WWE Fan Fiction ❯ The Bad Guys Club ❯ Chapter 2

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, just Kelly Marie. I'm a huge fan of The Bad Girls Club, 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 bright morning, and obviously last night wasn't a good night. The swag in the closet led to a caffeinated Shawn Michaels calling Chris Jericho a racist slur and tried to attack each other. Fortunately for Hunter, he slept through the whole thing and woke up with a huge hangover and passed out again by the pool...in the nude. Shawn woke up and ran to the bathroom. The caffeine is a diuretic, and it could you make you go to the bathroom for a half-hour. And, while all of that was going on, the rest of the guys decided to go out to eat, which was great for John Cena, since the commotion that happened between the Texan and the Canadian last night made him lose all his positive energy. He needed to get out of the house. "Hey, do you think Shawn woke up yet?" asked Adam.

 

"Like I care," Chris replied sarcastically, still seething from last night, and with a bruise on his arm from HBK's grip.

 

"Dude, if you ask me," said John. "I believe Shawn's upset and he feels guilty."

 

The sexy beast cackled as he drove the guys around the city for a restaurant. "You think?!"

 

Back at the mansion, Shawn wandered around. He stared at Triple H still naked and passed out by the pool. He stepped outside to splash some pool water at his face. "Hunter, get inside," he said.

 

"What?" muttered the Cerebral Assasin.

 

"How much did you drink last night? Get inside and put some clothes on."

 

"Why?"

 

"Because you're not wearing any!" The Texan pushed him in the house. "Jeez, you want crazy fangirls to sneak in and rape you?"

 

Finally Hunter came back to earth and finally noticed his appearance. "Shit! If those blonds take a picture of me and send it via MySpace, I'll kill them."

 

Suddenly, Shawn points to a corner of the kitchen. "Look," he cried. "I see a fangirl!"

 

"Shit!" Hunter ran into his bedroom and locked the door while Shawn laughed to the phone room. He called his mother on how he was doing, since all mothers wanted to know their children's well-beings.

 

"Mama?" The Texan mewed.

 

"Shawn! How are you doing over there?" his mother asked on the other line.

 

"Bad, mama. All the guys are being mean to me!"

 

"Listen, son. Whatever you did to make them mean to you, please stop."

 

Shawn whined. "But mama!"

 

"No, baby. I can take your shit like it's funny. Other times, it ain't because you can be mean, too."

 

"All right, mama. Goodbye, mama."

 

Still, the Heartbreak Kid remained upset thanks to Randy, who went and caused the whole thing last night with the he said/she said drama between him and Chris. Later that night, he relaxed in the Jacuzzi, smirking away at Chris and Adam talking their smack about him. Just then, Randy stopped by and dipped his feet into the soothing hot water. “We gotta talk, man,” he said.

 

“Talk away,” Shawn responded folding his arms. “After that, don't bother talking to me.”

 

“First of all, I wanna apologize for last night. You pissed me off, and I had to do what I had to do. I've been called white trash because of my dad before, but there you go calling Jericho Canadian trash. So, yeah, I'm sorry.”

 

“Yeah.” Shawn splashed the water with his fingers. “So, Jericho still upset about it?”

 

“You know Chris. He's got a mark on his arm from you grabbing him. Look, I've apologized for my actions, but you haven't.”

 

“Oh, I apologize about the whole night last night, including giving Chris that bruise on his arm. But then, you had to bring up my small stint in Playgirl a long time ago. I know I can do better than that, but c'mon. That's the only thing you can bring me down with.”

 

“I accept. I'll let Jericho know that you and I talked, you apologized, and I'm going to clear the air. It was between you and me, and I'll talk to him.”

 

He went into the living room and found Chris on the couch drawing a disturbing picture. According to John, Chris had to go and see a therapist during his time in the mansion as a stipulation. The therapist gave him a drawing pad and colored pens to help bring out his anger. “What do you want?” he asked the Legend Killer.

 

“We need to talk about Shawn,” Randy said as he sat next to him on the couch. He leered over to see the blond Canadian draw a picture of him slashing Shawn's neck, and cringed at the amount of blood he drew spurting out his neck. “Uh, I talked to him, and he admitted that he was out of line last night, and he apologized.”

 

“So?” Chris laughed haughtily as he continued drawing his picture.

 

“Dude, he said he was sorry, and all you can do is draw ink blots, and say `so'?”

 

The Canadian placed his pad and pens down and positioned his sapphire orbs at Randy. “Maybe you don't quite understand the way any substance goes. I always say, from the abundance of the heart, or lack thereof, the mouth speaks. Believe me, Randall, that's the way it is whether you're drunk or, like Shawn Michaels, high on caffeine.”

 

“You're saying that you don't accept his apology?”

 

“Oh, I do. But I'm taking last night into consideration. He called me Canadian trash, and I would've kicked his ass for it, but I couldn't, and I'm pissed off. I know you're trying to keep the peace, but you know me. I don't accept talk, and as of today, Shawn's dead to me. He's dead to me.”

 

“Okay…” Randy scratched the back of his head as he left to the kitchen.

 

Everyone decided to have their first dinner together, and maybe there wouldn't be any arguments. For Shawn and Chris, they didn't stare at each other, not even during grace. Adam suggested an icebreaker to freeze the awkwardness around the table. "I remember in high school," Randy said, "I was dating this girl, and she was into kinky sex."

