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.


"How you holdin' up? Do you need anything? Thirsty? Hungry?" Chris asked Trish.

"Baby I'm fine. Well, as fine as I could be with a broken arm and the fact that I need to be hooked up to a respirator at night," Trish said reassuring Chris.

"Don't hesitate. If there's something you need, I'll go get it. Even if I have to drive for five hours to get it, I will,"

"Actually, come to think of it, there is something that I need,"

"What?"

"You," Trish said, patting her bed.

Smiling, Chris walked over. Sitting down, Trish placed her head on his shoulder. "Aside from me, are you sure you don't need anything?"

Moving his head closer, their lips met. Kissing down her mouth to her neck, they were both startled by the loud knock at the door. Walking in, Chris and Trish noticed the men. Roadies from the company, they set-up the satellite feed. Saying nothing, they left the room.

"That was quite weird," Chris said.

"I know. Not even a 'hello'. Anyway, where were we again?"

"I think I had my lips attached to your wondrous neck," Chris said going back to adoring the same spot on Trish.

Sending her into a frenzy, his constant kisses were driving her wild. Looking at the clock, it was nine. Not wanting Chris to stop, she whimpered and pushed him away. Wondering if he did something wrong, he pouted.

Kissing it away, Trish smiled. "As much as I would love for you to continue, Raw's on,"

"Oh yeah. That show that cuts through our make-out sessions. I remember," Chris said with a smile.

Reaching for the controller, Trish found the broadcast.

Standing in the ring, Jay held the mic. With the rest of his group members behind him, he looked straight into the camera. Waiting for the chants to die down, he slit his eyes.

"Last week, after the show was over, one of our members was brutally attacked by Edge and his posse. Trish was lead to believe that Christy, who had recently left the group, wanted to show her something in the garage. All of you may be saying that Trish was stupid to do something like that, but you see, Trish is a good woman who likes to give people the benefit of the doubt. After five minutes of waiting for her return back to the locker room, she didn't, so we went to look for her. We found her bloodied, battered and bruised on the garage floor. Being taken to the hospital, she was diagnosed with a fractured left arm and weak lungs. ARE YOU HAPPY Adam? You beat her within an inch of her life. You should be very proud. Everyone give Adam a hand,"

The crowd booing heavily, the group smiled.

"You hear that? You hear that Adam? They all fucking hate your guts. You've got no friends and only enemies. I can assure you that Trish will be back to KICK YOUR ASS with all of us right behind her. Chris and Trish may not be here, but they just might make an appearance tonight. Watch out Adam," Jay said with a huge smirk.

Dropping the mic, they left the ring.

"You hear that, Adam? Trish and Chris are here…somewhere," Dawn said, paranoid. "Are you happy now? We're all gonna get killed,"

"You actually believe him? I know Jay well enough to know that he's bluffing. This is what he wanted to do. What is she gonna do? Come down to the ring with an I.V. tube sticking out of her arm? Please. They will not be here tonight," Adam assured his team.

"I don't know. Out of all of you, I've known Trish the longest and she's been known to do things even when injured. I think we should just be a bit more careful than usual," Amy said.

"They're coming to get me, I know it," Christy said. "I'm not going out there tonight. I can't. God only knows what they could have rigged up. Something could fall on me…like an anvil,"

"An anvil? Even I'm not that stupid. There's no such thing as anvils," Masters said.

Looking around, Masters was waiting to get hit. Seeing both Snitsky and Kane at the other end of the room, he felt safe. Having both Amy and Dawn beside him, he perked up. Raising their hands, they connected with each side on his head, giving him a hard whack.

Shaking his head at Masters, Adam stood up. "Look, they will not be here, no anvils will fall from the sky and nothing will happen to us. Our promo is on in three minutes. I think we should get going,"

Getting up and walking towards the door, they exited and made their way to the ring.

Standing in the ring, the crowd started up with a chant of "We want Trish!" Getting fed up with the loyalty for the 'Sexy Beasts', Adam got livid.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE PUNKS!" Adam yelled into the mic.

Getting offended by his remark, the crowd became rowdy. Throwing cups, paper and food, it littered the ring. Continuing with the chants, Adam smiled.

"We want Trish. We want Trish," Adam said mockingly. "Trish ain't coming. Chant all you want. We beat her within an inch of her life. She's probably hooked up to a respirator to help her from dying we hurt her so bad. Even if she doesn't croak, don't expect her back anytime soon. She's injured beyond belief. We did so much damage-,"

Hearing a familiar voice, the crowd popped. Adam and his group members astonished, they all turned their attention to the Titian Tron.

