This Chapter is based on the pay perview pretty much. Theres also more swearing then there usually is. Enjoy.
Final Resolution
The electric guitars started and the four of us stepped out of the tunnel. Petey trotted ahead of us on the ramp and turned around to show everyone his number. He winked at me as he opened his shirt then he turned back around. Things between me and all the guys was great. Except for the occasional tension but I hoped after tonight that would be gone. Jesse and Rod were great and Allen has been good since he seen me practice. Something is bothering him though.
Petey started the match with Jay. It didn't take long for him to tag A1. Petey pointed to the middle of the ring and A1 obediently jumped in and flexed his muscles at Jay who tagged in Lance Hoyt. The ticked off Texan and A1 threw each other around for a while. Lance tagged Eric and him and Kenny King went at it for a while. Eric climbed to the top turnbuckle for ShowTime but Kenny grabbed him to suplex him off the top. Petey grabbed hold of Eric's leg to anchor him down. Eric jumped and Kenny lost balance and fell.
Lance was tagged in and Eric jumped onto his back. Lance was able to get Eric over his head then he power bombed him onto the mat. Lance tagged in Jay and A1 jumped into the ring when Eric crawled and tagged Petey. A1 charged Lance and both men flipped out of the ring. Kenny King beat on Petey until the ref told him to leave. Jay took this opportunity to climb to the top and jumped. Petey rolled out of the way and used the rope to pull himself up. Poor Jay landed flat on his stomach. He got to his feet but Petey was faster he set Jay up and did the Destroyer. I counted with the ref and jumped into the ring after he got the three count.
I shook my head at A.j's match. That dam Shannon Moore ran in there and screwed him overagain. That green basterd's really starting to get annoying. The camera went to the backstage area where Shane Douglas was standing in front of Sting's dressing room. No one answered when he knocked so he slowly opened the door. The first thing I saw was Eric sitting on the floor beside a mini fridge. Scott sat on the couch and A1 and Petey were standing in front of the table.
"What the hell is going on here. I'm looking for Sting." Shane asked in confusion and disappointment.
"Hey we're looking for Sting too." Petey said. "Look at this." He read out the inscription on a plaque on the table. "Total Non-Stop Action welcomes Sting. And look at this layout. I mean they've really outdone them selves this time. Apples, Perriot water, carrots. When team Canada came to TNA did we get anything like this?" All the other guys shook their heads. "And he didn't even have it in him to show up." Eric stepped up beside Petey.
"I wouldn't say that Petey. I have this feeling. A Canadian danger sense that he's here somewhere we should keep our eyes open." The locker room went dark and all I could here was Shane yell and Eric scream over and over. "I didn't mean to do it!" The lights went back on and Eric was in Shane's arms. He quickly dropped him and Petey sat an arm over each of Eric's shoulders. A1 passed him a bottle of water.
"Hey stupid." Scott flicked the light switch off then on and started to laugh again.
I sat back and watched AMW and 3-D start their match. It was for the world tag team championship. The locker room was so quiet. Scott came threw the door and sat down. None of the guys were with him. I really wanted to talk to Petey about what a dumbass he was. I had to admit though he looked sexy when he was trying to prove a point.
Gail Kim pulled out a pouch and poured white powder into Chris Harris's hands. Bubba saw this and slapped the bottom of his hands causing the powder to get in the ref's eyes. I swore and slapped the arm of the couch knowing this probably wasn't good for 3-D. I smiled though when Bubba pulled Harris into the pin and the blinded ref counted to three. Bubba and Deevon jumped up and hugged and the whole crowd cheered for the new tag team champs. All of a sudden three red figures slid into the ring. Eric and A1 took down the surprised team 3-D and Petey stood supervising holding a hockey stick. He pulled Harris over Bubba and slid out of the ring to help the ref in. Eric grabbed the hockey stick and him and A1 were out of the ring by the time the ref looked.
The ref lifted up Harris's arm and announced them the winners. Petey grabbed the belts and passed one to Harris and pushed the other one at Gail. The three team Canada men helped AMW get to the back. I turned in shock to Scott. He just nodded and didn't look surprised at all. Five minutes later the three guys came in smiling and looking really pleased with themselves. Scott got up and whispered something to them and left. I just glared at them and shook my head a little bit.
"Umm we should go." Eric looked at the ground and followed A1 out of the room.
"Yea go celebrate a job well done." I said sarcastically. Petey stood there not making eye contact but waiting for me to say something.
"I take it you were cheering for 3-D." I got to my feet and stormed out and into the office in the back. Petey followed me.
"It doesn't matter who I was cheering for. How can you get involved in that? Totally interfering in something that's none of your business. Are you guys AMW's little bitches now? Why the hell did you guys have to do that to 3-D. I watched the funeral a few months back but this was worse."
"I know. Look I'm sorry. I can't take that back and breaking into the locker room was funny. You have to admit it. But look, we're supposed to be ready to help Jeff. If you don't want me to interfere I won't." He knew I wasn't pissed anymore and he pulled me back close to him. "And it seems we're alone." Hekissedmy neckandI pushed away from him laughing.
"Go put some clothes on."
"You know you don't want that." I left the small office and shut the door behind me. The guys were still gone so I sat on the couch in front of the TV. Scott stormed in and looked around. I pointed to the door of his office and he went in. Their conversation didn't last long before Scott came back out and left. Petey came back out like nothing happened and plopped down beside me andput his arm over my shoulders.
"He isn't mad is he?" Petey shook his head and turned up the TV.
"He prefers me to not go out there anyway." We leaned back and watched a few matches. When Monty, Jeff and Christian all came out the noise level was deafening. The whole crowd was going nuts. Sting had the whole ring to himself so he walked around soaking it all in. Christian started with Jeff and as much as Christian tried he was having trouble getting to Sting. Sting was finally tagged in and he took over completely. The match was really good and Gail Kim got into it by doing the Hurracurona to Christian. By the time Sting pinned Jeff for the three count not one person in the crowd was sitting. I hopped up to answer the door when I heard a loud knocking. I opened it wide surprised to see Larry Zabisko. Scott came in right behind him looking as confused as me.
"Trinity. I have something I want to talk to you and your coach about." He passed me couple of papers and Petey leaned over my shoulder and automaticlly knew what it meant.
"This is bullshit." Petey took it from my hands and shoved it at Scott to look at. It was a contract for a handicap match.
Ohh a cliffhanger. Yup i don't make too many of those. anyway if you review tell me what you think the contracts for?