Chapter 10

"Stevie if you don't shut the fuck up, I swear to God it won't be assault you'll need to worry about..." Tommy cursed his friend under his breath.

"See!" Stevie interjected as they walked along the corridor, getting closer to their room. "This is what I'm talking about! It's always the same thing...'Shut up Stevie.' or there's always the threats of violence. I have feelings too ya know Tommy...I'm a human being!" Stevie finished his little speech with the usual hint of guilt induced hurt.

I will not kill him. I will not kill him. I will not go to jail for him. The words repeated themselves in Dreamer's brain. He would not harm his friend, no matter how annoying he was, Tommy Dreamer would not rise to it. He counted to ten and took (what he hoped to be) a calming breath.

"I'm sorry." Tommy bit out. It was always hard to say those two words to Steven Richards as he usually made you regret saying them in the space of 2 seconds.

That all too familiar smile appeared on the long haired man's face. It was the same smile that appeared on the face of a child or teenager who knew they were pushing their parents or the person they were annoying buttons.

"I didn't catch that..." Stevie drawled pulling the hair away from his ear, holding his hand up against it to emphasise his point. "What'd ya say there Tommy?"

Tommy rolled his eyes and pulled out his key card. "What...you Hulk Hogan now or somethin'?"

Stevie smirked as his friend muttered under his breath and unlocked the door.

"You say one more word and I mean it..." Tommy threatened but stopped as he caught sight of Rob and Stacy curled up on Rob's bed. Stacy's left foot was hanging out the bed slightly and it was twitching. Rob's cheek was nestled against hers.

"Awwww...we should take a picture and use it as blackmail material." Stevie whispered.

Tommy playfully shoved him. "Shut the door quietly." He said in a hushed whisper.

Stevie did as he was told. The door shut silently. Tommy walked silently past his sleeping friend and frowned when he looked down at Stacy. That bruise on her neck was certainly coming through now.

I can't believe I ever thought he'd do that. He knew. I'm such an asshole. Tommy sadly glanced down at Rob.

Stevie tiptoed past him to get to his bed. He was being over dramatic with each step he took.

"You really act like a child sometimes." Tommy whispered as he wandered to his own bed.

Stevie grinned then looked over at Stacy and frowned. "That mark on her neck...you thought Rob did it, didn't you?"

Tommy swallowed his guilt. "I know." He sighed kicking his shoes off. Stacy moaned in her sleep and nestled closer to Rob. The two men froze, scared she heard them or worse they woke her up.

"I was being an ass but I just saw the beginnings of a bruise and feared the worst." Tommy admitted.

Stevie smiled sympathetically and got settled into his bed. He was sleeping in the bed next to Tommy. Rob's bed was against the wall, a few yards from Tommy's.

"Shane did it." Stevie replied gravely.

Tommy couldn't answer. He's right. But both men knew that there was no way they could prove it. Shane was a McMahon and as such, he was well protected, there was no way they could prove he did it – even though the mark was clear as day, Shane McMahon was a bastard.

"We better get some shut eye. No doubt we'll have a match later on tonight." Tommy yawned as he settled down to sleep.

Stevie smiled slightly. "Night Tom Tom." His grin got bigger as the dark haired man cursed under his breath.

Score for Richards! I love being me sometimes.

Four hours later Stacy Keibler stirred from her sleep. She sleepily opened her eyes. She squinted at the small alarm clock. 10.30. God, I could sleep for a week! The effects of the late night were now catching up with her but she was used to it. At least after tonight's show she would get a day off tomorrow which meant not getting up at the crack of dawn.

She looked down and saw the pair of strong arms protectively wrapped around her waist. She turned her head slightly and couldn't help but smile as she watched Rob sleep.

He looks so cute...his nose scrunched slightly...wonder if he knows that he does that?

"Its not polite to stare ya know." Rob sleepily teased making her blush.

He opened his eyes and the smile formed across his face. "Hey." He whispered.

"Hey." She said softly and stroked his cheek.

He was about to say something to her but a loud snore coming from Stevie's direction cut him off. They snapped their heads round and saw the long haired man, mutter something incoherent to himself before turning to face the opposite wall. It was a good thing they didn't need to travel far to the arena cause there was no way in Hell Stevie was waking anytime soon.

Stacy stifled a giggle. "Is she always like that?"

