WWE Fan Fiction ❯ The Bad Guys Club ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Y2JRiotGrrrl 
The seven superstars meet and find out that getting along for a four months in the mansion will be a difficult challenge, while Y2J and HBK fight over swag and a racial slur.
Non Anime: WWE Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.03.2008 | Updated On: 07.17.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 278 | Status: Completed
The seven superstars meet and find out that getting along for a four months in the mansion will be a difficult challenge, while Y2J and HBK fight over swag and a racial slur.
Non Anime: WWE Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.03.2008 | Updated On: 07.17.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 278 | Status: Completed
Author's Note: The first few chapters are PG-13ish, but I rated it for Mature Audiences because there's slash and smut later on. I don't own anyone or anything. I'm a huge fan of The Bad Girls, so why write a WWE fanfic based on it? Feedback's appreciated. Don't read and/or post nasty comments if you can't handle it. Don't take this without permission as well.
It was a balmy morning in Chicago as Shawn Michaels waited all morning in a hotel cafe table for other people to show up. He had been the first one to show up on time, and under dressed for the occasion. He didn't understand why Vince made him live with other guys in the mansion. He had no idea for what's in store, and he would rather that the boss suspended him. Worries entered his mind as he sipped up the last of his coffee. It was cheap-tasting coffee, and all this because he and Hunter (Triple H) went in DX incognito and blew up Shane's car (by accident) with cherry bombs. After that, he overdid it with the Pepsi and accidentally kicked one of the rookies because he thought he called him a name.
Two hours past, and all of a sudden, he noticed Chris Jericho wandering around well-dressed and in sunglasses. Was he visiting or was he too punished? "Hey, Jericho!" Shawn called out to him.
The blond Canadian peered over to notice the Heartbreak Kid sitting in the back. He waved and strolled over to his table and sat down. "Hello, Shawn," he said. "You the only one here?"
Two hours past, and all of a sudden, he noticed Chris Jericho wandering around well-dressed and in sunglasses. Was he visiting or was he too punished? "Hey, Jericho!" Shawn called out to him.
The blond Canadian peered over to notice the Heartbreak Kid sitting in the back. He waved and strolled over to his table and sat down. "Hello, Shawn," he said. "You the only one here?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Maybe you can explain why we're here with all these boring, fat tourists?" Chris let out a pout.
"Well, maybe you can explain how JBL ended up in the ER."
It was a small drop of Castor oil on the burgers that Bradshaw left on the table. Actually, seven drops. Everyone had heard about it, getting annoyed with Chris's antics since he came back to the ring. His antics were the result of his anger issues and explosive psychotic temper dating back to his WCW tenure. "At least he's not dead," he said sarcastically. "Now I have to live in some mansion with all you assclowns."
"If he were, you'd be dead. Geez, ever since you came back, you came with 'psychopathic serial killer' tattooed on your head. I and everyone knows you're crazy, but damn, Chris!"
Chris just rolled his eyes. "Hey, he had it coming, and he cost me the title from Orton. So there! Just keep your slimy paws off my stuff, and everything will be all right. That includes my Twinkies."
"Okay, Jericho. Whatever you say."
"Now," the shorthaired blond Canadian grinned, "what brings you in?"
"One: Me and Hunter blew up Shane's car. We thought it was Vince's. Two: I overdid it with the Pepsi and acted crazy."
"Not like 'Ripsi' crazy?" Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Who's Ripsi?"
"Oh, I have a thing for reality TV. Now Shane, no one got hurt, did they?"
"Oh, no. We used cherry bombs, and BOOM!"
Meanwhile, as the two chatted about, Adam Copeland waited for a bus to get to the hotel. He had no choice but to accept this punishment. Unlike Shawn, he'd rather have the time of his life than sleep in and waste his money for talking back at the higher people. Did they deserve to be judged on their looks and well-beings? Yes. Was he drunk? No, but he was caught jerking off watching gay BDSM porn in the locker room, which led him to talking back to the officials. Now he has to live with six other men. He has to eat and breathe the same fucking air with them as well. The thoughts escaped his head as he got on the bus. He sat in the back and soon found Randy Orton there. "YOU TOO?!" they exclaimed.
"What did you do?" Adam asked.
"I got busted for peeping into the divas' locker room, and got jumped by Beth Phoenix," explained Randy.
"What the Eff?"
"You?"
