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.


Aroma of coffee filling her lungs, Trish woke up to a bright ray of light streaming into her room. Rolling around, Chris wasn't there. Seeing the door open and hearing noises coming from downstairs, she had an inkling of where he could have been.

Putting on her robe, Trish made her way down the stairs. Peaking into the kitchen, she found Chris making breakfast. Table set with seven places with toast, eggs and bacon on everyone's plate, he was making coffee.

Spotting Trish in the doorway, Chris was glowing. "Breakfast is served,"

"Morning baby," Trish said while giving Chris his morning kiss. "It looks amazing, but where are our guests?"

"That's the problem. They all seem quite deep into their sleep,"

Grabbing Chris' hand, she lead him around the house. "I have an idea. My cousins would always do this to me whenever we had a sleepover,"

Looking through the toy chest in the basement, Trish found what she was searching for. Pulling out two water guns, she handed one to Chris.

"Make sure to fill it up with cold water," Trish said.

Smiling ear to ear, Chris kissed Trish on the cheek. "You have quite an evil streak going, don't you? You are turning more and more into me…Ryan,"

"You're so gonna regret that," Trish said as Chris ran up the stairs.

Catching Chris in the kitchen filling up the water gun, Trish walked right up to him. Hugging, she kissed the small of his bare back. Shuddering the slightest, Chris turned around, smiling.

"I was gonna regret that?"

"No, this," Trish said, spraying Chris with water.

Face wet and hair dripping, Chris stood there, mouth agape. "I'm giving you a two second head start. I'm bringing my gun with me full with cold water at your request. If you're not careful, you will get wet. I'm gonna get you in, 1, 2,"

Gun in hand, Trish quickly made her way up the stairs. Chris right on her tail, she ran into their bedroom. Following right behind her, Chris had Trish cornered. Walking backwards, she bumped into the bed. Falling down onto it, Chris made his move. Spraying her with water, he jumped onto the queen-size bed. Lying on top of Trish, Chris just looked at her. Face and hair wet, he just smiled.

Unable to resist, Chris leaned in. Passionately kissing, he pulled back. "I told you I would get you,"

"Not fair. You run faster than me. You don't have boobs to carry around," Trish said, pouting.

Kissing the pout away, Chris rolled his eyes. "You're just mad that I got you. You know, we should do this more often,"

"In the house? No, see, that's what backyards are for,"

"But what about what you did to me in the kitchen?"

"That doesn't count because I was teaching you a lesson. That's a different story,"

"Then that means this one doesn't count because I was doing the same," Chris said with a smile.

"God, I love it when you smile,"

"I love it when you call my name," Chris said, smirking.

"How long was that? Twenty minutes before something filthy came out of your mouth? Why aren't I surprised?"

"Because it wouldn't be me otherwise,"

Looking at the clock, it was nearly noon. Pushing him up and arms at either side, Chris whimpered. "You don't love me anymore?"

"You are horrible. Chris, it's almost noon, everyone's still asleep, the food's getting cold and we have Raw to attend later,"

Rolling off and falling hard on the bed, Chris outstretched his arms. Placing one hand on Trish's tummy, he slowly caressed her.

"Tease," Trish said getting up from bed.

"Damn. And I was so close, too,"

Smiling, Trish motioned for Chris to get up. "Come on, get your gun. It's spraying time,"

Walking over to Jay and Victoria's room first, they quietly stepped inside. Making it over to the bed, they aimed. Pointing right at their heads, they both released the trigger. Sputtering and rolling around, Victoria opened her eyes. Vision setting, she saw the dripping guns in their hands. Saying nothing, she got up and walked over to her bag. Pulling out a small towel, she dried her face. Raising an eyebrow, she shook her head.

"You guys are horrible,"

"Good morning to you too," Trish said, smirking.

"Was this Chris' idea?"

Feeling offended, Chris pouted. Placing a dramatic hand to his heart, his eyes grew wide. "As if this face would ever think of something so cruel,"

"Okay, so it was Trish. Either way, it was childish,"

"You're just jealous cause you're wet," Trish said, childishly.

"So what are we gonna do about Jay?" Victoria asked

"Leave him. We'll get him later," Chris said.

Exiting the room, the next victim was Stacy. All three walking in, they crowded her bed.

Aiming, they released. Shot straight at her head, Stacy jolted up. Rubbing her eyes, she was confused.

"What the hell's going on?"

"Morning Stace," Trish said.

"Water guns? This a normal tradition or something?"

"Oh yeah, quite old. Blame my cousins,"

"So it wasn't Chris' idea. Shocking,"

"Hey! Does this face look like it would think of a plan quite as devious as this?" Chris said, pouting once again.

Laughing, Stacy smiled. "Yeah," Looking at Victoria, her face seemed wet too. "Same wake-up?"

"Yup. Same twisted, evil plan," Victoria said handing Stacy her towel.

"What about Jay?"

"Still sound asleep," Chris said.

