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.
Sitting around the table, it was Sunday. The day of the pay-per-view. Eating the breakfast made by Chris, everybody enjoyed the food. Pulling out all the stops, plates of bacon, toast, eggs and pancakes occupied the table.
"I said this yesterday and I'm gonna say it again, Chris you are one great cook," Victoria said.
"Ever consider hosting your own cooking show after wrestling?" Jay asked.
"How pathetic is that?" Chris said. "I don't think people would want to see a washed-up wrestler teaching them how to cook. I'll just stick to Fozzy,"
"Now that's pathetic," Benoit said. "I've seen your shows and I would think there's nothing worse than seeing a retired wrestler, who hasn't worked-out since his last match, on stage without a shirt,"
"You guys got it all wrong. Chris will be like Flair. Even when he's sixty or seventy, god only knows how old the man is, he'll still be wrestling with his saggy man breasts," Trish said giving Chris a peck on the cheek. Getting up, she refilled the coffee pot for the third time that morning.
"Is that how you see me? With saggy man breasts when I'm sixty?" Chris said trying to sound hurt.
"Yup. Sixty, white hair with blond streaks, saggy breasts and still hosting the Highlight Reel. But by that time, the Jeritron 5000 will be obsolete due to budget cuts the company makes," Trish said with a smirk. "So they'll compensate you with an actual reel projector which goes hand-in-hand with the name of the show,"
"You are quite the comedienne. Or should I say comedian…Ryan?"
Jolting up from his seat, Chris ran straight upstairs. Trish chasing after him, she followed him into the bedroom. Sitting at the table, the rest of the group continued eating their breakfast. Hearing doors opening and closing, they tried to not pay attention to what was happening.
Hiding in the bathroom, Chris closed the door. Looking around, Trish couldn't find him. Leaving the room to search the others, Chris ran over to the closet. Pulling out the water gun, he walked up slowly behind Trish. Spraying her in the butt, he ran back down the stairs.
Going to get her water gun, Trish stepped into the bathroom. Filling it up with chilly water, she followed Chris back downstairs. Hiding behind the bookshelf in the living room, Chris jumped out and was ready to shoot. Spotting him, Trish got him first, soaking him from head to toe. Dropping his gun in shock, Trish did the same, laughing while she did.
"Truce?" Chris asked.
"Truce," Trish said through giggles.
Extending his hand, Trish did the same. Shaking hands and holding firmly, Chris pulled her in. Hugging her tightly, he made sure Trish got the slightest bit wet. Picking up the guns, Chris quickly made his way back upstairs. Placing them back into the closet, he ran down to join the rest of them back at the table. Still dripping, he sat down.
"You guys are the weirdest," Val said, looking at Chris.
"Beyond weird," Stacy said.
"You guys haven't seen a thing. That was the clean version of what we do around here when no one watches. Normally, we do it naked," Chris said with a grin.
"Okay, that was gross. I think that comment alone and the mental picture you just painted me has put me off eating for a month," Jay said pushing his empty plate away.
"Great food, but no. That was just wrong," Victoria said doing the same.
Eyeing her full plate of food, Jay reached for it. Sticking his fork into her uneaten stack of pancakes, his appetite was back. "Oop, it's back,"
"That was a fast month," Stacy said.
"My time goes by in dog time. So if they are seven years older, then a month would be half a minute,"
"Quite interesting. Did you know about this Vicki? Your boyfriend is a dog,"
"Well it would explain the drooling. But I still wonder about the snorting,"
"Have you tried putting an apple in his mouth?" Chris said.
"I have but I think that it might contribute to him evolving into more of an animal. It's bad enough he eats like one,"
"Hey! I would be offended by all these comments but the food is too good,"
"Chris naked," Val said with a grin.
Nearly choking on his food, Victoria patted his back. Looking at Val, Jay had spit around his mouth. "Don't ever do that again,"
"Only way to teach you a lesson,"
"Alright, moving on. Trish, how many bathrooms with showers do you have?" Benoit asked.
"Three. Two upstairs and one in the basement,"
"If you guys don't mind, I'm gonna get ready for tonight. Great breakfast, nasty mental picture but all in all, it was good,"
"Which one are you gonna take?" Trish asked Benoit.
"I'll take the basement. It doesn't matter,"
"You sure? You could use ours if you want,"
"That's fine. I don't mind," Benoit said going up the stairs to get his things.
"You know, if you guys don't mind, I think I'm gonna get ready too," Stacy said getting up from her seat and walking upstairs.
"Go ahead. If anyone else wants to while there's one shower left, go right ahead. If three go now and three go later, you guys will be done,"
"I'm gonna take you up on that offer," Val said getting up.
"Go. We'll be fine," Chris said getting up and walking over to the refrigerator. Picking out a red apple, he walked back over to the table. Sticking it in Jay's mouth, he sat back down.