"Hey guys. Oh, is this a bad time? We're so sorry that we didn't notice that. You guys continue. No, really. At a loss for words? I'm not you motherfucking, scum-sucking, 'we-can't-take-Trish-out-so-lets-ambush-her', friends of Satan pile of sorry shits. You guys are unbelievable. Did you honestly think that I wasn't gonna come back? Do you not know me that well? I'm a fighter and I will be back, isn't that right Chris?"

Camera panning to the left, Chris was in the shot. Crowd popping for him, he smiled. "Hey guys. Didn't think I was here, did you? Thought that I would just mope around and turn all soft, didn't you? Come on, admit it. I'm gonna make this short. In a few weeks time, Trish will make her return. Next week, I'll be back to kick your sorry asses. But for the time being, for one night only, Shelton Benjamin and Steven Richards are honorary members,"

Getting ambushed by the 'Sexy Beasts' with Shelton and Steven, Adam and his group tried to get away. Escaping, everybody was out of the ring except for Adam. Backing away from the fight and up the ramp, Adam was left alone. Being surrounded, the group pounced. Battered and bloody, the attack stopped. Lying limp in the ring, they left and walked up the ramp. Crowd cheering, they chanted 'Sexy Beasts'.

Paramedics coming to his aid, Adam was put into a stretcher. Being wheeled backstage, he went straight into an ambulance. Sirens blaring, he was taken to the closest hospital.

"That was fun," Shelton said.

"I know. That was one hell of a rush," Steven said. "Maybe we should start up our own stable,"

"It was really cool of Chris to do that," Shelton said.

"Chris is a great guy and if it wasn't for you two, our plan that one week wouldn't have worked to perfection," Jay said.

"So true," Steven said. "So how's Trish doing?"

"She's doing great. Upbeat about everything and her injuries aren't as bad as Adam would like to think they are," Val said.

"Alright. We're gonna get going. Get out of your hair," Shelton said.

"Wait, before you do. I have one question," Victoria said. "Most bangable,"

"You, Stacy and Trish," Steven said nonchalantly.

"They found out about the debate? Sucks for you," Shelton said, smiling.

"We take it as a compliment," Stacy said smiling.

"We'll see you guys later," Steven said walking through the door.

"Later Stevie," Benoit said.

"Bye Shelty," Val said closing the door.

"Final bit of business before we leave…take care of Christy," Jay said sadistically.

Agreeing, they reached for their bags. Walking out the door, they went straight to the garage. Fisting his keys, Jay pulled them out from his pocket. Unlocking the door, they got in and waited for Christy.

Watching the door open a couple of times, none of the people walking through was her. Peaking her head out the window, Victoria spotted her car still in her spot.

"She's still here. That's all I can tell you," Victoria said.

"When's our flight leave?" Stacy asked.

"Not until one. We have time, don't worry," Benoit said.

Swinging open, finally the person they wanted walked through. Waiting until her back was to them, they got out of the car. Sneaking up behind her, Victoria hit first. Falling to the ground, the rest of the group began administering blows to her torso, legs and arms. Giving her final kicks to the head, they left.

Getting back into the car, Jay drove off.

Not entirely knocked out, Christy reached for her purse. Patting the surrounding area, she felt the material. Digging deep, she found her phone. Number on speed dial, Christy called Amy.

"Amy…garage, floor, attacked,"

Succumbing to her injuries, Christy was knocked out.

Walking in the halls of Philadelphia International airport, they were looking for their terminal. Checking the ticket again, Benoit huffed.

"Terminal three is the other way,"

"But we just came from there and didn't see anything," Jay said.

"But these are international flights. I'm pretty sure a flight to Toronto isn't international," Benoit replied.

"Would it kill you to ask?" Victoria said.

"It's a blow to my pride and sense of direction,"

"Dude, you know and we know your sense of direction sucks. Don't even," Val said.

"Fuck pride. I'm gonna ask," Victoria said.

Walking up to security, she smiled. "Excuse me, do you know where terminal three is?"

Pointing the opposite way, he nodded his head. "It's that way, ma'am,"

"Thank you very much," Victoria said. "Now was that so hard?"

"Yes. You've killed my pride, you're aware of that, right?"

"You'll live,"

"Just for that, I'm gonna make sure I embarrass you guys on the plane," Jay said.

"Jay, there's no possible way to do something incredibly stupid on a plane without getting thrown off," Stacy said.

"Oh you just watch. I've been planning this for months," Jay said with an evil grin.

"Um, steward? May I have another pillow please?" Jay asked.

"I'm sorry sir, but you've taken all of the pillows. There's none left for the other passengers,"

"Okay, then. Can I have another blanket?"

