Games Galore On The First Floor: Part 3
"Ok, Group 2, we have to stay calm," Shawn said to the four people standing near him. "Edge is gone and we don't know where the hell he is, but it's most likely that he's wandering around somewhere in this place. I think we should mentally prepare ourselves for whatever could be lying behind this third door, and-"
"I wanna look for Edge," Jericho interrupted.
Shawn looked at Jericho. "Look, Y2J, Taker appointed me as the leader of this group. Therefore, I hold the power. You are to follow my-"
"I don't give a damn about your rinky dink rules. Edge is my friend, believe it or not," Jericho said, folding his arms across his chest. "And I want to-"
"It doesn't matter what you want to do!" Shawn exclaimed. "Because the fact of the matter is this, Jericho. I-"
"How dare you steal The Rock's catchphrase?" a voice boomed from behind them. They all turned around as The Rock sauntered up to them. "Well? Gonna answer my question?"
"Where the hell did you come from?" Triple H asked curiously.
"What?" The Rock asked.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Triple H repeated.
"WHAT?" The Rock asked again.
Triple H exhaled slowly. "I said where the hell-"
"It doesn't matter what you said!" The Rock exclaimed. He turned to look at Shawn. "The Rock needs to know one simple thing, and that, HBK, is why you feel that you have the right, the privilege, to use The Rock's catchphrase!"
"Well, Rock, I-" Shawn began.
"He's been using mine, too!" Jericho exclaimed accusingly. "It's like he's too old to think of his own catchphrases or something!"
"You know, Jericho, The Rock thinks you might be on to something," The Rock said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He looked at Shawn. "The Rock has somewhere to be, so he'll cut this short. HBK, you should never, eeeeever use The Rock's catchphrases! Now can you dig that, sucka?"
"Hey, assclown, don't use my catchphrase!" Jericho exclaimed.
"The Rock can use any catchphrase he wants to use!" The Rock said smugly. "Because The Rock is The People's Champion and all of the millions-"
"And millions!" thousands of voices yelled out of nowhere.
"-of Rock's fans can smell what The Rock is cooking!" The Rock finished.
"Geez, what a hypocrite!" Stacy exclaimed, finally speaking. Everyone looked at her. "What? Rock, you're jumping all over Shawn for using your catchphrase and then you turn around and use Jericho's catchphrase and Booker T's catchphrase, too! Very hypocritical."
"For the first time in history, I agree with Stacy," Stephanie piped up. "And why the hell are we out here arguing about some stupid catchphrases, anyway? They all suck!" She looked at Jericho, who looked stung by her words, and she quickly added, "Except for Jericho's catchphrases. They're so cool and interesting..."
"Aw, Princess, you're so sweet!" Jericho exclaimed. He gave her a come hither look and flashed her his version of bedroom eyes. "Come here, let me give you a little smooch, Sugar Muffin!"
"There will be no smooching!" Triple H exclaimed, pulling Stephanie close. "So let's just go in this damn room, play this damn game, and get it over with! Fuck!"
"Don't be so freaking sensitive, Hunter," Stephanie chided, eyes on Jericho. "He was just kidding about kissing me."
"No, I wasn't," Jericho said, staring intently at her. "Summerslam was a loooong time ago... It's been too long."
"Really?" Stephanie asked, tearing herself away from Triple H and practically floating over to Jericho. "You really want to kiss me?"
"Well, it's always been my dream to get the chance to kiss you again," Jericho said softly, putting one arm around her waist and pulling her against his body. He went on in a low voice, lips a mere inch away from hers, head bent slightly. "Steph... I..."
"Yes?" Stephanie asked breathily, reaching up to touch his face. "Tell me, Jericho... Tell me how you feel about me..."
Jericho took a deep breath, then went on, lips softly brushing against hers. "I... Steph, the truth is..." He kissed her softly, then pulled back and smirked at her. "I've always wanted to make out with a filthy, dirty, disgusting, brutal, skanky, bottom-feeding, trash-bag-"
"Bitch!" Stephanie muttered, wiping her lips off and looking at him in disgust. She slapped him before he could finish his statement, then stalked back over to her husband. "Did you hear what that bastard just said?"
"Yeah," Triple H said with a snicker, not seeming to care that his wife had just been kissed by another man. Stephanie glared at him, but he just kept laughing. "Man, that trash-bag line gets me every time."
Suddenly, Edge came running up to the group, bubbly with excitement. "Hey, guys! What's up? What are you guys standing around here for?"
"Where the hell were you, you idiot?" Jericho asked, rubbing his face, which had Stephanie's handprint on it.
"I found this secret room and I went inside. I got a French manicure, and then I got my teeth cleaned. See?" Edge held his hands up to show his perfectly manicured nails, then smiled a bright, dazzling, super-white smile.
"The Rock says he sees the light! The Rock is going blind!" The Rock exclaimed, hands over his eyes.
"Teeth...too...white..." Stacy moaned, covering her eyes and peeking through her fingers. "Blinding...light..."