"There. You're problems are solved. Try sleeping with that on tonight, Jay,"
Pulling it out, Jay laughed. "Ha ha. Funny Chris. Real funny,"
Eating breakfast at the hotel's restaurant. Adam and his group were anxious about the plans for later in the evening. All seven in Toronto, they were silent at the table.
"What the hell is wrong with everyone today?" Masters asked.
"God, you are the biggest moron on this planet!" Dawn exclaimed.
"Dawn, calm down. We got this," Snitsky said. Looking at Kane, they both nodded. Rolling up the "Life" and "Sports" sections of the newspaper they had, they whacked Masters' head.
"Bad dog. Very bad dog," Kane said.
"Tonight's the pay-per-view, remember?" Christy said.
"Oh shit! That's tonight? I thought it was next years Survivor Series,"
Exhaling, both Kane and Snitsky hit Masters again for being stupid. Running his fingers through his hair, Snitsky shook his head. "You are the planets biggest moron, you know that right?"
"Guys, stop it. We know Masters is a moron. That's been established on many occasions. I think we should just try and have a nice breakfast since this is probably the last one we're all gonna have," Amy said trying to bring peace.
"Don't remind me. I'm salivating at that thought," Kane said. "Just think, me with the title around my waist,"
"Are you sure it'll fit?" Masters scoffed.
"Zing," Adam said, with a grin.
"Oh my sides are aching that was so good. Watch your back tonight, Chris," smiling sadistically, Kane said in a sing-song voice.
"Hey. We are not, I repeat, are not going to be taking out our own tonight," Amy said.
"She's right. We're gonna win and forget this ever happened," Christy said. "Hopefully they will too,"
"Give it up. There will be no reconciling between you and the girls. It's a lost cause," Dawn said.
"It's worth a try, isn't it?"
"Yeah, look desperate. Not my problem,"
"Whatever. I can't wait to separate myself as far away from you guys as possible,"
"Do we all know what we're gonna do out there?" Adam asked.
"Just stick with who we've been paired with," Snitsky said.
"Seems easy enough," Dawn said.
"Might seem easy but still, keep an eye out," Amy added.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Adam said looking at Christy.
"Hang around ringside and not get caught. Cheat to win," Christy said, not fond with the idea.
Walking down the stairs and joining the rest of his group, Chris was the last one to get ready. Showered and ready physically for the big match, he took a seat beside Trish. Duffle bags placed at the doorway, the pay-per-view was fast approaching. Giving Trish a small kiss on the lips, he stood up. "You guys ready?"
"Physically, yes. Mentally, hopefully," Jay said.
Taking note of Jay's comment, Benoit stood up also. "I say we should leave now. We have three hours before the show and we have some soul searching to do,"
"Ben's right. This is probably the biggest match and we have to be ready on all cylinders," Val added.
Getting up from their seats, everyone slowly began walking towards the door. Joining them, Trish gave everyone a hug. "Be careful out there,"
"We will Trish. Don't worry," Stacy said trying to assure her.
Walking out the door, Trish tugged on Chris' shirt. Motioning for the group to wait, Chris stood in front of her. Kissing him passionately, Chris pulled back, smiling.
"I'll be fine," Chris said walking back out the door.
"Wait. For old times sake," Trish said extending her arm out.
Following her lead, they placed their hands on top of each other. Chanting their name for the last time, they broke. Getting to the car, Trish watched as they all got in. Pulling out of her driveway, she waved. Walking back inside, she made it back to her den. Feeling uneasy already, she tried calming herself by watching television.
Arriving at the A.C.C., everybody was dead silent. Picking up their bags from the trunk, they walked out of the garage single file. Still not saying a word, they found their locker room. Stepping inside, everyone walked over to a specific place. Taking the couch, Jay put his bag down beside him. Sitting on a chair located at the corner of the room, Victoria sat down. Lying on the floor, away from the others, Benoit used his bag as a pillow. Pulling up a chair, Stacy dragged it over to the vanity table. She sat down. Going into the washroom, Chris propped himself up on the counter. Putting his bag down in the middle of the room, Val sat.
Sitting in silence, everyone meditated. Focussing on the task at hand, they all cleared their minds and readied themselves for the biggest fight of their careers. Searching deep within themselves, they thought about why the match was booked. About how it started and how it's going to end. Thinking about the pride of themselves and the group they are apart of. Thinking about the missing member who got hurt because of the hate between the groups. Needing to be sure of themselves and without doubt, soul searching began.
An hour into meditation, still no one was done. Closing his eyes, Benoit thought. Pride, safety, other group members and Trish. There was no reason for attacking her the way they did. Anger rising towards the cowardly act, he calmed himself back down. Praying for the safety of his group and himself, he rose up. Taking out his change of clothes, he quickly walked out the door.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Stacy was searching deeply for strength, unsure if she could do this. Praying, she tilted her head upwards. Closing her eyes, tears began pricking at the corners. Looking back at her reflection, she exhaled. Taking out a tissue from her purse, the look of determination spread across her face, knowing this was all for Trish. Genuine, kind and sweet, she trusted Christy enough that night. Thinking about the attack, mindset was clear. Putting her bag on the table, she found her gear. Walking out, she went to change.