The longhaired blond Canadian blushed. "You don't wanna know."
"Tell me!"
"Okay! I got caught watching porn. It was gay leather porn."
"Hey, at least you're not like Jericho. Did you hear what he did to Bradshaw?"
"Yeah, at first I thought it was you."
"Because I was the first guy he picked on when he came back? Tell me about it. He's a psycho."
And whilst the two are talking about on the bus, Triple H strolled onto the hotel and met Chris and Shawn there. "Well, if it isn't my bomb buddy!" he smiled as he hugged the Texan. "How are you?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Hunter." Chris sneered at him.
"Jericho, I thought you got the chair after what you did," Hunter retorted.
"Geez, I expected you to get suspended, but since you are married to the boss's daughter, you just had to have the special treatment."
Hunter folded his arms. "Yeah, well, don't even think about poisoning me. We have a long history together, and I'll be damned if I'm going to get the same as JBL or worse. So you just watch it, Chris."
"Or else what? You going to call those lawyers Steph hired? Far as I know, she probably owes them tons of money, if you know what I mean."
Shawn's eyes widened as Chris and Hunter got into each other's faces, but Adam and Randy showed in the nick of time, and they all chattered about their actions. "I'm the pervert, you guys!" Randy exclaimed.
"Both of us are," Adam corrected. "Well, I didn't get jumped."
"You cursed them out and called them names."
"They deserved it."
Suddenly, their chattering was interrupted by the presence of John Cena and Chavo Guerrero. With glasses in their hands, they saluted everyone. "Hey, Chris?" said Chavo.
"Yeah?" said Chris.
"That thing you did to JBL, I'm glad you didn't kill him, but he deserved it! Guy's a fat, racist blob, and I'll be damned if he ever tries to do some shit to my family."
"Thank you! At least someone knows where the hell I'm coming from."
"What brings you over here?" Adam asked the Mexican Warrior.
"You know me, I lied, cheated, and stole!"
"Well," John explained. "I'm more of a different case because I got arrested the day I was to show up here."
"For what?!" they all demanded more.
"Theft."
"What'd you stole?!" Shawn asked him.
"I stole some cheese." He waved a set of keys. "But I have the keys to the limo, yo! Let's bounce!"
As if they care to cheer and expect way worse than a limo, the men stepped out of the hotel and, what do you know, a limo stood before them like Hamlet's ghost dancing around in front of them. They got into the limo and they arrived at the mansion. It wasn't grand, but the men enjoyed the exterior and the interior also as they explored their new bedrooms, the large kitchen, and even the gym and outside pool. It wasn't that bad as they expected, and hopefully they can learn to get along.
Later that night, Chris and Chavo went into the huge closet and noticed swag and money lying around in random places. They decided not to take all of it, but to come back and grab what they wanted. Moments later, Adam, Randy, and Shawn went into the closet. "Hey, maybe it'd be better if the other guys would want them," Randy suggested.
"Dude, we were here first." Adam rolled his green eyes, "So we're the first ones getting served. Too bad. Shawn, you in or out?"
"Yeah," agreed the Heartbreak Kid. "I ain't missing out on it!"
So he, Adam, and Randy grabbed all the swag, and ran out of the closet in glee. Another few moments later, Chris and Chavo went back into the closet to find all of the stuff gone. "Who took all the fucking swag?!" exclaimed Y2J.
"This is some bull, man!" said Chavo.
They hung out by the pool and pondered over their share of the swag that was now gone. To Chris, if neither of the jeans or bottles of cologne appealed to him, the guys should be considerate enough to leave him the money or the wallets. Adam, Shawn, and Randy joined them, and Chavo could tell they took all the free stuff. "Did you want what was in the closet?" Shawn asked them.
"You know what?" said Chris, his blue eyes deepened to anger. "Forget it. It was just stuff."
"Hey, you're upset, I know you are." Shawn wasn't a confrontational person, but he was upset that Adam went and took mostly everything in that closet, while Randy and Shawn took the bottles of cologne. He'll let it out...when he's caffeinated.
"Hey, Shawn, it's cool," said Randy, then turned to Chavo and Chris in the pool. "We're going out, which is something the boss didn't say we couldn't do while we're here."
So Randy, Shawn, Hunter, John, and Adam headed into the club partying and drinking their asses off. As soon as everyone went off in the dance floor, Randy was feeling like the ugly slob in the group and felt left out. Shawn noticed Randy by the bar and runs over to him. "Why are you by yourself?" he asked him.
