Are you saying we attack a certain someone who had a certain idea to do a certain something to a certain someone but was certainly too terrified to do this certain deed that this certain someone got help from a certain group?"
"We've lost you, Chris," Val said.
Jay snapped his fingers. "Yes, that's exactly it,"
"Mind filling us in?" Stacy asked.
"They're saying that you should plan an attack on Christy since she did this to me," Trish said from her bed.
Turning their heads, both Chris and Jay looked at Trish. "How'd you know?" Jay asked.
"Get out of our minds, woman," Chris said.
"How could I not? Before you had that crush on Vicki, Jay, you and Chris came as a package. And over time I began to understand all the weird things you guys say thinking it's coded and that I wouldn't understand," Trish said with a smirk.
"So the time when we were talking about the most bangable women in the company, which was you three, naturally, you understood?" Chris asked.
"The whole thing,"
"Is that what you guys honestly talk about?" Victoria asked.
"We should really consider it a compliment, actually," Trish said.
"Well, it's not just us. Val and Benoit have weighed their opinions on this too," Jay said.
Looking at Val and Benoit, they tried to maintain an innocent look. Avoiding eye contact, they stared at the floor.
"For what it's worth, we agree with the whole debate," Val said.
"I think it's obvious that it's you three because, well for one, you're not Amy. Two, you're not manly. Three, all three of you are the prettiest by far. Four, you're names don't rhyme with 'Whorie.' And five, you're not Amy," Benoit added.
"Five very interesting and thought provoking points," Victoria said.
"Anyone else worth mentioning who has had a say in this?" Stacy asked.
Looking at the floor, Jay mumbled something.
"What? Could you speak a little louder?" Victoria asked.
Mumbling a bit louder, it was still incoherent.
"A little bit more there, honey,"
"The whole men's locker room," Jay said.
"So the whole men's locker room thinks we're the most bangable?" Stacy asked.
"Yes'm. Well, except for Paul who said that Chyna was the most bangable…and for Teddy Long who said that Mae…Young was…the most…bangable," Jay said, disgusted.
"He's got a thing for eighty year old women?" Trish asked.
"We guess so," Chris said, looking queasy. "We don't know why he's got a thing for her. I mean-why would he want an old women whom-,"
"Please stop right there," Trish said.
"Oh thank god. I didn't even want to picture that,"
"Moving on…who's hungry?" Jay asked, clearly changing the subject.
"Appropriate. You saved us from an awkward moment," Chris said.
"You see my point exactly. It was either that or 'Who wants to go skydiving!'" Jay replied.
"Very commendable of you to say something like that," Benoit said.
"I think I'm gonna take you up on that offer," Val said walking out of the room quite quickly.
Seeing the looks on the women's faces, the men decided to follow Val and run out of the room.
Taking a seat next to Trish's bed, Victoria and Stacy sat down. "You seem very fine with this," Stacy commented.
"What can I say? I go weak at the knees at a compliment. It's not like we don't do it," Trish said.
"True, but I like giving them heat for it," Victoria said with a smile.
Reaching behind, Trish tried to fluff her pillow. Struggling deeply, Stacy offered to help.
"Here, let me get that," Stacy said fixing the pillow.
"Thanks. Damn cast. I'm so handicapped now,"
"Do you need anything else?" Victoria asked.
"I'm fine. Just a bit sore but I'm alright,"
Walking back into the room, the guys were back with food. Trays of fries, pizza, burgers and drinks, they offered it to the women.
"Who wants pizza and a Diet Coke?" Jay asked.
Taking the tray, Victoria sat back down in her seat.
"Burger, fries and Iced Tea?" Benoit asked.
Raising her hand, Benoit gave Stacy the tray.
"You're okay, right Trish?" Chris asked.
"Yeah. I'll just steal out of your plate,"
Moving over slightly, Trish made room on her bed for Chris. Sitting down, Chris began eating his burger. Looking at his tray, Trish took a few fries.
"So what's our plan?" Trish asked.
"Our plan is making sure you get healthy and stay safe," Chris said.
"I know that one. I mean the other one,"
"Direct satellite feed during their promo, a promo of ours and we beat up Christy at dawn," Jay said.
"Dawn? Really? You know, cause I was thinking sometime after the show. Preferably not too late since an impending flight to Toronto is at stake," Val said.
"Okay, fine. We attack Christy at high noon. No wait, low tide, mid-morning, dusk…ah, fuck it. After the show," Jay said.
"Oh, don't forget the plan to say 'Hi' to Adam's parents. Make sure you make them feel guilty about raising a prick son," Trish said.