Hunching over, Chris was still sitting on the counter. Inhaling deeply and exhaling just the same, he thought about Trish. Thought about how he felt when he saw her bruised wrists. How he felt when he saw her unconscious on the garage floor. How he felt when she woke up the next day. Smiling, he knew his purpose. Unabashed love for the woman, this was all for her. Thinking back to all the good times he had with her, the goal was clear. Jumping down off of the counter, he looked at himself in the mirror. Memories flooding back, Chris was unwavering. "This is for you Trish," Taking out his clothing, he walked into a stall.
Thinking about Chris and the situation he was in, Jay thought about Victoria. Madly in love with the woman, he knew he would do the same in any circumstance. Contemplating about Trish, he knew her since the beginning of her career. Friends for five years and having introduced her to Chris, their bond was special. Tagging along with her and Chris on many instances, the relationship was unique. She was like his sister. Always knowing that no one messes with his family, Jay got up. Back to the only two in the room, he dug for his gear. He left to change.
Thinking about his career up to this point, Val remembered why Trish was special to him. Having managed him in the beginning of her stint in the company, she helped him get over with the crowd and win the Intercontinental title. Helping him become a fan favourite, success was knocking at his door. Being put into a stable after losing the title, he had her to thank. Knowing he had to return the favour sometime, today was the day. Thinking about why he joined the group in the first place, he remembered his sister. Married to Adam once, she got her heart broken. Revenge for his sister and Trish was tonight. Getting off of his bag, he zipped it open. Taking out the clothes from the top, he left the room.
Being the only one left in the locker room, Victoria didn't care. Good friends with Trish since arriving in the company, she remembered her first day. Walking up to her, Trish greeted her and made her feel welcomed. Had been with the company for two years before her arrival, Trish had introduced her to others, and was shown the ropes. Thinking back to the Diva shoots, she was always paired with Trish. Sharing rooms when on the road and having a great time, she was her best friend. Sticking up for each other, it was time for her to stand up. Always there when she needed to talk. This time, Trish needed her. "Whoo!" Clapping her hands once, she jolted up and went for her bag. Attire out, she dashed out the room.
Hours fast approaching, there was sixty minutes left until the start of Survivor Series and Trish was anxious. Pacing the den, sitting down for two minutes only to get back up, fluffing pillows over and over after just being fluffed, she was restless. Edgy mind and equally edgy body, she didn't know what to do.
Taking a few deep breaths, she sat down. Willing herself to watch something to take her mind off everything, she flipped through the channels. Moving up to the two-hundreds, Trish came across the pay-per-view. Showing a pre-show, she couldn't take it.
Reaching over her couch, she picked up the phone. Starting to dial Chris' cell number, she hung up halfway. Getting up off the couch, she walked over to her purse on the dining room table. Finding her cell phone, she scrolled through her number directory. Finding the number she searched, she dialled.
Hearing three rings, someone picked up on the other end. "Hello?"
"Hi Shelton, it's Trish,"
"Hey Trish. How you holdin' up?"
"Not as good as I had hoped,"
"Is there something wrong? There anything I can do?"
"Actually, there is,"
Having arrived an hour before the start of the show, Adam and the rest of the group was getting ready. Members walking in and out of the room, they came back changed and in their proper attire. Taking their seats, the only one missing was Masters.
Walking out of the washroom within the locker room, he was hitting his head. Masters was getting ready. Grunting and taking closed fists to the sides of his head, the group looked at him.
"So that's why you're so moronic. It makes sense now," Snitsky said.
"Quiet! It helps me get ready,"
"And also kills brain cells. I mean-if it wasn't the steroids you shove up your ass then it's this," Dawn said.
"Moron, sit down," Adam said, pointing to a seat.
Obeying, Masters pulled up a chair and placed it with the group. Sitting down, everyone was waiting for what Adam had to say. Standing up, he looked at his team.
"Alright. This is it, our last day," Adam began, sounding calm. "And I know I've been tough on all of you and that's not gonna end. We are gonna go out there and beat those motherfuckers. Save nothing. If you've got the person you've wanted this whole time, let them have all you got. Beat their faces open, break bones, smash vital organs. This is your chance to do the most damage and not get any repercussions. We're gonna beat them and win to go down as the best stable ever,"
Getting the group pumped up, Christy was the only one not feeling it. Shaking her head at the comments and reactions afterwards, she kept her eyes downturned. Noting her demeanour, Adam levelled with her. Getting down on his knees, he looked right into her eyes. "You're gonna do this, Christy,"
"No I'm not. I don't want to,"
"Then you should have never joined the group,"
"I never wanted to. You twisted my arm and for christ's sake, I left two times! Don't you think that was indication enough?"
