The Mole Chap. 4: Now Onto the Forth Task
A/N: Don't own either show. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you continue to enjoy this story.
Chris Jericho met with the players the next day.
"Currently there is 41,000 dollars in the pot. Today you will get the chance to earn more. Once again you will be split up. This time there will be only two groups. The groups are labeled good counters and creative. Make your decision now about who are in which group."
"Since both tasks are worth the same amount. How about it be the girls verses the guys," Maria pitched the idea to the others. Some looked horrified but others seemed to want the competition.
"I say it's a great idea. If any of the guys don't agree to it then it makes me think that they are afraid of losing to a girl." Triple H stood next to Maria.
"Fine, but we want unofficial leaders for the groups." Edge announced with Lita holding onto his arm.
"Leaders again, you know it's getting a bit old." John stood next to Maria. "Fine, Trish will be the leader for the divas and I will be the leader for the guys."
Since Trish was a leader she added, "How about since the guys are good at countering moves, then they are the good counters. Since the divas are very creative in the ring we'll be the creative group."
"Let the best group win." Mickie grabbed Maria and Trish, the two closest divas and ran into another room labeled creative. Lita stalked after them giving the guys a sour look.
"How come I'm stuck with three of the biggest losers on the Raw roster?" Edge looked at Shawn, Hunter, and John.
"I need to interrupt this little get together to discuss your task. I hope the four of you can count up to two hundred because counting is a skill you will need for this." Jericho lead them outside.
"Quick question Chris, the point of this game is to watch the clues and figure out which one of us is the mole. How are we supposed to do this when we are being kept in groups for the last task. The mole could be in a different group and we would have no clue what sabotaging they have done for the day." Shawn looked irritated when Jericho smirked.
"It's quite easy to answer that. You are supposed to talk with your teammates, not just the ones in your group but the ones playing to find the mole. You shouldn't have to worry about missing things soon because this is that last task that you will be separated into groups. That is unless you are sent home today Michaels." Chris Jericho enjoyed the unhappy expression on his rival's face. "Now for the task. You see this large gated meadow?"
The male wrestlers looked at the large enclosed area in front of them. A man with three sheep dogs opened a gate and a lot of sheep ran into the meadow and started to munch on the grass.
"Your task for today is to count all of these sheep. Only the correct answer will earn you fifty thousand dollars. A wrong answer will earn you nothing."
"How are we expected to count all of these beasts when they keep on moving? This task is impossible!" Edge exclaimed as he started counting a few of the sheep in his head.
"This task may seem impossible but the answer shouldn't be hard to find. To help you out this man here has three sheep dogs. One of them are young, one middle aged, and one old. They know how to round up sheep but one of them would be the best choice. Now if you excuse me, I have to inform the divas about what they would be doing." Jericho couldn't wait to see the gorgeous WWE divas once again.
Trish, Mickie, Maria, and Lita were looking at the different works of art in the room. Chris came in and looked at the girls.
"Beautiful works of art right in front of my eyes," Jericho blurted out. The divas gave him a look and he tried to cover his slip, "I mean the pictures here are wonderful. What the four of you have to do it create a work of art and try to fool an art critic. It won't be easy."
He left the room to let the girls begin.
"I think we should use buttons to make a pretty picture," Trish said.
"Add some sparkles," said Mickie.
"We can use these markers," added Maria.
"I think it looks butt ugly," Lita concluded after they made the picture.
"Well it looks like a random jumbled up piece of art. Very original and sleek if I could say so." Trish and the girls stood back and waited for the critic to arrive. The guys were deciding which dog to choose.
"I think we should choose the young one because it's full of life." Edge pointed to the little one.
"No way, it's probably too playful. Lets choose the middle aged one." Triple H pointed to the little one.
"I think old and wise would be best." Shawn Michaels pointed to the oldest dog. He then turned to John, "Okay Cena, you can be the tie breaker then."
"I don't care just pick a mutt and lets get counting." John watched as the other three stared at him. "Okay if you want my opinion then pick the little one and lets go."
The little dog chased the sheep around and played with the guys. Edge was in charge of the north, John of the south, Shawn of the east, and Hunter of the west. A while later Jericho and the critic entered the diva room.
"Ladies, this here is master art critic Jacques Phon-sway. His job here will be to pick out the piece that the four of you made."
The critic walked around for about five minutes and then went back to Jericho.
"I believe this piece is yours ladies?"
"How can you tell? It's just a random piece of art?!" Mickie James was furious.
"That's how I could tell. You just added colors here and sparkles there. There is little to no focus points. Also what does it signify and what design does it have?" The critic pointed to the picture as he talked about it. "See the fruits on the ground. They are placed to make a smiley face. The focal point is the dark colored fruit being used for its' nose. And these pictures may look like jumble stuff, but they signify a lot of things."
Jericho dismissed the critic and turned to the divas, "You have 41,000 dollars in the pot. No money was added but maybe the guys will have better luck.