"Close your damn mouth, Horse Face!" Jericho yelled, and he slapped Edge in the back of the head. Edge immediately stopped smiling, and everyone sighed in relief, thanking Jericho for getting the job done, to which Jericho replied, "What'd you all expect? Y2J always gets the job done... Isn't that right, Stephanie?"
The Rock stumbled away and disappeared down the hall, and Shawn turned back to face his now-whole group again. "Ok, that's over. Let's just go in the room, ok?" Everyone nodded. He opened the door to the third room and stepped inside with everyone following close on his heels.
Right away, Edge and Triple H were dragged by some invisible force across the huge, empty room to a soundproof, transparent booth in the corner and locked inside. They didn't even attempt to escape because they both knew that their attempts would be futile. They both sat down on the two stools that were there and two video game controllers were placed in their hands.
"What the hell are they holding video game controllers for?" Shawn wondered.
"Maybe they're going to play a video game," Jericho suggested.
"But what about us?" Stephanie whined, pouting. "What will we do? Why do they get to have all the fun?"
"We'll be inside the game," Stacy said matter-of-factly, as if she already knew what was going to happen.
"How is that even possible?" Stephanie asked. She held up her hand as Stacy opened her mouth to speak. "Know what? Don't answer that. You're just stupid..."
Meanwhile, inside the soundproof booth, a loud disembodied voice began to speak to Edge and Triple H. "Welcome to the fantastic world of the Sims. The object of this game...your mission, is to use logic and wit to get Stephanie to willingly kiss Jericho before it's midnight in Sim City."
"What? You want me to let my wife kiss that bastard again? Fuck that!" Triple H exclaimed, standing up. "No way, no how. I'm not doing it."
"SIT YOUR ASS DOWN, YOU PANSY!" the voice ordered, sounding a bit like Kane. Triple H had no choice but to obey. "Good. Now you will do this, you will. You have no choice in the matter. Your safety and your chances of survival here at Blackshore Manor depend on that kiss."
"Say I agree to play this game," Triple H mused, looking out into the larger room and over at his wife. "Where's Sim City? I don't see it."
"Look again," the voice said, and suddenly, Sim City appeared and the larger room seemed to disappear.
"Well damn," Edge said, amazed at the virtual world before them.
"It is seven in the morning. You will have exactly seventeen hours to make them kiss," the voice said. "Triple H, your controller controls Jericho. Edge, yours controls Stephanie. Now remember what the goal is, and remember what happens if you don't reach it..."
"We got it," Triple H mumbled.
"Ready?" the voice asked. "The clock starts ticking...now!"
"What the hell just happened?" Stephanie asked, looking around. She was standing in the middle of a dirt road that hadn't been there just seconds before. "Where are we?"
"We're right outside Sim City," Stacy said, pointing at a sign that said exactly that.
"Sim City? Isn't that a place in a video game?" Shawn asked.
"Yeah," Jericho answered, looking at Shawn in surprise. "You know about video games?"
"Of course I do," Shawn said. "I play them in my spare time."
"I didn't know that," Jericho said, looking amazed. "I thought you were too old to do things like that."
"Why the hell is everyone bugging me about my age?" Shawn asked, pouting a little. "I'm not that old! Damn it!"
"While these two idiots are arguing, why don't we go into the city and go shopping?" Stacy suggested, looking at Stephanie.
"Me and you? Together?" Stephanie scoffed. She looked at Jericho and her shoulders slumped a little. "Hell, why not, Stace? Anything to get me away from that jerk for a while."
"Aw, you called me Stace!" Stacy said, clapping happily. She reached over and gave Stephanie a hug. "We're going to be the bestest of best friends!"
"Bestest isn't a word," Stephanie pointed out as they started walking down the dirt road towards the city.
"It must be, if you just said it," Stacy replied logically.
"What the hell am I doing?" Stephanie groaned, slapping herself on the forehead.
"Uh, Edge? Why are you letting Steph walk away with Stacy?" Triple H asked, looking over at the blonde man sitting next to him.
"Why aren't you making Jericho follow her?" Edge countered wisely.
"Man, I'm in a funk. Steph is my wife," Triple H said with a sigh. "You think I want to see Chris Jericho shoving his tongue down her throat?"
"I guess not," Edge said. "But remember, this is just a video game. It's not real life."
"Oh really?" Triple H asked, a smirk appearing on his face when Edge nodded. "Well, why didn't you say so? Let me show you how to play the game..."
"Stephanie! Come back, my love!" Jericho called when he noticed Stephanie and Stacy walking away.
"You ok, man?" Shawn asked, looking at him strangely.
"Does it look like I'm ok, Shawnie? The love of my life is walking away and leaving me behind!" Jericho exclaimed. He grabbed Shawn's arm. "Come on, my friend. We must give chase!"
"I don't wanna run after them! My leg hurts," Shawn complained.
"Then limp behind, buddy, but I have to follow my lady!" Jericho announced, and then he took off at full speed, running behind Stephanie.