"Well now you're in the thick of things and you can't get out,"
"Oh we'll see about that,"
"Can we not fight for one day or is that too hard?" Amy asked.
"It's not my fault I can't get along with your prick boyfriend,"
"Well be thankful it's the last night,"
"Oh, I am. Kane and I both,"
Looking over to Kane, he had a wide smile.
"Just listen to the sound of this: New World Heavyweight Champion, Kane,"
"Does have a nice ring to it," Snitsky said. "Is this before or after you beat Masters?"
"Before," Kane said pointing to Chris. Turning his attention to him, Masters was intrigued by his muscles. Flexing his arm, he giggled at how they moved.
"I mean-look at him, he's just screaming for a beating,"
"You need an entourage?" Snitsky said, eyes brightening up.
"I was actually thinking about that. You willing to join?"
"What a question. Yeah man,"
"The match isn't even over and the group has fallen apart," Amy said.
"How could it not? It was dysfunctional to begin with," Christy said.
"You're a real bitch, you know that Christy?"
"And you're a whore. The world is right again,"
"Do you want a beating?"
"Like to see you try. With your luck, you'll twist an ankle by just walking down to the ring,"
"Oh that's it," Lunging forward, Amy didn't go far. Being pulled back by Adam, he sat her down.
"I thought you didn't want any fights?"
"Couldn't help myself,"
"I think the best thing for everyone is to pick a spot somewhere in the room and stay there without saying a word until the match. Best way to not get at anybody's throat," Adam said.
Separating herself far from the group, Christy sat in the corner. Not wanting to go through with the plan set up by Adam, she had to think of a better one. Taking a short moment to brainstorm ideas together, she thought of something. Smiling sinisterly, she had her plan.
Asking Shelton and Steven to meet her a block away from the arena, Trish waited for their car. Seeing a red Pontiac pull up, she knew it was them. Opening the door and getting inside, she found a change of clothing and a disguise in the backseat.
"Third door on the left," Steven said.
Quickly pulling the clothing over her, she applied the moustache, hair and hat. Pulling into the garage of the arena, Shelton found his spot. Parking, he turned off the car. Exhaling, Trish got out of the car with the other two men. Both sneaking over to the door, they peaked through to make sure no one was there. Motioning for Trish to walk through, she quickly did and ran down the hall. Finding the locker room she sought, she got in. Shelton and Steven right behind her, closed the door behind them.
Taking off her costume, she placed them on the couch. Smiling at the two men, she walked over and gave them each a hug. "Thank you so much for helping me get here,"
"You do know that if Chris sees you, we're dead?" Shelton asked.
"I know and that's a chance I'm willing to take,"
"So are you saying that if we're dead, you wouldn't mind? Is this what we get for being helpful?" Steven asked.
"You guys went way beyond the call of duty and I will be forever in debt…or until Chris finds out. Whichever comes first,"
"Couldn't you have watched the match at home?" Shelton asked.
"It's not the watching. I need to be here so I can do something if anything goes wrong,"
"Oh no. You are not leaving this room under any circumstance," Steven said.
"I'm not promising anything,"
"The woman knows what she wants,"
"Can't argue with that," Shelton said.
Minutes away from the start of the match, Chris and his team were even more anxious than before.
"You guys ready?" Chris asked.
"We're doing this for Trish and the pride of the group and ourselves. You bet your ass we're ready," Jay said.
"We go in there confident and watching each others back. We can do this. We can win," Benoit said placing his hand in the middle with everyone following suit. "We're gonna say our name on three,"
Chanting, they were ready. Running out of the room and towards the curtain, they waited for their song. Hearing it and immediately pumped up, they stepped out to a chorus of cheers. Walking down the ramp, they coxed the crowd for a louder applause. Getting in the ring and posing, they waited for Adam.
Shutting off the television, their time had come. Mere seconds away from the match that they had waited the whole day for, the group was nearly ready.
"Time to kick some sweet ass," Masters said.
Ignoring the obvious comment that Masters was gay, the rest of the group focused their attention on Adam.
"We're next. This is what we've waited for. Let's get out there and show them what we're made of," Adam said.
Yelling their approval, everyone followed Adam out of the locker room. Standing behind the curtain, they waited for the song to end and for theirs to start. Cueing up Adam's entrance theme, they set out, being welcomed by loud taunts from the crowd.
Walking down the ramp, each member was stoic. Entering the ring, Adam went nose-to-nose with Chris and baring teeth. "I'm gonna get you tonight, Chris,"
"Not if I get you first,"
Being pulled apart by their group members and the referee, Earl Heber, Chris walked over to his turnbuckle. Seeing who was starting off the match, he smiled at Stacy. "She's all yours,"
Getting on the apron and behind the ropes, everyone waited for the bell. Ringing, the match had begun. Circling each other, Stacy and Dawn spat insults back and forth.