Rob pulled a face. "You have no idea." "Sometimes he's much worse." He added flashing her a cheeky smile.

She shot him a look of mock surprise. "Really? I didn't think that was physically possible."

He chuckled. "You get used to it after a while." He replied.

"Well maybe you could room with me sometime..." She told him suggestively.

He smirked at her as she moved closer to him. "I thought you wanted to take things slow?"

She grinned. "I'm sure we're responsible enough to share a bed together aren-" but he cut her off by kissing her passionately.

She grinned as he rolled her on top of him, the covers were up at her shoulders so it offered some form of privacy. Things soon got heated, he moved his hand under her top, she moaned softly into his mouth as she felt his hand come in contact with her skin. He moved up and cupped her breast in his hand. She wasn't sure how she managed it but she stifled the moan that threatened to come out.

Rob was about to move his other hand under to caress her other breast but he suddenly remembered where he was and more importantly who was sharing the room with him.

He reluctantly broke away and she opened her eyes and looked at him, a faint blush forming on both their faces.

"Shit." She giggled and rested her head on his chest to muffle her sound.

He didn't say anything, he was enjoying himself far too much but knew there was no way they could go any further due to his two best friends being in the same room with them. It was just weird and not to metion wrong!

She looked up at him and smiled as she moved over so she was now lying beside him.

"Do you think they heard us?"

Rob looked over at his friends. Stevie was dead to the world he knew that much and Tommy hadn't moved but his back was to them so he couldn't tell if he was asleep or not.

"I should probably get back to Torrie." Stacy said glumly. What is wrong with you? You'll see him later for God sakes!

Rob smiled sadly at her. "She'll be worrying about you even though Dumb and Stevie (she giggled again) told her what's happening."

She sat up as did he. "I guess I'll see you later then...at the arena..."

He nodded and the two got up and quietly walked to the door. As they passed Tommy's bed, his eyes snapped open, he had been awake for the past half an hour and had a small smile on his face.

Rob opened the door and looked out into the hallway. Not a soul was there.

"Good to go." He announced as she stepped out of the hotel room.

She got up in her tip toes and kissed him softly on the lips. "Bye Rob." She waved at him and winked as she walked away, the smile not leaving her face.

Rob wanted to punch the air in celebration. "See you Stace." He hollered and watched her head to the elevators before stepping inside.

He closed the door, unaware that Tommy was now sitting cross legged on his bed. He turned around and jumped about 20 feet into the air.

"Jesus Tommy!" He clutched at his chest. "The Hell is wrong with you?" He hissed at his friend.

Tommy grinned. "That's rich coming from you...oh and next time try and be a little more quieter. I really don't wanna hear that..."

Rob's cheeks went scarlet as Tommy laughed quietly. Rob muttered under his breath and glared at his gleeful friend before heading into the bathroom.

"Make sure that shower's nice and cold!" Tommy called out, he couldn't resist.

"Fuck you Dreamer!" Rob yelled back.

Stevie let out another snore. Oblivious to what was going on around him.

Stacy composed herself before knocking on the door to her and Torrie's hotel room.

"Just a second!" Torrie yelled from inside.

The lock fumbled for a moment and she bit her lip as she heard Torrie's muffled "Goddammit!" as she wrestled with the lock.

The door opened and Torrie's eyes widened as she looked at her friend. Her lips were swollen, hair messy, not to mention she looked like she hadn't slept all night. Plus her neck was an interesting shade of purple.

"What the hell did he do to you last night?" She stepped aside to let her friend enter.

Stacy's stomach tightened as she remembered the bruise on her neck. Does she know about Shane? Does she think Rob done this to me?

"I mean I knew he was flexible an all but I didn't think he was into that sort of thing." The other blonde admitted as she let the door shut behind them.

Stacy didn't look at her as she opened her bag and pulled her clothes out. Torrie frowned. This wasn't like Stacy.

"Stace..." Torrie was now at her best friends side. She gently touched her arm. Stacy locked eyes with her friend. She flinched when she felt her friend gently pull her hair away. The horror was written all over Torrie's face as she took in the ugly purple mark on her friend's neck.

"Oh my God...did he...did Rob..." Torrie choked out.

Stacy's eyes widened. "What? No! Rob didn't do this I swear."