"Well," he responded dismally, "you guys are all paired off, and I feel like I'm the fifth wheel. That's not cool with me."
The Legend Killer could also tell that HBK was jittery from the several cans of pop he downed in two hours. "Hey, I'll put you under my wing, man," he said. "I didn't know you were that insecure, you know."
"Oh, that's not it at all. It's just that I barely know the scene, you know?"
"Me, too."
They walked over to a small corner in the club, and Shawn couldn't help jumping around. "You know, Randy, I can't seem to understand why were you so upset about the stuff in the closet, thinking you were so damn high and mighty, you wanted more. What the fuck?"
Randy gave him a look of bewilderment. "No, that's not what I...That was Guerrero and--
"Oh that white Canadian trash Jericho?"
"Hey! I despise the son of a bitch sometimes, but I don't go around calling him that! That's fucking low of you, Michaels! Really!"
Shawn was manic from the caffeine. "I don't give a rat's ass! If you got something to say, then at least say it to our faces!"
Randy couldn't believe it. He thought everyone wanted to have a fun time at the club and obviously, the closet thing was over, but high on caffeine, Shawn had to bring it up. That idiot asshole. "Damnit, how much fucking pop did you drink tonight? Isn't what got you living in the house with us in the first place, Shawn?"
"I don't care!" exclaimed the Heartbreak Kid. "I've been in the business longer than you have, and I'm grown! So bring it, RKO! Think you're so special!"
"Next time, you are staying away from the Cokes! What the hell did I do to piss you off?"
As soon as Randy tried to get Shawn off his back, Shawn tried to attack Randy. John saw the incident from the back, so he grabbed Adam and they tried to break it up. Shawn started laughing for no reason and called Randy names. Adam and John's eyes widened as the Legend Killer left the club upset.
Moments later, Randy, upset as a space heater, stormed to the phone room to call his fiancée. Chris was on the computer surfing the net when he heard him mumbling threats about Shawn and that Vince would've suspended him instead of living with him for a few months. "Hey, what's the matter?" he asked him.
"You know, I hate you, Jericho," said Randy, "but I don't think I can take this for a few months. I'm going home."
Suddenly, Chris hung up the phone and folded his arms. "What happened? Who pissed you off? Was it Michaels? Was it Triple H? Randy, you came over here from St. Louis to do your punishment. If they pissed you off, you can't let those rotten seventh grade rejects send you home."
"It wasn't Hunter, Chris. It was Shawn. He fucking comes at my face complaining about how you got upset about the damn closet--
Chris's blue eyes widened to a tee. "Whoa, he brought that up again?! What is his fucking problem?!"
"I don't know, and you don't wanna hear what he'd called you."
"What'd he call me?"
"He called you, 'White Canadian trash'."
Chris spat the juice out of his mouth. "What?! Did he make it up or something?"
Randy laughed haughtily. "Chris, the guy was buzzed on fucking cola! I was like, 'Come on, that's low of you.' I thought at first he was talking about Edge since he took everything. Then Shawn heard our conversation by the pool, and he knew he was wrong."
"What the hell, Randy?! I didn't go out with you guys tonight."
"I know."
"Well, maybe you can explain how JBL ended up in the ER."
It was a small drop of Castor oil on the burgers that Bradshaw left on the table. Actually, seven drops. Everyone had heard about it, getting annoyed with Chris's antics since he came back to the ring. His antics were the result of his anger issues and explosive psychotic temper dating back to his WCW tenure. "At least he's not dead," he said sarcastically. "Now I have to live in some mansion with all you assclowns."
"If he were, you'd be dead. Geez, ever since you came back, you came with 'psychopathic serial killer' tattooed on your head. I and everyone knows you're crazy, but damn, Chris!"
Chris just rolled his eyes. "Hey, he had it coming, and he cost me the title from Orton. So there! Just keep your slimy paws off my stuff, and everything will be all right. That includes my Twinkies."
"Okay, Jericho. Whatever you say."
"Now," the shorthaired blond Canadian grinned, "what brings you in?"
"One: Me and Hunter blew up Shane's car. We thought it was Vince's. Two: I overdid it with the Pepsi and acted crazy."
"Not like 'Ripsi' crazy?" Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Who's Ripsi?"