"Well, if it isn't Stacy Keibler. Made any cookies lately?"
"Got pregnant lately? Who's the latest to knock you up?"
"Ooo girl, you are so going down,"
"Not unless I do it first," Stacy said with a smile.
Collarbone tie-up, the match finally got underway.
Deep into the match, no tags had been made. Dishing it out to Dawn, Stacy was getting the better of her. A step ahead of her, Stacy felt that the end was near. Sensing the same, Adam called Christy over. Motioning for her to get up on the apron, her job was to distract the referee. Not wanting to unleash her plan yet, she obeyed.
Climbing up, she tried getting into the ring. Stopped by Heber, he motioned for her to leave. Exiting the ring but still talking to him, Masters snuck into the ring. Turning around, Stacy was hit with a devastating clothesline. Running over, Dawn pinned her. Seeing the hit in the corner of her eye, Christy felt horrible. With Stacy eliminated, they were down five to six. Taking offence by the cheep shot, Val rushed into the ring. Calling out Masters, he answered the challenge.
Plan into motion, Christy turned against her team. Interfering as much as she could, she hit cheep shots on Masters and the rest of her group on the apron. Snapping, she had enough of all the fights and the pressure of being in the group. Interfering one too many times, senior referee, Earl Heber had no choice but to eject her from ringside. Giving no argument, she began walking up the ramp, smiling.
"You're dead Christy!" Adam yelled after her.
Five minutes passing after Christy was ejected, Val and Masters were still in the ring. In one reversal, Masters was behind Val. Quickly putting his arms under Val's and locking his hands behind his head, he has applied the Master Lock.
Shaking and lifting Val from off the ground, he tried knocking him out. Trying to get out, Val jumped and fell back. Slammed on his back, Masters let go of the submission. Team cheering at breaking out of the Master Lock, Val went straight for Masters' body. Picking him up and slamming him down a few times, he pulled his body over to a turnbuckle. Climbing up, he jumped off. Moving out of the way, Val hit the mat. Smiling, Masters picked him up. Putting him back into the Master Lock, Val was knocked out. Being eliminated and down by two members, Chris' team was in trouble.
In the locker room, Trish was watching the whole thing. Seeing her team down by two, she got up and walked over to the door. Intercepting, Steven stood in front with his arms across the width of the door.
"You're not leaving. We will not allow that,"
"But we're losing. Please. For five minutes?"
"No. Sit,"
Walking back to the couch, Trish sat. Sulking, both took note.
"If anything, we'll go," Shelton said. "Less trouble that way,"
"Oh my god. Would you? I will be fully indebted to the both of you,"
"Now that's more like it. ECW style. Let's go kick some Adam ass!" Steven said bursting the door open. Pumped up, both men left the room.
"Be careful!"
Popping his head back into the room, Shelton smiled. "Don't worry about us," Closing the door, Trish was alone in the room. Turning her attention back to the television, see saw both men run down the ramp.
Running down the ramp, the crowd was on their feet. Getting over to the corner which held Chris' team, they began pounding on the apron, willing Jay on. In the centre of the ring, Masters held him in a submission. Slowly crawling over to the ropes, Jay grabbed on. Counting to four, the referee made Masters release the hold. Taunting Masters from the outside, Shelton and Steven were shouting derogative words at him.
Getting enthralled, Masters lost all attention. Continuing with the two men, Shelton jumped on the apron and punched him in the mouth. Ejecting both, they walked away from the ring. Staggering backwards, Masters fell straight into Jay's Unprettier. Linking his arms, Masters was facing Jay's back. Brought down face first, he got pinned.
Happy about the first fall for their team, Benoit entered the ring.
Stiff shots coming from each man, Benoit knocked Snitsky down. Picking him up, he delivered three German suplexes in a row. Looking at the grounded Snitsky then the crowd, Benoit did his signature taunt, the cutthroat.
Climbing the turnbuckle, he jumped off and hit him with his flying head butt. Getting him right in the chest, he set up for the Sharpshooter. Unable to turn him over, Snitsky pushed him off. Bouncing off the ropes, Snitsky set up for a Big Boot to Benoit's face. Sliding under his legs, Benoit popped up behind the big man. Grabbing his arm, he brought him down. Placing Snitsky's arm between his legs and pulling back his head, the Crossface was locked in.
Both sides rushing in, a brawl ensued. Trying to instate order back to the match, Snitsky tapped out. Eliminated, he walked backstage, holding his neck.