 

In disgust, Adam dropped his fork back into his plate and rolled his eyes. Me and my big fucking mouth! He thought.

 

"So she takes me home, and she pulls out this red dildo," Randy continued with his story, "and she whips the fuck outta me with it, and she turns it on, and she sticks it into my ass, and she's fucking me with it. Of course, she beats me up and fucking me at the same time--

 

"So, what's the point of your story, Orton?" Chavo asked him, eyebrows raised up.

 

"I LOVE ANAL AND BRUISES!!" The Legend Killer blurted out in front of everyone at the table. “You are missing the fun out of it, I swear to--

 

"What's wrong with you, boy?" Shawn scolded him. "You don't use the Lord's name in vain!"

 

Everyone went completely quiet, and suddenly, they all turned to Chris snoring away. Hunter slammed the table to wake him up as John passed Randy his plate. "Hey, you want these yams?" he asked him.

 

Then everyone gave Randy what was left of their plates and Chris, Adam, and Chavo went to their room disgusted from dinner. "Randy's so...yeccchh, and I used to team up with him," Adam said.

 

"I know, right?" Chavo agreed. "Keep your sex stories in the bedroom and on Cinemax. I almost vomited into my mouth."

 

"What happened?" Chris asked the both of them, blue eyes blank like a jewel. "What'd he do?"

 

The Rated R Superstar and Vickie's nephew-in-law stared at him. Adam smacked him upside his blond head and yelled, "Next time, Jericho, pay attention!"

 

"And go to bed early!" Chavo agreed with him. "At least you weren't embarrassing like Orton tonight."

 

"Yeah, he was screaming, 'I love anal! I love to get beat!' Maybe that was why he wanted to sneak into the divas' locker room."

 

"If you want my opinion," Chris added, "Randy's like DX and cheerleaders: slutty, dumb, and annoying."

"Keep the revenge to yourself, Jericho." They both said to him.

 

Later that night, Hunter waited outside for one of his friends to visit. He invited Shawn and Randy for a night out on the town. Randy loved parties, and he and Shawn were excited to see how the Cerebral Assassin and his party buddies roll. Just then, a car stopped by the mansion, and out came a buxom brunette in a short mini dress. “Kelly Marie!” Hunter cried as he walked over to hug her. “Oh my God! It's so good to see you! Thanks so much for coming over tonight.”

 

“Hey, it's no problem,” she said. “Where're we going?”

 

“I know a place right off the ramp.” Hunter introduced Randy and Shawn. “Oh, these are my friends and roommates Randy Orton and Shawn Michaels.”

 

“Nice to meet you guys.” The brunette shook Randy and Shawn's hands.

 

Kelly Marie and Hunter have been popular around YouTube with their random animations, and their club promotions. Finally, it was an honor for the Legend Killer and the Heartbreak Kid to see Hunter's work, and maybe they will have a blast. They went to a bar off the ramp, and partied hearty. Shawn and Hunter made out for a bit, and joined the others on martinis and Pepsis. Kelly was intrigued by Randy's tongue dancing around the large martini glass. “Damn!” she cried. “You have a long ass tongue.”

 

“He's bi,” said Shawn already jittered with the Pepsi.

 

“Is that so?” Kelly Marie asked him.

 

“No, and I ain't no damn gigolo, either.” Randy responded, then turned to a smiling HBK. "I'm warning you, Shawn. No more drama."

 

“I didn't say you were a gigolo," Kelly Marie said, leaving Randy smiling. He had a thing for women who loved to talk shit to him, and he loved to talk shit back to them.

 

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Chris, Adam, and Chavo sat in the living room drinking and playing dominos. "I have a feeling that cliques are forming under us," said Chavo, slamming his domino on the glass coffee table.

 

"Oh, I knew it long before you did, Chavo," said Chris. "I knew it'd be the jackasses on one corner and the gentlemen in the other."

 

"Yeah, and Michaels doesn't act like he's 42," added Edge.

 

"Turn around 42, and the asshole's 24!" They laughed at Chris's comment.

 

Suddenly, Chavo got up from the couch and pranced around like HBK. Everyone continued to make fun of Shawn while John eavesdropped from the top of the stairs. Those three would do anything and everything to make him go straight to jail for stealing cheese. He went back into bed as DX, Randy, and Kelly Marie came into the door drunk and caffeinated. "I need to piss," Hunter said as he unzipped his pants in front of the couch.

 

But then, John ran down the stairs and grabbed the King of Kings from the couch. "Hunter, the bathroom's upstairs," he slowly said to him while Chris leered on from the computer in the kitchen.

 

"Let him do it!" he yelled. "We don't pay rent in this house, anyway!"

 

"Jericho!"

 

"What?" The blond Canadian pulled off his innocent look.

 

"See?" said Hunter in a slurred voice. "I know I'm upstairs. Thanks, Jericho."

 

No problem, the Ayatollah of Rock N Rolla thought as he held his laugh back into his mouth and onto the computer screen. What an assclown!

 

Suddenly, Adam came down from his room and tried to drag Hunter into the upstairs bathroom. "Hunter, zip up your pants," he commanded him, "and let's go."

 

He finally followed Adam into the bathroom and shut the door. Moments later, Kelly Marie and Randy followed him into the shower while Shawn stood behind the door in a shower cap, a towel around his waist, and a rubber ducky in his hand. He wanted to take a shower first, and he got Randy, Hunter, and Kelly having a threesome under the shower heads instead.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…