"Will do," Jay said.
"Chris, have you called Vince yet?" Val asked.
"Damn, I forgot. I'll call him when I arrive in Toronto,"
Hearing a knock at the door, it opened to reveal nurse Carmichael on the other side. Greeting everybody in the room, she stood beside Trish.
"How you holdin' up, honey?" nurse Carmichael asked.
"Not bad. I have my friends and I'm just a bit sore,"
"Really? No fall-outs? Damn. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the helicopter is ready to take you home,"
"Is there room for me?" Chris asked.
"Yeah. I told them to send over an extra large helicopter,"
"So I guess this is goodbye for now?" Trish said.
"You don't want to keep it waiting. We'll see you soon Trish," Stacy said.
"Someone will be around for the satellite hook-up. So there's nothing to worry about," Benoit said.
"We'll see you guys later," Chris said.
Being wheeled out, Trish yelled from the hall. "Be careful on Monday!"
Yelling back, Stacy replied. "We will!"
Taking the elevator up to the roof, they loaded Trish into the helicopter. Chris following after, they closed the door. Waving from the pad, nurse Carmichael said bye to Chris and Trish. Waving back, Chris hoped she saw it.
Finishing up her breakfast in the hotel's restaurant, Christy got up from her seat. Reaching into her purse, she took out a ten as the tip. Placing it on the table, she began walking towards the exit. Seeing Amy and them sitting right by it, she hit a snag. Unable to find another way out, she took and deep breath a hoped they wouldn't see her.
Walking right past the table, she felt a tug at her arm. It was Amy.
"Why are you in such a rush?" Amy said.
Scoffing, Christy rolled her eyes. "You so know why,"
"So how's Trish?" Adam asked.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because we're legitimately concerned," Amy said.
"We are? I thought we wanted to know how much damage was done to her," Masters said.
Sharing looks, both Kane and Snitsky raised a hand. Connecting with each side of his head, they hit Masters for the dumb comment.
"I see the group hasn't changed," Christy said, looking at Masters.
"Why won't you tell us?" Adam asked.
"Because I don't trust you guys,"
Getting up from her seat, Dawn walked over to Christy. Putting an arm around her shoulder, she tried to coax the answer out of her.
"I'm your friend, right?"
"That all depends on whether you're playing me to get the answer,"
Taking her arm off of Christy's shoulder, Dawn sat back down in her seat. Shrugging her shoulders, she looked at the group.
"I tried. She's not a guy, okay? It doesn't work as well, unless they're lesbian. You're not a lesbian, are you?" Dawn asked Christy, slitting her eyes.
"No,"
"Okay then. I tried,"
"You want to know how Trish is doing? She's just fine," Christy said, breathing quickly.
"You're lying," Amy said.
"No, I'm not. You can't prove anything,"
"You were breathing quite quickly when you said she was fine. That seems a bit suspicious, don't you think, Adam?"
"Actually, I do, Amy,"
"I don't," Masters chimed in. "She's just finally noticed how incredibly hot I am,"
Raising their hands again, Kane and Snitsky hit Masters in the side of the head.
"Do you ever think something you don't say?" Snitsky asked.
"What I think is that you're coming on to me," Masters said.
Raising his hand, Snitsky looked at Kane. "Please let me do this?"
Exhaling, Kane nodded. "Fine. I can't wait until this is all over. First thing I do, after my program with Paul…for the title, I'm so asking for a match against you, Masters,"
Raising his hand and with a huge smile, Snitsky gave Masters a hard whack to the back of his head.
"She's hooked to a respirator, isn't she?" Adam said.
Not answering, Adam guessed right. "I am right, aren't I?"
"Yes, fine you're right. Happy?" Christy said raising her voice. "That and a broken left arm,"
"That's it?" Adam said. "We have to try harder next time,"
Walking away, Christy got pulled back again.
"Where you goin'? Come on, sit down and join the group," Amy said.
"Please tell me the benefits of doing so,"
"Because if you don't, we will use this information you just gave us against you,"
"Blackmail?"
"Yes. You see, it is very simple. You dearly want Trish and the rest of them to forgive you, but they won't when they find out that you're the one who told us about her symptoms," Amy said. "And once they find that out, they will never believe you,"
"So the benefit is you don't get ratted out. You leave, your ass is grass," Adam said.
Unable to believe what she got herself into, Christy sat down. Shaking her head, she was mad at herself. "I'm so gonna regret this,"
"Don't say that," Adam said. "It's time to talk strategy,"