"Oh, I have a thing for reality TV. Now Shane, no one got hurt, did they?"
"Oh, no. We used cherry bombs, and BOOM!"
Meanwhile, as the two chatted about, Adam Copeland waited for a bus to get to the hotel. He had no choice but to accept this punishment. Unlike Shawn, he'd rather have the time of his life than sleep in and waste his money for talking back at the higher people. Did they deserve to be judged on their looks and well-beings? Yes. Was he drunk? No, but he was caught jerking off watching gay BDSM porn in the locker room, which led him to talking back to the officials. Now he has to live with six other men. He has to eat and breathe the same fucking air with them as well. The thoughts escaped his head as he got on the bus. He sat in the back and soon found Randy Orton there. "YOU TOO?!" they exclaimed.
"What did you do?" Adam asked.
"I got busted for peeping into the divas' locker room, and got jumped by Beth Phoenix," explained Randy.
"What the Eff?"
"You?"
The longhaired blond Canadian blushed. "You don't wanna know."
"Tell me!"
"Okay! I got caught watching porn. It was gay leather porn."
"Hey, at least you're not like Jericho. Did you hear what he did to Bradshaw?"
"Yeah, at first I thought it was you."
"Because I was the first guy he picked on when he came back? Tell me about it. He's a psycho."
And whilst the two are talking about on the bus, Triple H strolled onto the hotel and met Chris and Shawn there. "Well, if it isn't my bomb buddy!" he smiled as he hugged the Texan. "How are you?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Hunter." Chris sneered at him.
"Jericho, I thought you got the chair after what you did," Hunter retorted.
"Geez, I expected you to get suspended, but since you are married to the boss's daughter, you just had to have the special treatment."
Hunter folded his arms. "Yeah, well, don't even think about poisoning me. We have a long history together, and I'll be damned if I'm going to get the same as JBL or worse. So you just watch it, Chris."
"Or else what? You going to call those lawyers Steph hired? Far as I know, she probably owes them tons of money, if you know what I mean."
Shawn's eyes widened as Chris and Hunter got into each other's faces, but Adam and Randy showed in the nick of time, and they all chattered about their actions. "I'm the pervert, you guys!" Randy exclaimed.
"Both of us are," Adam corrected. "Well, I didn't get jumped."
"You cursed them out and called them names."
"They deserved it."
Suddenly, their chattering was interrupted by the presence of John Cena and Chavo Guerrero. With glasses in their hands, they saluted everyone. "Hey, Chris?" said Chavo.
"Yeah?" said Chris.
"That thing you did to JBL, I'm glad you didn't kill him, but he deserved it! Guy's a fat, racist blob, and I'll be damned if he ever tries to do some shit to my family."
"Thank you! At least someone knows where the hell I'm coming from."
"What brings you over here?" Adam asked the Mexican Warrior.
"You know me, I lied, cheated, and stole!"
"Well," John explained. "I'm more of a different case because I got arrested the day I was to show up here."
"For what?!" they all demanded more.
"Theft."
"What'd you stole?!" Shawn asked him.
"I stole some cheese." He waved a set of keys. "But I have the keys to the limo, yo! Let's bounce!"
As if they care to cheer and expect way worse than a limo, the men stepped out of the hotel and, what do you know, a limo stood before them like Hamlet's ghost dancing around in front of them. They got into the limo and they arrived at the mansion. It wasn't grand, but the men enjoyed the exterior and the interior also as they explored their new bedrooms, the large kitchen, and even the gym and outside pool. It wasn't that bad as they expected, and hopefully they can learn to get along.
Later that night, Chris and Chavo went into the huge closet and noticed swag and money lying around in random places. They decided not to take all of it, but to come back and grab what they wanted. Moments later, Adam, Randy, and Shawn went into the closet. "Hey, maybe it'd be better if the other guys would want them," Randy suggested.
"Dude, we were here first." Adam rolled his green eyes, "So we're the first ones getting served. Too bad. Shawn, you in or out?"
"Yeah," agreed the Heartbreak Kid. "I ain't missing out on it!"
So he, Adam, and Randy grabbed all the swag, and ran out of the closet in glee. Another few moments later, Chris and Chavo went back into the closet to find all of the stuff gone. "Who took all the fucking swag?!" exclaimed Y2J.
"This is some bull, man!" said Chavo.
