Hi ppl, howya doing? Hopefully well, cause the next chap has arrived! sings bubble pop electric/bubble pop electric/

DAMN YOU GWEN STEFANI! YOU AND YOUR INTOCSICATING LYRICS!

But anywho… lets get back to the chap., shall we? Today is my only day to post this because 2morrow my best friend is moving to Australia :( weeps And I'm trowing a going away partay for him. No not party. Partay 

Bring out the booze!

J/k

Before I embarrass myself any further, let's get this shit started, k?

Batista stared into his cup of coffee, thinking hard. He turned to Eddie, wanting to break the awful silence. He was out of it. Passed out on the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Batista knew it wasn't his lack of caring he was sleeping. They where both exhausted.

"Is he alright? Why won't they tell us anything? It's been over an hour! We have the right to know if our best friend is alive or…"

Dave was interrupted from his thoughts by a short, plump, blonde nurse. "Dave…Baltista? Is it?"

"Batista." He corrected. This woman obviously didn't watch wrestling.

The woman waved her hand and said. "No matter. I just want to tell you that your friend is fine for now. And you can come see him if you like, but be quiet, he's sleeping!" She scolded as if he had been screaming his lungs out.

"Thanks." He said shortly. He turned and shook Eddie hard.

"What? What is it vato?" Eddie said, looking panicked. "Is it Rey? Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's going to be fine, we can see him now." Batista smiled. It felt so good saying those words "He's going to be fine."

Eddie rubbed his eyes sleepily. "What are we waiting for then? Let's go see him!"

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Dave and Eddie softly, carefully opened the door to Rey's room. He was sleeping soundly with an IV in his arm, and a monitor to watch his heart rate.

Eddie sat down next to the bed on an armchair. He reached over and touched Rey's arm. "You really scared us there, you little.." He trailed off, trying to control the cracking of his voice.

Rey stirred fitfully. One of his eyes cracked open. He managed a small smile at the two of them. "How are you guys doing?" He croaked.

Batista smiled watery. "Fine, given the fact we weren't shot."

Rey laughed, then started to hold his sides in pain. "Don't make me laugh." He winced.

"Sorry homes." Eddie said yawing mid-sentence. "You mind if I sleep?"

"Course not. You either, Dave, you need sleep too." Mysterio said, eyeing Dave as he stifled a yawn.

Batista didn't argue. He chose a chair close to Rey's bed and fell asleep within minutes, not thinking of the danger they where all still in.

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Jim wiped the blood off his knife once again, cursing under his breath. "Now why did you make me go and do that, huh? I really didn't want to do it, but you gave me no choice boy. Why couldn't you just stay behind?" He muttered, looking at Benoit's corpse.

Benoit said nothing, but instead bled more.

"Now I gotta go convince your friends that Neptune here was gunna kill you, so I killed him, but in the struggle, you died anyways. See all the trouble you caused? Then, I have to go back to the boss. He ain't going to be happy, I'll tell you that much. Even though that means one more person out of the way. He likes to have control of things, see. He wants everything to go according to plans. We'll be back for your friends, you mark my words." Jim finished, positioning the bodies correctly. "Looks about right." He remarked, standing back to look.

Jim left, walking casually to the main entrance. He stopped for a moment, and got into character. He made a panicked, sorry look on his face.

"Oh my god, guys come quick!" He yelled. "Chris, he's…he's dead!"

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A dark figure sat in a smoke-filled inn. He rested in a corner, to avoid the eyes of fellow patrons. "Has Jim and Neptune done their jobs?" He asked a tall man in sunglasses.

"Yes sir. Except…Jim got greedy. He killed Neptune, to get his share." The man said in a rush, eyeing the man sitting down fearfully.

The man slammed his fist on the table. "That greedy son of a bitch!" He took a deep breath. He said in a calmer voice, "Will you please, when you see him, blow his fucking head off?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Good boy." The man in the dark corner said thoughtfully. "That should teach him. I am running this. These are my deaths. All of those bastards deserve what they're getting. It's not about the the money. It's about revenge." He finished his wine, and got up, his face hidden in smoke. "Alert me when you take care of Jim. It seems that I need to find somebody else to help me take care of my revenge."

And with that, he made his way to the door, and was picked up in a black, unrecognizable car. He was gone for now.

Fin

Heheh, how's you like? And that's all she wrote, for now 

Never fear though, I am making this into a series. The next one will be out sometime in early October. I'm going to start working on Cruiser Weight Love? Again. God, I haven't updated that in like, ever. Sorry, I just had a preppy moment. "Like, ever." God. Bbut anyway, I'm ranting. As always r&r, tell me how you liked it, if you thought the ending sucked, if you want to bludgen me with a blunt instrument for killing off Benoit, whatever, that kind of stuff. :D

Peace out home slices.