Torrie looked at her friend unconvinced. "Tommy and Stevie came by earlier this morning...they said you were all right...he did this while they were away didn't he?" Torrie was babbling now. "While they were away that asshole put his hands on you! Of all the men I never thought! You don't need to defend him...I'll call Steph or better yet Shane..."

"NO!" Stacy yelled fearfully, stopping the blonde woman's rambling.

Torrie blinked. "Stacy...Stace you're scaring me now. W-why don't you want me to call them? They need to know. Shane especially he's the big boss..."

Stacy let out a shaky breath. "Torrie...he did this to me..." She said quietly. Torrie's eyes widened she realised what her friend had just said.

Torrie was stunned. This couldn't be right? Shane McMahon was a charmer...he oozed sex appeal...he was mild mannered to those he considered friends...lovers...

"He...He's not what he seems Torrie." Stacy added in that same quiet tone. "He's not right...he's sick..."

"I-I don't understand...why...why would he do this?" Torrie couldn't take this in.

I'm dreaming...this has to be one big crazy ass dream! Torrie told herself. Hoping she would somehow wake up and none of this was actually happening.

Stacy looked at her best friend and squeezed her arm. "Torrie believe me...Shane did this to me...Rob knows and I guess pretty soon Tommy and Stevie will too...he did this to me last night when I went to his room..."

"I shouldn't have let you go...I-" Torrie began and began crying. Stacy put her arm around her friend and couldn't help but cry along with her.

"This is my fault not yours." Stacy scolded her, her voice thick from the tears she had kept at bay all night.

Torrie sniffed. "What happened in there Stacy...why did that bastard lay a finger on you?" The blonde's tone darkened as her sadness and guilt led to anger. She was going to kill Shane when she saw him.

Stacy smiled sadly and rubbed her friend's back. "Hey! Settle down firecracker." She teased then took a shaky breath to try and compose herself.

"Last night while I was with Shane, he went to the bathroom. While he was in there I-I looked at something I shouldn't have...Shane was writing in this notebook, he had this plan and I looked at it...he came out, I never even heard him finish up in there!" She shook her head, angry with herself for being so nosy. Torrie didn't say anything, she had to hear this.

"He came at me before I could even move. He grabbed me and held me against a wall...he must have grabbed me harder than he meant to (she motioned to the bruise) cause now I have this..."

"You're a wrestler...you could have protected yourself...fought him off..." Torrie replied quietly puzzled as to why her friend didn't defend herself.

Stacy didn't look at her friend. "He threatened me with a knife (Torrie gasped) I was too scared to move...he told me if I dared tell anyone about this he'd do to me what he'd do to him..."

"Do to who?" Torrie asked worriedly, looking at her friend for any hint of an answer. "Stacy who is Shane after?"

Stacy paused for a moment. "Shane is planning on taking out Dwayne ...he wants him gone for good."

A.N: This was originally planned to go in the previous chapter but it would have been too long. The next chapter will include Trish and the others seen as it is set at the arena but now Torrie knows. But Shane still has to get his group of allies and Rob still needs to fill Jeff in so there's hope for them yet!

I want to thank everyone for reviewing, I am trying to get back on track with my writing. I wanted to post something up and that will hopefully get the creative juices flowing again and get me back on track with my writing.

On another note. After publishing the last chapter, I realised that the whole CM Punk 'leaving' was just a storyline but they way they worked it, made me feel like a 10 year old kid again believing everything that went on in that ring was real! One thing I am so pissed off at, me and my sister is the whole Kelly Kelly being champion. Sorry to all the KK fans but I have not and still cannot take her as a wrestler. We watched Smackdown and having to watch someone who can actually wrestle like Tamina job to Kelly is an insult to that women and the Diva division. I watched an old Divas match on YT I think it was Molly Holly vs Trish or something and it made me want to cry. I miss that! I'm glad I got to see those women perform all those years ago. The fans today, who are about 10-11 have no fucking clue what they are missing!

Plus the fact the woman seems to repeat the same moves, does a hand stand all the time and has stole Rikishi's finisher does not make me a happy bunny! I'm sure she's a lovely person but personally I believe that her looks and the fact she's had her way around the locker room has got her to where she is today.

Vince McMahon and his creative team want to get a grip. If I was a woman wrestler I do not think I would want to work for WWE cause see if I wasn't a blonde, fake boobed, fake tanned, skinny minnie I wouldn't get very far. But that's my opinion and I just needed a wee rant!

Until next time!

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