Intensely battling like they always do, Victoria and Amy were in the ring. Lying on the mat and in the right place for a Moonsault attempt, Amy climbed up the turnbuckle. Setting up to jump off and onto Victoria, she got pushed off the turnbuckle at the last minute by Jay. Falling hard back into the ring, both women were out. Remaining members stomping their feet, they willed Victoria back up. Holding her head, she walked over to Amy. Picking her up, she placed her on her shoulders. Attempting to bring her down hard on the mat, Amy reversed it. Using her own momentum, Amy placed her legs around Victoria's neck. Sweeping down, she flung her to the other side of the ring having executed a perfect Hurricarana.
Picking her up by the hair and back towards her, Amy put her arm under Victoria's neck. Leaving her feet, Victoria got slammed down hard on the back and neck. Using the Twist Of Fate, Amy knew she got her. Entering the ring, Benoit attempted to stop the pin. Getting intercepted by Kane, he got choke slammed. Getting the pin, Victoria was the next casualty.
Continuing to beat up Benoit, Kane had the upper hand.
In for ten minutes, Benoit was getting the beating of his life. Red torso from the chops, red and sore back from the slams and weak legs. Mounting offence, he hit Kane back with a set of his own chops. Backing him into a turnbuckle, Benoit was able to bring the big man down.
Holding his chest and trying to block the shots, he needed to get back into control. Finding an opening, he gave Benoit a stiff uppercut to the jaw. Staggering backwards, Kane gave him another. Falling to the floor, he began stomping away at him. Getting to his feet slowly and using Kane for support, Benoit shot straight for his torso. Staggering but not falling down, Benoit needed a running start. Charging towards the ropes and bouncing back towards Kane, he was caught by Kane. Hand around his throat, he was lifted. Thinking quickly, Benoit kicked whatever he could. Hitting Kane a few times, he let go. Down on one knee, Benoit charged towards Kane again. Running past him, his arm got caught. Being pushed to the mat, Kane placed him arm between his legs. Applying the Crossface on Benoit, Kane pulled his head back. Creating pressure on his surgically repaired neck, Benoit was close to tapping.
Running into the ring, Jay tried to stop the submission hold by Kane. Getting intercepted by Adam and his spear, Jay fell to the mat, holding his ribs. Tapping out, Benoit was the next one to be eliminated.
Pushing Adam out of the ring to try and restore order, Chris rushed into the ring. Hoping to make it short and sweet, he hit Kane with an Enzeguri to the back of the head. Falling down face first, Chris turned him over. In the perfect position away from the ropes, Chris jumped off the second rope to land right on the limp and tired body of Kane. Recovered from the spear earlier, Jay beat Adam down. Getting the three count, Kane was eliminated. Leaving the ring, Jay and Adam faced off.
Fighting the first time since Adam turned on Jay three years ago after a long friendship, they were trading closed-fist punches to each others faces. Backing Jay into a turnbuckle, he continued to punch at his head. Irish Whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle, Jay went sternum first. Running over to check on him, Earl Hebner knelt to see how he was doing. Setting up for a spear, Adam waited in the corner. Using Hebner as support, Jay stood up. Releasing, Adam ran across the ring. Noticing him, Jay used the referee as a block. Getting speared instead of Jay, Hebner fell to the mat, holding his ribs.
Calling Chris over, they began double-teaming on Adam. Stomping and delivering clubbing blows to his back, Amy came in to help her grounded boyfriend. Hitting Chris in the back of the neck, he staggered a bit. Taking his attention away from Adam and focusing on Amy, he exchanged punches with her.
Getting the upper hand on Jay, Adam rolled him out of the ring. Falling face first on the floor outside of the ring, Jay laid motionless. Focusing on Chris, he set up for another spear. Noting his position, Amy turned Chris around. Charging towards the both of them, Chris moved fast. Falling to the mat, he rolled out of the way. Connecting with Amy, she fell to the mat and rolled out of the ring for safety. Only one in the ring, Adam looked over the side to see if Amy was okay.
Running through the crowd, Shelton and Steven were back. Jumping the barrier, they entered the ring. Being too preoccupied with Amy, Adam didn't notice. Setting up, they waited behind him, ready to attack when he turned around. Feeling the mat shake, Adam spun around. No time to think, he was grabbed by the legs. Being lifted up in the air by Steven, he fell backwards. Coming down, Shelton grabbed Adam's head. Bouncing down hard on the mat, they executed a perfect 3D.
Referee stirring, they bolted out of the ring. Exiting from opposite sides, they ran backstage through the crowd. Standing up, Hebner saw Adam in the ring. Unsure of what happened, he began the ten-count. Running on the outside, Chris picked up Jay. Rolling him back into the ring, Jay began moving. Starting a beat, the crowd joined in. Willing Jay back to his feet, he stumbled over to Adam. Picking him up, he linked his arms. Trying to bring him down face first, Adam pushed Jay to the ropes. Bouncing back and in position to deliver a clothesline, Jay got hit with a spear.
Running over to Chris, Amy pulled his legs out from under him, face hitting the apron.