They hung out by the pool and pondered over their share of the swag that was now gone. To Chris, if neither of the jeans or bottles of cologne appealed to him, the guys should be considerate enough to leave him the money or the wallets. Adam, Shawn, and Randy joined them, and Chavo could tell they took all the free stuff. "Did you want what was in the closet?" Shawn asked them.
"You know what?" said Chris, his blue eyes deepened to anger. "Forget it. It was just stuff."
"Hey, you're upset, I know you are." Shawn wasn't a confrontational person, but he was upset that Adam went and took mostly everything in that closet, while Randy and Shawn took the bottles of cologne. He'll let it out...when he's caffeinated.
"Hey, Shawn, it's cool," said Randy, then turned to Chavo and Chris in the pool. "We're going out, which is something the boss didn't say we couldn't do while we're here."
So Randy, Shawn, Hunter, John, and Adam headed into the club partying and drinking their asses off. As soon as everyone went off in the dance floor, Randy was feeling like the ugly slob in the group and felt left out. Shawn noticed Randy by the bar and runs over to him. "Why are you by yourself?" he asked him.
"Well," he responded dismally, "you guys are all paired off, and I feel like I'm the fifth wheel. That's not cool with me."
The Legend Killer could also tell that HBK was jittery from the several cans of pop he downed in two hours. "Hey, I'll put you under my wing, man," he said. "I didn't know you were that insecure, you know."
"Oh, that's not it at all. It's just that I barely know the scene, you know?"
"Me, too."
They walked over to a small corner in the club, and Shawn couldn't help jumping around. "You know, Randy, I can't seem to understand why were you so upset about the stuff in the closet, thinking you were so damn high and mighty, you wanted more. What the fuck?"
Randy gave him a look of bewilderment. "No, that's not what I...That was Guerrero and--
"Oh that white Canadian trash Jericho?"
"Hey! I despise the son of a bitch sometimes, but I don't go around calling him that! That's fucking low of you, Michaels! Really!"
Shawn was manic from the caffeine. "I don't give a rat's ass! If you got something to say, then at least say it to our faces!"
Randy couldn't believe it. He thought everyone wanted to have a fun time at the club and obviously, the closet thing was over, but high on caffeine, Shawn had to bring it up. That idiot asshole. "Damnit, how much fucking pop did you drink tonight? Isn't what got you living in the house with us in the first place, Shawn?"
"I don't care!" exclaimed the Heartbreak Kid. "I've been in the business longer than you have, and I'm grown! So bring it, RKO! Think you're so special!"
"Next time, you are staying away from the Cokes! What the hell did I do to piss you off?"
As soon as Randy tried to get Shawn off his back, Shawn tried to attack Randy. John saw the incident from the back, so he grabbed Adam and they tried to break it up. Shawn started laughing for no reason and called Randy names. Adam and John's eyes widened as the Legend Killer left the club upset.
Moments later, Randy, upset as a space heater, stormed to the phone room to call his fiancée. Chris was on the computer surfing the net when he heard him mumbling threats about Shawn and that Vince would've suspended him instead of living with him for a few months. "Hey, what's the matter?" he asked him.
"You know, I hate you, Jericho," said Randy, "but I don't think I can take this for a few months. I'm going home."
Suddenly, Chris hung up the phone and folded his arms. "What happened? Who pissed you off? Was it Michaels? Was it Triple H? Randy, you came over here from St. Louis to do your punishment. If they pissed you off, you can't let those rotten seventh grade rejects send you home."
"It wasn't Hunter, Chris. It was Shawn. He fucking comes at my face complaining about how you got upset about the damn closet--
Chris's blue eyes widened to a tee. "Whoa, he brought that up again?! What is his fucking problem?!"
"I don't know, and you don't wanna hear what he'd called you."
"What'd he call me?"
"He called you, 'White Canadian trash'."
Chris spat the juice out of his mouth. "What?! Did he make it up or something?"
Randy laughed haughtily. "Chris, the guy was buzzed on fucking cola! I was like, 'Come on, that's low of you.' I thought at first he was talking about Edge since he took everything. Then Shawn heard our conversation by the pool, and he knew he was wrong."
"What the hell, Randy?! I didn't go out with you guys tonight."
"I know."
