Chapter Eleven: Discovered

He saw the redhead walking with the musclehead down the road towards the woods. They were distorted through the crystal ball, but he could tell that they meant trouble.

Vince pulled back and looked at the six deviants that were seated along the chaise. The first deviant was Sharmell, a princess fallen from grace in King Todd's kingdom. Her form of attire was a black halter dress with red sparkles and a high slit up the front, and she still wore a tiara to connect herself with her old days of royalty.

The next deviant, seated below her on the chaise itself, was Michelle McCool. Blonde, small, beautiful, she was dressed in a black blouse tied under her small bosom and a black miniskirt, her glasses slid down to the bridge of her nose.

The next deviant on the docket was Kristal Marshall, daughter of a local merchant. She was dressed in a black tube top and pants, her hair feathered back, her evil eyes twinkling with sadistic delight as she picked on Stacy Keibler, the youngest deviant of the crew. She had chosen a black skirt and black shirt, and she was getting ready to zap Kristal out of the window.

The last two deviants were Chyna and Dawn Marie. Out of all the deviants, Chyna was the most intimidating, being five-foot ten and being made of solid muscle.

"Ladies," Vince replied. He had a soft spot for these girls and they knew it. "What we are going to do is we are going to do whatever we can to aid these six in their journey to find Queen Stephanie. Cause let's be serious, that's why they are here," he replied. The girls nodded. Stephanie's royal knights without a shadow of a doubt brought them here, and they knew it. "Once they find Queen Stephanie, then you can dispose of them. Otherwise, don't touch." The girls nodded.

"Go now and do what you have to."

The rain was finally dwindling as Batista and Lita made their way towards the other side of the woods. He had to admit, seeing her there, arms crossed over her chest, hair plastered against her face, makeup smudged, he had to admit, she looked beautiful.

"Dave?"

He snapped out of his reverie. "Yeah, Lita?"

"I was thinking, if Vince has a brand of six deviants with him...they never told us who the girls were."

"What are you getting at?" he asked.

"What I'm getting at is outside of you, me, the other four and the six that brought us, we have to trust nobody."

"You really feel that way?"

"Wanna bet your life on it?"

He shook his head. "No, I can honestly say I don't."

"Then we might as well just trust those we know." He nodded and they continued walking through the woods.

"Damn."

To say Chyna was dismayed was an understatement to say the least. It looked like Lita was going to be smart, and if she was going to be smart, then it meant that the big musclehead that she was with was going to follow along. Anyway, look at him! He is so in love with her. Chyna scoffed. Love. What a stupid word, what a ridiculous concept. If she had her way, she would kill Queen Stephanie upon discovery, but Vince would kill her in return. She had been scorned by King Hunter when she was younger, more beautiful, and because of that, she was going to see to it that Lita and Batista never got to see the light of a day together as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Meanwhile, Michelle was behind a tree, keeping her watchful eye on them as they made their way towards the exit. This might prove tough. She and Chyna shot a look at each other that gave each other the idea without a word even being spoken. Love-scorned Chyna was already plotting their demise, but Michelle had other ideas for Batista. Other ideas that she liked very, very much...

Randy Orton and Layla stopped in at a house. It seemed as though all the houses there were deserted or abandoned, so he was hoping he could find a sweater for Layla to shut her up. For the last two and a half hours she had done nothing but whine about how cold it was. It was going to drive him crazy. He was already thinking of killing her. After all, they were in another world, how would anybody outside of that know? They wouldn't, he reasoned.

"Looking for something?"

Layla and Randy jumped, spooked, and turned around to see Kristal leaned against the doorframe. On the other side of the doorframe was Stacy Keibler. "Oh!" Layla replied. "Sorry. We didn't know anybody lived here."

"Don't worry about it," Kristal replied, shooting a conspiratorial glance at Stacy. They were going to play along. "What can we do for you?"

"We're looking for a sweater or something," Randy explained. "It's been raining and Layla here is frozen."

"Oh. Stace, why don't you run upstairs and see if you can find anything for her," Kristal said. Stacy nodded and disappeared up the steps. "I'm Kristal. You are?"

"Randy Orton," he replied, shooting his trademark flirtatious glance at her. They stared at each other, trying to one-up each other on the flirtatious front. The moment was cut short when Stacy appeared seconds later with a pink sweater.

"Here you go..."

"Layla."

"Layla." The two deviants stood together. "We haven't seen you around here before?"

"We're visiting," Randy replied as an attempt to cover it up. "Just passing through with my wife." Layla stared at him wide-eyed, and Stacy and Kristal exchanged knowing glances.

"Oh, okay. Well, enjoy your time, and hopefully you find your way back to the hotel okay," Stacy said, keeping the lie alive.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I remember which direction we came from. Come on, babe," he replied and led Layla out. The two deviants started laughing when they were out of earshot.

"If they're really married, then he is a total sleazebag," Kristal laughed.

"They're not. Look how young they look. It's not possible," Stacy laughed. "I'll bet you they're high school students." They laughed.

"Think we can get them to hook us up?" Kristal asked.

"Probably a lot easier than Chyna and Michelle. They're upstairs fuming right now. Apparently the redhead has some brains." Kristal shrugged and they went up the stairs to join the other deviants.

"You going to be okay?"

Maria was seated on a rock. Her heel had snapped and she had twisted her ankle on the impact. "I'll be okay," Maria replied tearfully. It hurt. She felt so stupid for getting hurt in front of Cena, but he didn't seem to pay any notice or mind to her anger and embarrassment.

"You wanna keep going, or stop for the night?" he asked.

"We can keep going," Maria replied. "I'll be okay."

"You sure?"

They turned to see Dawn Marie and Sharmell standing behind them. "We could always take you to a doctor. Make sure you didn't sprain anything."

Cena was suspicious of the girls. Where the hell did they come from. "Nah, Maria here's a fighter," he replied, keeping his eye on Dawn Marie, who was staring at him with a wild flirtation in her eyes. "So, if you ladies don't mind..." He helped Maria to her feet and they began to walk away.

"What was that about?" Maria asked when they were out of the earshot.

"You can quote me on it, but I got a bad feeling about those women," he replied. "Kinda funny how they just show up all of a sudden, huh?"

Maria thought about it. "Yeah. Where the hell did they come from?"

"I'll bet you they work for Vince," Cena replied. "From hereon in, we trust the angels and the people here with us, okay?" Maria nodded, her eyes huge. "Okay. Come on, let's keep it rollin'." They turned into the wooded area, leaving Sharmell and Dawn Marie to go back to the drawing board.