Hooking the leg and shoulders down, Adam got the three count on Jay. Rolling him out of the ring, two other referees came down. Supporting his weight, they took Jay backstage. Picking up Chris, Adam brought him in the ring. Tagging Amy in, the goal was to embarrass him by getting pinned by a woman.
Still drowsy from the hit, Amy went for the pin. Hand coming down for three, Chris rolled his shoulder off the mat. Unbelieving, Adam got frustrated. Jumping off the apron, he walked over to the announcers table. Pulling the timekeeper off his chair, he picked it up and folded it closed.
Sliding into the ring with chair in hand, he got stopped by Hebner. Struggling to get the chair out of Adam's hands, they were arguing over weapon use. Chris still on the mat, he was suffering from the after-effects of the beatings he was receiving. Toronto crowd popping, they saw their hometown girl making an appearance. Running down to the ring, she quickly slipped in. Adam and referee unaware of the extra person in the ring, Trish walked right up to Amy.
Stomping away at Chris, Amy was unaware of Trish being present. Back to her, Trish tapped her on the shoulder. Turning around, she was met with a Chick Kick to her head. Knocked out, Trish ran over to Chris. Helping him up, she fled the ring.
Reaching for the ropes, Chris got back up to his feet. Pushing the referee aside, he flipped Adam over the top rope. Falling hard on the floor, Adam was hurting. Quickly running over to Amy, Chris pinned her for three.
Down to him and Adam, Chris was feeling confident about the win. Getting aided by another referee, he was taunting Amy as she left. Eyes wondering up to the Titan Tron, he saw Adam in the ring. In the position for another spear, he was waiting for Chris to turn around. Devising a quick plan in his head, he turned around. Jump in his step, Adam ran towards Chris. Setting his plan in motion, he jumped over him. Thinking quickly, Adam jumped on the turnbuckle. Setting up for a Missile Dropkick, he waited for Chris to turn around.
Spinning around, Chris spotted Adam waiting. Jumping off, his feet were aiming for Chris' body. Acting fast again, he grabbed onto the legs of Adam. Hanging upside down, Chris placed him between his legs. Bending, Chris put all the pressure on Adam's back. Increasing the pain, he tried crawling to the ropes. Looking over his shoulder, Chris pulled him back to the middle of the ring. Not tapping, the crowd taunted. Pain becoming unbearable, Adam had no choice but to tap.
Ringing the bell, the referee called for the match. Letting go of the hold, Chris collapsed.
Getting on his knees, he raised his hands in victory. Team members running down to the ring to join Chris, they entered the ring and held hands. Victorious, they were proud of their accomplishments.
"I can't believe we lost!" Adam yelled.
"We tried our best," Amy said.
"No we didn't. You guys all sucked out there. I mean-I did all the work. How many times did I spear people out there?"
"That doesn't mean a thing. How many times were you knocked out or on your ass?" Dawn asked.
"Hehe, zing," Masters said.
"Shut up moron," Adam said.
"If I may say something? I think the one to blame is Masters," Kane said.
"Why me?"
"Because you can get easily distracted,"
"No I don't,"
"Yes you do. Example, you wouldn't stop fighting with Shelton and Stevie."
"Admit it. You get distracted in a second," Snitsky said.
"No I don't," Masters said, getting a bit flustered.
"Hey look over there," Dawn said pointing to nothing.
Getting up from his seat and trying to follow Dawn's finger, Masters searched for what she was pointing to. Looking around in the corner, he was amused with the nothing he found.
"I rest my case," Kane said.
"No. The one to blame is Christy. She turned on the group and left us to fend for ourselves," Adam said. "Where is she? I'm gonna find that tramp,"
Walking out the room, Amy tried to stop him. "Adam! Come back. It's not worth it,"
"You guys were amazing out there," Trish said.
"That compliment doesn't make us forget about the promise we had," Chris said. "You could have gotten hurt out there,"
"Chris, I'm a grown woman. Fine I have a cast and still might be sore, but pride took over…and also, I was scared shitless about all the possibilities for the outcome of the match. And if it wasn't for me, then Amy could have pinned you,"
"She's got a point there, Chris," Jay said.
"But still, you're injured and they could have hurt you,"
"But they didn't,"
"Come on, Chris. Don't be too hard on her. You probably would have done the same thing in her situation," Val said.
"I guess you're right," Chris said, opening his arms wide. Inviting Trish in, he hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear. "I'm sorry Trish. I just love you too much and I wouldn't know what I would do if you got hurt,"
Letting go, she held his hand. "That's okay, baby. That doesn't matter right now. The main point is that we won the match,"
"Thanks to us!" Steven was heard yelling from across the room.
"Yeah, where's our thanks?" Shelton asked.
"You guys played the biggest role. Thank you very much," Stacy said, hugging both men.
"That 3D was perfect. Christ, were you practising backstage?" Jay asked.