"Come, join the dark side. Benoit and Val are next," Trish said.

Getting out of bed, Stacy followed the rest of them out of her room. Sleeping on his stomach, they improvised. Agreeing to squirt in Benoit's ears, they pulled the trigger. Quickly reaching for his ears, Benoit rolled around.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

"Morning Ben," Chris said, dripping water on Benoit's arm.

"You know that's evil, right?" Benoit said.

"Oh yeah, we know. But it's fun, too!" Chris said.

Pointing to Chris, he shook his head. "This must have been your idea,"

"Who me? Little 'ol me? Impossible,"

"Actually, you can thank my cousins,"

Shocked, Benoit pointed at Trish in astonishment. "You? This was your devious plan? The injured one?"

"Yeah, me. Let's go. We still have Val and Jay. And plus, breakfast has been ready since eleven thirty,"

Looking at the clock, it showed twelve fifteen. Looking back at Chris and Trish, the group was puzzled.

"We fooled around for about twenty minutes," Chris said, nonchalantly.

"You did the deed in twenty minutes?" Victoria asked. "That must suck,"

"Not like that, you dirty-minded people," Trish said. "Now seriously, let's go wake-up Val,"

Turning around, someone was blocking the doorway. Standing in his boxers, Val rubbed his eyes. Yawning, he noticed the guns. "What are you guys doing with those?"

Sharing quick looks, Chris and Trish squirted Val. Standing still, Val looked at himself. Head and torso wet, he laughed. "Nicely done,"

"Finally. Someone who enjoys a good joke," Chris said.

"Where's Jay?" Val asked.

"Still asleep," Victoria said.

Smiling evilly, Val stepped aside. "He's next, isn't he?"

"Oh yeah," Chris said, excitedly.

Stepping back inside Jay's room, the group noted his position. Left leg dangling off the bed, right arm outstretched and drooling off the left side of his mouth.

"I always wondered why his mouth was wet in the mornings," Victoria said.

Shuddering, Chris pulled the covers completely off. Sleeping in his boxers, Jay snorted.

"I always knew I heard pig sounds," Victoria added. "It's all making sense now,"

Aiming at his boxers, Chris shot. Nozzle pointed at Jay's head, Trish released. Moving a bit higher, Chris squirted water into his navel. Mouth opening, Trish aimed. Twisting and turning, Jay rolled off the bed. Falling face first, he woke up. Rolling onto his back, he looked up at the group. Everyone laughing, Jay felt his body. Wet, he was confused.

Standing up, he saw the water guns. Shaking his head, he singled out Trish. "It was you, wasn't it?"

"Does this face look-,"

"Oh get off your high horse. He was talking about me," Trish said, playfully hitting Chris in the chest.

"Evil schemes seem to be your forte now," Jay said.

"Thanks to you and Chris,"

"Breakfast is ready. It's quite cold, but it's still there," Chris said, proudly.

"What are we having?" Benoit asked.

Cleaning his ears, Chris was confused. "Wait, who just asked that?"

"I did,"

"Seems like a question Jay would ask,"

"Ha ha. Funny Chris. Fine. If you're so used to routine…what's for breakfast?"

"Eggs, bacon, toast and cold coffee," Chris said proudly.

"Actually, by this time, I think they're all cold," Trish said.

"Oh well. We'll microwave it then," Chris said.

"Okay, ew," Victoria said. "That's just gross,"

"We'll settle for eating them cold," Val said.

"Alright then. What are we waiting for? Let's eat," Chris said.

Looking for a change of clothes, Jay stayed behind. "You guys go. I'm gonna change,"

"We'll see you downstairs," Stacy said.

"Chris, these are really good," Victoria said, eating more of her eggs.

Brimming with pride, Chris smiled. "Thank you. Anybody want any more?"

"Is there any need to ask?" Jay said.

"Dumb question, I agree. So what do you want?"

"Scrambled eggs are fine,"

"Coming right up," Chris said getting out of his seat. Walking over to the refrigerator, he took out two eggs. Door still open, he turned his head. "Anybody else want while I'm here?"

"We're fine Chris, thanks," Val said.

"More coffee, anyone?" Trish asked looking at the empty pot.

"Won't hurt," Benoit said.

Turning the tap on, Trish filled up the pot. Placing it on one of the smaller heads, she turned the stove on. Sitting back down, the phone rang. Running over to the den, Trish searched for the phone. Looking under pillows and papers, she found it sitting in the charger. Picking it up, she was shocked to hear the voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Hi Trish. This is Vince,"

"Oh, hi Mr. McMahon. How are you doing?" Trish said, looking at her friends at the table. Sharing the same looks, everyone was wondering why Vince called.

"Quite fine. Family's great and I'm a grandfather. Not to be rude, but I didn't call for a friendly chat. This is about Raw tonight. I'm calling you to inform you that you and your stable are banned from the arena,"

"May I ask why?"

