Hunter clutched the wheel hard, his eyes nearly shut, and now a half an hour away from Baltimore. It was nearly four in the morning, John and Randy were still asleep – and he was virtually the only person on the road.
"Damn Alix…damn her acting…damn me knowing her…damn the WWE…damn her favorite color, her favorite drink…damn everything that has to do with her…" Hunter muttered, slouching down and looking as if he was driving a race car instead of a big soccer-mom SUV.
A few miles down the road, a loud honk blared behind Hunter, and he jolted straight up, swerving back fully into the lane he was supposed to be in.
"And damn that truck too…" he remarked, remembering his earlier statements.
Triple H sighed, trying to focus on the road in front of him. He knew he had only ten minutes until he got to the hotel, but he was getting more and more tired.
Quickly scanning the road to the left and right of him, he spotted a highway-side dingy motel. Better than nothing…he said, shoving John quickly, who was still in the passenger seat next to him.
"Get up, man." He said with a yawn.
"We at Jeff's hotel?" John yawned and stretched, almost like a cat. His eyes widened when he sat up and looked around him outside of the SUV. "This isn't Jeff's hotel…"
"I already dropped Alix off." Hunter gruffly said. "You and your little Viper back there fell asleep before we got there. I'm dead tired, this is some…well, it's a place for me to sleep. Get Randall up. I'm going to get a room – you two don't mind sharing a bed?"
"I've been forced to share a bed with Santino Marella." John rolled his eyes, opening Randy's door as Hunter got out and the crisp night air met his skin. "I don't mind sharing with Randy."
Hunter nodded and took a deep breath of real air before heading to the shabby building that looked like it was the main office. A headache that went previously unnoticed throbbed out with the street lights and the room lights and the stars and he closed his eyes, bringing his fingers to his forehead. He was just too tired.
He brought his hand to the chipping golden doorknob, which was surprisingly warm for this late at night – or early in the morning, depending on how you want to look at it. Must be some couple who just got here from a strip club or something…he scoffed, not wanting to deal with anyone other than himself and Randy and John that night.
Triple H opened the door and he kept his eyes on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone who may have happened to go in there before him.
"Hundred dollars a night – you know that, right Hunter?" A familiar English accent drawled, and Hunter's head whipped up. He raised his hands and pulled them into tight fists.
"I'm warning you Barrett." He growled, glaring at the leader of the Nexus. Wade just smirked. "Don't try anything with me. All I want to do is sleep!"
"Oh you'll be sleeping well with the Nexus around." Wade chuckled. With the mention of Nexus, Justin Gabriel, Heath Slater, Michael McGillicutty, David Otunga, Husky Harris, and, the new addition, Alberto Del Rio stepped out from seemingly nowhere. Triple H took a few steps back, trying to get out of the door and to run back to the SUV.
What is taking John and Randy so long…? Hunter thought as the seven Superstars surrounded him – cutting off his way to the doorway. Wade grabbed two hidden steel chairs from behind the front desk and passed one to Justin Gabriel and one to Heath Slater. They each took one calculated step toward Hunter and he twisted around and around, trying to figure out if someone was going to attack first.
"Now." Wade said quietly, and the chair in Heath's hands slammed against Hunter's head. He fell to the ground and the seven Superstars proceeded to beat on Hunter everywhere. Feet and fists pounded against his head, legs, sides, stomach…everywhere. He tried to curl himself into a ball or something to try and get the damage to lessen. It was no use though.
With one more slam of the chair, now against his spine, Hunter passed out. He shut his eyes and let everything numb, and let himself fall unconscious. Being a wrestler, it was almost an art; knowing how to make himself pass out. It was especially useful when things wet awry on screen.
"450, Justin." Wade ordered, and Justin Gabriel nodded, everyone else backing away from Hunter. Justin went behind the front desk and hopped up on top of it. He had done 450s outside of the ring before, and he knew it hurt. No matter where or how he tried to land it, it hurt. Even in the ring it hurt, just hurt less. So jumping and landing on a well-muscled body on top of a tiled floor…he couldn't imagine how much it was going to hurt.
"Justin." Wade barked, his hands on his hips. "Now."
"Yes Wade." Justin grimaced, running a hand back through his hair. Honestly he was done with trying to hurt everyone that was close to Alix. But he wasn't going to leave the Nexus. Leaving the Nexus meant getting beat up himself. He saw the pain they put others through, and just imagining that on himself hurt.
"Justin!" Wade barked louder as Hunter stirred just a little. Justin jumped off the desk and flipped twice in the air, as he had done when the team had beat up John Cena when they first started to take over Raw. He landed on his stomach on top of Hunter and quickly flipped back onto his feet, though it felt like a rib had cracked. Hunter groaned loudly and twisted to his side, trying to find a position that the pain would go away.
Wade nodded approvingly at the Nexus, and exited out the back with the rest of them quickly followed him. Justin glanced over his shoulder at the hurting Hunter, but nevertheless followed the rest of his team without any further hesitation.
"Hunt, what is taking so – " Cena started as he walked into the front office. He stopped however when the door slammed against Triple H's head, causing him to groan again. "Randy – get in here!"
Meanwhile, Jeff and Alix stepped out of a small darkroom, each covered in paint nearly from head to foot. Alix was spattered in yellow and red from her hair to her toes, and Jeff was covered in purple and green. They each were laughing, barely able to hold themselves up.
"You just had to get paint all over me, didn't you?" Alix grinned, picking a chip of dried paint out of her hair. "You said you had it set up so we could just get splattering!"
"Did you honestly think when practically just making a mess you wouldn't make a mess on yourself?" Jeff laughed, and while the two tried to grab towels so they could sit on the one couch, the phone rang loud.
"Yellow?" Jeff answered, picking paint off of his face gently. "Yeah it's Jeff. Did you really not recognize my voice? …Yes, Alix is here. We just had a paint war. …Yes, I told her we were splatter painting for a new sculpting project. …Yes, I know that's a lie. Could you get to the point?"
Jeff's eyes widened as he dropped the ratty yellow-brown towels he had grabbed.
"No I did not know that…and neither did she." He breathed. "We're on our way to Baltimore right now."
Jeff threw the phone back onto the stand and grabbed Alix's hand.
"Where are we going?" she yelled as she was dragged through the hallways and to the elevator of the apartment building.
"Hunter's in the hospital." Jeff said gruffly, dragging her now to his pick-up and revving the engine as soon as they were both seated.
"That's it!" Alix shouted, throwing her hands in the air, and collapsing them back into her lap. "I'm done, I'm through with the WWE."
"Like hell you're not." Jeff muttered, blindly steering onto the highway. "I'm comin' back with you, Lil Devil. If these people can take Hunter out, they need to have somethin' handed back to them. Say aye if you agree it should be their asses."
AN: OMG 'TAKER was on Smackdown earlier! He has a beautiful accent~ Anywayz…Jeffro to the WWE? What do we think, what do we think?