"This is just not working, "Triple H announced as he chased the sheep around. "The more we count and separate, the more they come back together and mess the counting up.
Edge was busy chasing the playful dog around. The dog messed them up because it kept chasing the sheep away. John was trying to separate a few sheep but they just ran around him. He fell into the dirt and growled at the sheep. Shawn just sat down on the grass and meditated, earning more then a few glares from the other guys.
"Time is up men," Jericho and the ladies arrived. By the look on the women's faces, they knew that the divas failed their task. "How many sheep are here?"
The wrestlers looked at each other, each trying to make an estimated guess. Edge walked in front of them.
"There are about three hun..." "Two hundred."
Shawn Michaels received hopeful looks from the divas while the men looked at him in bewilderment. How could he know the answer when he was just sitting there with his eyes closed?
"Is this your final answer?"
"Yes, it is Jericho," he answered crossing his arms.
"You are right. There are exactly two hundred sheep in this meadow!" Jericho congratulated the men on adding 50,000 dollars into the pot bringing it to 91,000 dollars.
"How did you know that there were that many sheep here?" Trish asked Shawn.
"It was just a lucky guess. In the beginning Chris told us the number when he asked if we could count that high. It could have been wrong but we didn't have any other answers."
Chris Jericho looked at the group following him back to the hotel. He turned around to face them because he had to tell them one thing.
"The right choice for the sheep dog was the middle-aged one. He was the best trained and his age made him the best choice. The young one would just run around and the old one would find a place to sleep."
"I told you so," Hunter glared at both Edge and Cena.
"Now it's time for your confessionals. Then on to the next test." Chris sat in the room with the group as one by one they left to do their confessionals.
"I'm not surprised the guys didn't pick up on Jericho's clue. They are pretty thickheaded. I mean look who we have for the male wrestlers, Edge, John Cena, and my pal Triple H. Sorry, I don't have much for my confessional. I just want to get this game over with so I can go back to the WWE and resume my passion for wrestling." Shawn's confessional ended.
"I was the unofficial leader for the divas and I failed them. Maybe we overdid it with the sparkles and the bright colors, but we don't do this for a living like the other artists. We wrestle for a living. Honestly I don't think Lita has good taste. She thought our piece looked hideous." Trish's confessional ended.
"I prefer making pretty pictures then getting dirty chasing after sheep. I think Lita has a negative attitude and she and her plaything need to leave the game. That would make the game more fun." Maria's confessional ended.
"Okay honestly how could anybody pick the right sheepdog? I thought it was a trick question. Jericho gives us three dogs and it wouldn't be the one we picked. I am very suspicious of Shawn. Instead of just sitting there he should have told us the answer. I think he just thinks about himself. The mole's going down." John's confessional ended.
"This game gets worse and worse. Very little money has been added to the pot, like I care. Only one person is going to win it. This game sucks and soon I can end it and get back to do what I do best, escort my baby to the ring and have some fun in the sack. Moles rule and the other players drool. I'm not the mole but if it's a guy I'll give him a little present." Lita's confessional ended.
"This was a cool task, I got to be with Trish again! I think she is the mole though, she keeps on losing focus in tasks and causes us to lose money. If this was a different reality show, she would be voted off the island. Look out Trish, here's Mickie!" Mickie James' confessional ended.
"Cena and Michaels are toast. Not only did I have to chase after the little runt, I had to be outdone by Shawn. I'm better then him! I've proved it over and over again! This show is rigged! The mole is toast as soon as we get back to the ring." Edge's confessional ended.
"The mole's getting weaker, I can feel it. Could this be a good change? What chaos are we in for in the next tasks?" Triple H's confessional ended.
"I tried to mess up both tasks. I succeeded in messing one up but not the other. That guy has to go!"
Jericho met up with the group in the test-taking room. Each superstar took a seat, some prepared to take the next test in the game.
"You all know the drill by now, I hope. There are ten questions and the person who gets the least amount of correct answers will be eliminated. If there is a tie then the person who finishes the fastest will be the one to move on to the next round."
'What group was the mole in?'
'Did the mole use sparkles in the picture?'
'Which sheepdog did the mole pick?'
'Was the mole one of the unofficial leaders?'
'Did the mole think the picture look good?'
'Which direction did the mole be in to count sheep?'
'Was the mole have a good or bad attitude in the confessionals?'
'What gender is the mole?'
'Does the mole like Jericho or hate him?'
'Who is the mole?'
After the answers were turned in they turned to the result screen. As each named passed and turned green, Shawn Michaels' name turned red.
"Shawn, you are the mole's latest victim. You must immediately leave the premises." Jericho watched as Shawn left the room to go back to his hotel room and pack his belongings. Chris looked to the back of the room to see the mole grin.
'It's much better with Shawn gone. He was earning the team too much money. Now I know who I want to get rid of next.' The mole planned it's next stage of attack.