"So why is my name being brought up in the air like that over fucking swag in the closet?!" Chris's face turned a bright pink. "Shawn has lost his fucking brownie points from me, man. He doesn't know what fucking class is. That son of a bitch! He can call me all the racist remarks he wants, I don't care. I'll tell him off tonight. I am so pissed right now, and he better have a better explanation when he gets here."
"Well, what if he comes up with one and you don't like it?"
Chris smirked. "Then I'll kill the fucking asshole."
An hour later, Adam, John, Hunter, and a still caffeinated Shawn Michaels came home from the club. Hunter was too drunk to even speak to anyone, so he headed off to bed. Randy smelled like he was in a fight with a can of Coke and lost, so he went upstairs to the bathroom and showered. Chris and Chavo sat in the living room to give the Heartbreak Kid their own two cents. Shawn joined them on the couch like a little kid, and Chavo couldn't help to hold the giggles escaping from his lips. "Y'all ain't upset?"
"I'm not upset," said Chavo.
He turned to Chris, who was still fuming. "Christopher?"
"Oh, now I'm Christopher?!" he retorted sarcastically. "You sure it isn't 'white Canadian trash'? Huh? You sure, Shawn? Unless, I heard it wrong. Can I ask you something? What the hell is your fucking problem tonight? If it isn't about the damn closet thing, it's the racist remarks!"
"Hey, Jericho! You, Orton, and Chavo were like ...the thingy!"
"No, they were pissed off because you and I took everything that was in that closet," Adam said.
"No, I wasn't!" said Chris.
"Don't fucking deny it!" Shawn yelled. "You had that look on your face when we stopped by at the pool!"
"Let me tell you something, as soon as we got to this house, I told you guys not to touch my shit, and to not disrespect me!"
"So?"
"I'm being disrespected right now, Shawn! You know how it feels to be disrespected? Now, the other side of me is out right now!"
"Oh, how am I disrespecting you, Jericho?" Shawn's voice was a bit high-pitched and he couldn't stop moving around.
"Weren't you listening, you "Coke"-head?!" Chris continued ranting. "Listen to me. I have class. I don't judge, I don't lie, and I definitely don't go and blab out racist remarks."
Shawn couldn't stop blabbing his mania around, and Adam tried to get him to calm down and listen to what Chris had to say. Just then, Randy got out of the shower clad only in a towel in time to see Shawn try and attack Chris. Chavo stepped back from the fight as Adam tried to restrain the Heartbreak Kid from kicking the Highlight of the Night. '"Michaels, you need to back up!" yelled Chris as he pushed the Texan off him. "Back the fuck up before I kill you!"
"Kill me now, you son of a bitch!" Shawn yelled back.
They both tried to go at it like lions over terrain, but John, Randy, and Adam were the straitjackets. They were restraining them because Vince had a rule, and that was no physical violence in the house. The first guy to lay out a punch would be sent home and suspended for a year. Shawn had a point, though, on why he called Chris that remark on the fact that one: He was white. Two: He was Canadian, and three: He was trash. There. "Back the fuck up, Shawn!" Chris continued yelling, and all Triple H could do in his bedroom is to place earplugs in his ears and sleep. Let them beat the crap out of each other and get sent home, he thought to himself.
To Adam, Shawn was wrong to insult his friend (and him as well, even though the remark wasn't made toward him), and about the swag in the closet, and he if didn't stop, Chris will fuck him up. "You need to back up, Shawn!" Chris continued screaming at the Heartbreak Kid to get his hand off his shoulder. "Don't do this! I will go to jail for you! I will go to jail for you! I will go for murder one if you don't get off me, you stupid son of a bitch!"
As John and Chavo tried to restrain Chris from ever killing Shawn, Randy prevented his towel from slipping off his nude body as he said to Shawn, "You see what you did? He's upset because you called him that slur. Way. To. Fucking. Go."
"Yeah, you probably told him, Orton!" he responded coldly and maniacally. "You ugly, insecure, dickless, dumbass--
"Well, what if he comes up with one and you don't like it?"
Chris smirked. "Then I'll kill the fucking asshole."
An hour later, Adam, John, Hunter, and a still caffeinated Shawn Michaels came home from the club. Hunter was too drunk to even speak to anyone, so he headed off to bed. Randy smelled like he was in a fight with a can of Coke and lost, so he went upstairs to the bathroom and showered. Chris and Chavo sat in the living room to give the Heartbreak Kid their own two cents. Shawn joined them on the couch like a little kid, and Chavo couldn't help to hold the giggles escaping from his lips. "Y'all ain't upset?"