"That's what you get with ECW. Do you know how many times I got 3D'd through a table?"
"What I would like to know is how did it pop on your heads the first time?" Benoit asked.
"Yeah. That and how did Trish get here without her car?" Victoria asked.
Both men looking at Trish, they wanted her to explain the whole story. "An hour before the start, I called Shelton's cell and asked for them to pick me up a block away from the arena. They had a disguise in the car which I put on over my clothing. The coast was clear and I ran into their locker room. Stayed there until I came out. I was actually gonna come out earlier after Val got eliminated but they stopped me,"
"Yeah. Stevie fully spread across the door taking up the whole width of the door," Shelton said.
"This one knows what she wants," Steven said pointing to Trish.
"I know. She's as stubborn as hell sometimes. But when she is, she's so adorable," Chris said with a smile.
"Nauseating," Victoria was heard saying from a stall, getting changed.
"We're about to leave to celebrate. Wanna come with?" Jay asked Shelton and Steven.
"That's okay. We've got to catch our flight to Cleveland. Raw's tomorrow," Steven said.
"Oh yeah. Raw," Chris said.
"Anyway, we'll see you guys later," Shelton said. "Don't get too drunk,"
"We'll try not to," Val said.
"Bye guys," Benoit said as they walked out the door.
"So, where we going?" Jay asked, looking at Trish.
"Preferably somewhere close to home. I think there's a bar not too far away. Never tried the place but it's worth a shot, right?"
"Sounds like a plan. Alright, let's go," Stacy said.
Opening the door, they saw Christy in their way. Eyes downturned, she fixed her shirt. Looking up, she was nervous. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled. "Great job out there, guys,"
"And you're here why?" Jay asked.
"Because I want to set things straight once and for all. I'm sorry for everything I did. From the attacks, to hurting you, Trish, to joining the group. I'm sorry for everything. I hated that group and what they turned me in to. The only reason I devised that plan was because Amy lied to me. I don't know why I believed her, but I did. She said that she heard you guys talking about me after that one night and I got mad. I was mad, and I wasn't thinking straight. I visited you because I felt guilty for the way we left you in the garage that night. I couldn't sleep and my mind was racing. I know you guys are probably never gonna forgive me, and I understand. I just felt that I should at least try to explain the whole situation. So there it is. I'm gonna leave now and-,"
"Christy, YOU BITCH!" Adam yelled from down the hall.
"What the hell do you want Adam?"
"I want to beat you to shreds for doing what you did to the group,"
"Fuck off, Adam,"
Getting closer, Adam was deranged. Unsure of which way to run off to, Christy was pulled back. Crowding around her, the group engulfed her within them, protecting her. Furrowing his brow and confused, Adam was unsure. "What the hell are you doing?"
"You heard the girl. She told you to fuck off," Chris said in a calm voice.
"I'm not leaving until you hand her over,"
"Well then, I guess we're just gonna stay here," Trish said.
Getting angrier, Adam was shocked. Quickly thinking of a plan, he smiled. "Okay fine. I'll leave,"
Walking away slowly, he turned back around and lunged for Chris and Trish. Pushing them aside, Christy jumped out from the group and met Adam with a kick to the crotch. Wailing in pain, he held his hurt member. Falling down to his knees, he finally fell on his side, still holding on.
Looking at Christy and amazed by the fast reflexes, she only smiled. "I only learn from the best,"
"I think we should walk you to your car," Trish said.
Stepping over Adam's body, they walked down the halls. Reaching the garage doors, they separated. Walking to her car, head downturned, Christy reached into her purse for her keys. Her words in her head, Trish ran after her. Catching up to Christy, she put her hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw a smile on Trish's face.
Hugging her, Christy was overcome with emotion. Whispering into her ear, Trish held her tight. "I just want to say that I believe you and I have always had. You were just being manipulated by Amy and Adam and for that, I don't hold against you. Now that this whole thing is over, I honestly believe that we can become great friends and stay that way. And don't worry about Vicki and Stace, they'll see to my way soon enough,"
Pushing back, Christy was still crying. "You don't even know how much this means to me right now. Thank you so much,"
"I really like you Christy and I know you have a lot of potential. We'll get together soon enough. All four of us. We'll find time to bond,"
"There's no rush. But I think the rest of the groups waiting for you, though,"
Looking over her shoulder, she giggled. "Yeah, I guess they are. Do you want to join us?"
"No. This is your night for winning and I wouldn't feel right. Like you said, we'll get together soon enough,"
"Alright then. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow for Raw,"
"Yup. I'll see you later Trish,"
Running back to her friends, Trish quickly got in the car. Engine idling, Chris put it in drive. Pulling out of the space, he drove out of the garage. Waving to Christy from the car, she smiled.
Feeling a whole lot better, she continued to her car. Getting in, she pulled out of her space. Turning right, she continued down the road to the hotel.
-FIN