Stephanie heard him coming and grabbed Stacy's arm. "Stace, we have to run," she told her, already starting to jog. "Jericho's running after us and I don't know why!"
"Because he's in love with you," Stacy replied, starting to jog as well.
"Jericho's not in love with me," Stephanie countered. "He hates me."
"The way he insults you, the way he teases you and makes fun of you... It's all just a clever facade to hide the true feelings he has for you," Stacy told her. "Believe it or not, Chris Jericho loves you... He always has, but you've always been off-limits so he's never had a chance to be with you. That's why he teases you. He has to get your attention someway, right?"
"That jerk has had my attention since the moment he stepped into the WWE," Stephanie said. "With his stupid...ok, great...blonde hair and those blue eyes of his... And that sexy little smirk he gets, God!" She stopped to just picture him in her mind for a minute. "But he hates me."
"I do not!" Jericho exclaimed from behind her.
"Do too!" Stephanie countered.
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Are we going to just make them argue this whole time, or can they just kiss and get it over with?" Edge asked. "I really have to take a leak..."
"Aw, but I was just about to make Jericho call her a trash-bag ho!" Triple H whined. "Can't I just let him say it once?"
"Fine, but then make him persuade her to kiss him," Edge said. "Because I can't hold my pee..."
"Ok," Triple H said, fingers flying over the video game controller in his hands.
"I don't fucking hate you, you skank!" Jericho exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders. "I mean, it might seem like it, but I don't. You're my favorite filthy, dirty, disgusting, brutal, skanky, bottom-feeding-"
"You're an assclown, Jericho," Stephanie said, throwing her arms around him. "A real assclown."
"Why is everyone using my damn word tonight?" Jericho complained. "I've made it clear that my words are for me to use, only me! So why-"
"Shut up and kiss me, you idiot," Stephanie ordered, but instead of waiting for him to kiss her, she kissed him instead.
"Ok, what the hell?" Shawn asked, looking at Jericho and Stephanie making out. "How unfair is this? He calls her a skank and she makes out with him? That's bull."
"Aw, I know you want her," Stacy said, patting Shawn on the back. "But you just have to wait your turn, you know? Eventually she'll be on your corner and she'll be willing to let you make use of her expert services..."
"Are you calling her a ho?" Shawn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey, your words, not mine," Stacy said with a shrug.
"Can they stop kissing now?" Triple H asked.
"I'm not controlling Stephanie now," Edge said, rocking back and forth. "She's doing this on her own."
"You two have done a remarkable job," the weird voice said, filling the room once again. "I gave you seventeen hours, and you barely used one. You all shall be rewarded for this..."
"What do we get? Money?" Triple H asked, greedily rubbing his hands together at the thought.
"No, not money. You get valuable knowledge. Haven't you learned by now? Sheesh!" the voice exclaimed, irritated. "And here's your valuable knowledge... It's in the form of advice: Beware of assclowns."
"Come again?" Edge said, momentarily forgetting that he had to pee.
"I said, beware of assclowns!" the voice said.
"What exactly is an assclown?" Triple H wanted to know.
"There are a lot of them running around in this building. You'll know them when you see them," the voice said. "Now get out of here and move on to the next room, which is another video game room, by the way."
"Is there a toilet around here somewhere?" Edge asked.
"Sure...in the basement," the voice said. "Venture down there if you dare..."
"I really have to go!" Edge said, then got up and ran out of the booth and out of the room, headed by himself for the basement...
Triple H walked out of the soundproof booth and looked around. The room was back to normal, normal being vast and empty. He walked over to the other members of his group and was surprised to find Stephanie and Jericho still making out. "Break it up already!" he growled.
Jericho pulled back and looked affectionately at Stephanie, then smirked. "Not a bad kiss, not a bad kiss at all," he said approvingly.
"Hey, I'm just that damn good," Stephanie replied, touching his chest. "And obviously, so are you..."
"Ok, this is done with, so let's get out of here," Shawn said, tired of watching Stephanie and Jericho together. He looked around and a frown creased his brow. "Where's Edge?"
"He had to take a leak, and the toilet is in the basement," Triple H said. "So he headed for the basement...alone."
"And you didn't go with him?" Jericho asked incredulously.
"Well, no. Why should I?" Triple H asked with a shrug. "We're not on a buddy system. This isn't third grade."
"Sometimes, I think your nose is bigger than your brain," Jericho said angrily. "Why would you just let him leave when you know it's dangerous to wander the halls alone?"
"Yeah, why'd you do that?" Stephanie demanded.
"Why are you two ganging up on me?" Triple H asked, lower lip trembling.
"Look, let's just go to the last room on this floor and be done with it," Shawn interrupted. Everyone grudgingly agreed, and they all exited the room, once again with Edge not with them...
A/N: I had big plans for this chapter, really big plans...in my mind. I can't seem to type what I'm thinking, though! I've had this whole Sims thing planned out since last YEAR and I just found myself wanting to end this chapter really fast... Sorry if I confused anyone. Oh yeah, and reviews would be greatly appreciated... Thanks!