"I'm not upset," said Chavo.
He turned to Chris, who was still fuming. "Christopher?"
"Oh, now I'm Christopher?!" he retorted sarcastically. "You sure it isn't 'white Canadian trash'? Huh? You sure, Shawn? Unless, I heard it wrong. Can I ask you something? What the hell is your fucking problem tonight? If it isn't about the damn closet thing, it's the racist remarks!"
"Hey, Jericho! You, Orton, and Chavo were like ...the thingy!"
"No, they were pissed off because you and I took everything that was in that closet," Adam said.
"No, I wasn't!" said Chris.
"Don't fucking deny it!" Shawn yelled. "You had that look on your face when we stopped by at the pool!"
"Let me tell you something, as soon as we got to this house, I told you guys not to touch my shit, and to not disrespect me!"
"So?"
"I'm being disrespected right now, Shawn! You know how it feels to be disrespected? Now, the other side of me is out right now!"
"Oh, how am I disrespecting you, Jericho?" Shawn's voice was a bit high-pitched and he couldn't stop moving around.
"Weren't you listening, you "Coke"-head?!" Chris continued ranting. "Listen to me. I have class. I don't judge, I don't lie, and I definitely don't go and blab out racist remarks."
Shawn couldn't stop blabbing his mania around, and Adam tried to get him to calm down and listen to what Chris had to say. Just then, Randy got out of the shower clad only in a towel in time to see Shawn try and attack Chris. Chavo stepped back from the fight as Adam tried to restrain the Heartbreak Kid from kicking the Highlight of the Night. '"Michaels, you need to back up!" yelled Chris as he pushed the Texan off him. "Back the fuck up before I kill you!"
"Kill me now, you son of a bitch!" Shawn yelled back.
They both tried to go at it like lions over terrain, but John, Randy, and Adam were the straitjackets. They were restraining them because Vince had a rule, and that was no physical violence in the house. The first guy to lay out a punch would be sent home and suspended for a year. Shawn had a point, though, on why he called Chris that remark on the fact that one: He was white. Two: He was Canadian, and three: He was trash. There. "Back the fuck up, Shawn!" Chris continued yelling, and all Triple H could do in his bedroom is to place earplugs in his ears and sleep. Let them beat the crap out of each other and get sent home, he thought to himself.
To Adam, Shawn was wrong to insult his friend (and him as well, even though the remark wasn't made toward him), and about the swag in the closet, and he if didn't stop, Chris will fuck him up. "You need to back up, Shawn!" Chris continued screaming at the Heartbreak Kid to get his hand off his shoulder. "Don't do this! I will go to jail for you! I will go to jail for you! I will go for murder one if you don't get off me, you stupid son of a bitch!"
As John and Chavo tried to restrain Chris from ever killing Shawn, Randy prevented his towel from slipping off his nude body as he said to Shawn, "You see what you did? He's upset because you called him that slur. Way. To. Fucking. Go."
"Yeah, you probably told him, Orton!" he responded coldly and maniacally. "You ugly, insecure, dickless, dumbass--
"Yeah? Well, this isn't a fucking commercial, Michaels! So just stop!"
"Your mama!"
Randy's eyes widened. "You have gone too far now! Where do you get your balls talking about my mother?!
So, Randy tried to attack him the same as Chris but Adam and Chavo restrained him while John tried to calm Chris down. His towel fell off his body and he ran to his bedroom. John and Chavo pulled Chris into the phone room to cool him down. In a way, Randy enjoyed how the rest of the night ended. He wanted Chris to beat the crap out of Shawn as a way of getting revenge on him. And, even though it backfired a bit, he didn't have to lift a finger into planning it.
"Your mama!"
Randy's eyes widened. "You have gone too far now! Where do you get your balls talking about my mother?!
So, Randy tried to attack him the same as Chris but Adam and Chavo restrained him while John tried to calm Chris down. His towel fell off his body and he ran to his bedroom. John and Chavo pulled Chris into the phone room to cool him down. In a way, Randy enjoyed how the rest of the night ended. He wanted Chris to beat the crap out of Shawn as a way of getting revenge on him. And, even though it backfired a bit, he didn't have to lift a finger into planning it.
TO BE CONTINUED...