"You've managed to use those too,"

"I guess this'll do,"

Looking at his group mates, Jay smiled. "So how do you like it?"

Having made a huge fort out of pillows and blankets, the group was embarrassed. Hands on their faces, they shook their heads.

"Thank god this is only an hour flight," Victoria said.

"That's what you get for messing with my pride. You get me making a huge fort-,"

"And an ass out of yourself," Benoit said.

"I wasn't done. As I was saying, you get me making a huge fort in public,"

"Alright. Then we get you making an ass out of yourself in public instead of in private," Benoit said.

"Touché,"

"For what it's worth, can we at least join you?" Stacy asked.

"My fort only," Jay said, sticking out his tongue. Ducking his head, he went back inside. Placing a sign, it read 'No Visitors'.

"His fort only, eh?" Val said. "We'll see about that,"

Reaching over, he took two pillows off the top of the fort. Handing them to the girls, he took another two pillows for Benoit and himself. Looking up and seeing his roof missing, Jay stood up.

"MY ROOF!"

"Welcome to Toronto. If everybody would stay seated and fasten their belts, we'll be landing shortly," the pilot said over the intercom.

Signing her release forms, Trish was able to go home. Had promised to wait, Chris and Trish sat in the lobby.

"You don't think the plane got delayed, do you?" Trish asked.

"If it did, they would have called us. They'll be here soon,"

"What if…you know, Adam and them…,"

"With the way they left him in the ring, the rest of the group wouldn't even dare. Trust me,"

"Hope you're right," Trish said holding Chris' hand.

Hearing familiar voices from down the hall, both recognized the tone. Feeling better that they were okay, Trish ran down the hall to meet up with her friends. Hugging everybody, she smiled.

"What are you doing out of your bed?" Val asked, concerned.

"I've been released. I'm going home and you guys are coming,"

"No. We couldn't impose on you like that," Benoit said.

"Of course you can. I have more than enough room and really, where else are you guys gonna stay?"

"At a hotel?" Jay said as an obvious answer.

"No, you guys are staying with me. It's settled,"

"Come on guys. Don't fight it. You know how good she is at persuading. Just give in," Chris said.

"Alright, we'll stay with you. But as soon as we see the slightest bit of-," Stacy said.

"Nothing. This is gonna be fun," Trish said.

Exiting the hospital, the five of them went with Jay while Chris led the way with Trish joining him. Driving down the highway and finally exiting, they were in residential areas. Taking lefts and rights, Chris pulled into Trish's neighbourhood. With Jay right behind him the whole time, they both pulled into Trish's driveway.

Getting their bags out from the truck, they walked up the porch steps and into her house. Nice and breezy as opposed to outside, they group cooled down.

"Damn it's humid out there," Jay said. "I don't remember Toronto being this hot,"

"I know. We've been having a heat wave since May," Trish said. "You can place your bags down anywhere,"

Walking deeper into her house, they sat down in her den. Two thirty in the morning, everybody was quite tired. Sleepy-eyed and exhausted, sleeping was the first option.

"All is needed to know is that I've got five rooms so Val and Ben, there's no worry about sleeping together," Trish said, grinning.

"Damn. And I was looking forward to bunking with Chris," Val said.

"Former porn star or not, I don't roll that way," Benoit said.

"Gimmick. GIMMICK!"

Walking back to the foyer, everyone picked up their bags. Ascending up the stairs, the men were first. Women lingering behind, they were heard laughing.

"So you're telling me that Jay made a fort on the plane?" Trish asked.

"Yup. With all the pillows and blankets on the plane," Stacy said.

"The whole nine yards. Fine, we were embarrassed but the least he could have done was allow us into his fort which he didn't," Victoria said. "So Val took the pillows from his roof. You should have seen his face. Jay stood up and yelled 'MY ROOF!' It was so funny,"

Hearing the story from up the stairs, Chris looked at Jay. Smiling, he shook his head. "I can't believe you did it. You have been talking about that for years and when you finally decide to do it, I'm not on the flight?"

"They hurt my pride. It was time to unleash that," Jay said.

"You got to do that again sometime. Anyway man, night,"

"Night Chris,"

Knocking on Val and Benoit's doors, Chris said his final goodnights. Seeing the girls on his way back to his room, Chris smiled. "Night ladies,"

"Night Chris," Victoria and Stacy said in unison.

Making it to his room, Trish was already in bed. Closing the door and turning off the lights, Chris got in right beside her. Hugging her close, Chris kissed her ear. "Night baby,"

Smiling, Trish hummed her appreciation. "Night Chris,"