"You may, but I'm not going to tell you just yet. To be fair, Adam and his stable are also banned. Just watch Raw tonight and you'll all find out,"

"Okay," Trish said, still confused.

"Oh, by the way, how are you feeling?"

"Well since I'm home the respirator is gone, but I still have a cast. Do you want to talk to Chris since you wanted him to call?"

"No no. I just wanted to know how you were doing, that's all. Okay then, enjoy the free day. Goodbye Trish," Vince said hanging up the phone.

"What was that all about?" Stacy asked.

"Vince has banned us from the arena tonight. And Adam too,"

"Did he say why?" Benoit asked.

"No, that's the weird thing. All he said was to make sure we watch Raw,"

"So we wait. What's the big deal?" Jay said, nosily eating his eggs.

Pilling into Trish's car, all seven of them went for a drive. Jay driving, Val was in the passengers seat. Squishing in the back, Victoria sat, with Stacy on Benoit's lap while Trish on Chris. Remembering the route, Jay and Val talked amongst themselves, telling each other which way to go.

"So you're telling me that you two, the one's who don't live in Toronto anymore, remember exactly where Adam's parents live?" Trish asked.

"It's kinda hard to forget. They live right next to a sex shop. How else do you think Adam turned out the way he did?" Jay said.

"Of course you would remember a sex shop," Victoria said sarcastically.

"Um, Jay? Are you sure you're going the right way?" Val asked.

"Yeah. I used to take this path all the time. It's a shortcut,"

"Oh no. Wait a minute. That's a double negative," Chris said.

"What are you talking about?" Jay asked.

"You and shortcuts don't mix. Remember that one time you said you knew a shortcut through the woods?"

"Yeah. That was a great shortcut. It saved us ten minutes,"

"Noo, it added fifteen minutes. You drove us over a frozen lake. The car stalled and there were wolves right behind us, scratching at the van. If you hadn't thrown out your sandwich, they would have never followed us. We could have gotten out of the car without worry of our legs being bitten off and turned the van around onto the road,"

"That was one glitch,"

"Then there was the other time when you insisted on driving through a cactus patch. You forgot to fill up the tank and we had to push the damn car through the patch. Remember that one, Ben?"

"How could I forget? I think I still have thorns somewhere stuck in me,"

"Fine. Two glitches. That's not bad,"

"Then there was that time with Vicki and I and you were driving-," Stacy began.

"Okay fine. I suck. No more shortcuts for me. But I promise you, this one will work,"

Driving through alleyways, they turned onto residential areas again.

"Oh my god, I see houses," Victoria said jokingly.

"See. Okay, now which one was their house again?"

"The one with the hydrant on the lawn. Blue garage door," Val said.

Spotting the house, Jay took note of the number, 469. Pulling into the driveway, everyone got out. Walking up the small steps to the front door, everyone stood behind Jay and Val. Ringing the doorbell, they waited. Hearing noises from inside the house, someone finally opened the door. Looking at the two men, the older man smiled. Wife joining him at the door, she also recognized Jay and Val.

"Look at you two. We haven't see you since god knows when," Adam's dad, Joseph said.

"How have you two been? Still in wrestling?" Adam's mother, Judy asked.

Astonished, Jay and Val looked at each other. Laughing out loud, everyone looked at Trish. Lulling her laughter to giggles, Val and Jay returned their attention back to Adam's parents.

"It's great to see the both of you too. But we're not here for a visit," Val said.

"We're here to deliver a message. It's about Adam. The both of you have raised a prick for a son," Jay said.

"Yup. Anyway, it was great seeing you two again. Have a nice day," Val said.

Parents smiling, everyone was still astonished. Going back to the car, they got in and drove off. Waving from the porch, Adam's parents went back inside. Looking in the backseat, Val was still shocked. "What the hell was that?"

"I have no clue," Jay said.

"That was creepy. Maybe they don't know the meaning of 'prick'," Stacy said.

"Maybe they thought it was a compliment," Victoria said.

"Have they been living under a rock for two months? They're whole life? How could they not know what Adam's doing?" Chris asked.

"I think we all were thinking that same thing," Benoit said.

"That may have been weird but that line about you guys wrestling was the best," Trish said. Thinking back, she began laughing again.

"The funny thing is, I don't think they got offended by your laugh. What planet do these people live on?" Jay asked.

"God only knows. What time is it?" Val asked.

"Almost six," Stacy said looking at her watch.

"Who's hungry?" Jay asked.

"Do you know where to go?" Trish asked.

"Eh. I'll just drive around until I find a place,"

"You sure? If you take the next right turn, there's a Harvey's down the street,"

"I haven't had Harvey's since the last time I was in Toronto," Val said, excited. "Quick Jay. Turn, turn, turn!"

"Harvey's?" Benoit asked.

"Better than McDonalds, Wendy's and Arby's put together," Chris said.

"Who goes to Arby's anyway?" Victoria asked.

"Idiots?" Val asked.

"Seems about right,"

Finding a space, Jay pulled in. Turning off the car, everyone got out.