WWE Fan Fiction ❯ The Bad Guys Club ❯ Chapter 12

Author's Note: The first few chapters are PG-13ish, but I rated it for Mature Audiences because there's slash and smut. I don't own anyone or anything, just Teresa and Logan. My friend Pearl owns herself. 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.

 

 

 

 

 

“Damnit!” Chris cried at the situation at hand. Last week, he got drunk, and he fought with DX and trashed the house, especially Hunter (in a battle for household supremacy), who had his nose almost broken and his face in stitches. The Game and the Ayatollah of Rock `N Rolla had to attend an anger management session to activate their second chance of staying in the Bad Guys house. Chris attended the session, but Hunter didn't. The Cerebral Assassin felt that he didn't need it, and couldn't care less. Now, the Street Urchins had to vote on whether or not Hunter deserved to stay. Chris hated to make big decisions, being that it was up to him and the other two Urchins. Besides, didn't Shawn tell them that he didn't want Hunter in the house, anyway?

 

Outside of the house…

 

“So, I get sent home suspended,” said Hunter mordantly. “Cool, whatever.”

 

“Who knows, man?” said Randy.

 

Back in the house…

 

“We need to make a decision, you guys,” said Chris.

 

“Pros and cons!” A bulb shone brightly on Chavo's head. “We'll send him home on that.”

 

“So,” Adam asked, “what has Triple H done that's good? In this house?”

 

“Nothing.” Chris sighed.

 

“Wait a minute. It'll come to me.”

 

“Yeah, he must've done something that is good,” chirped Chavo.

 

A slight pause…

 

A long pause…

 

The pausing turned into silence and buzzing cicadas outside…

 

“Oh, wait,” Chavo declared. “There is nothing.”

 

“I told you there was nothing,” said Chris.

 

Outside of the house…

 

“I have a question for you, Shawn,” Randy began interrogating the Showstopper. “So, you said you were telling him about the picture. Why did you tell him that we said—

 

“I didn't do anything,” he snapped. “I was like, `Jericho, this is between you and I. It ain't got nothing to do with—

 

“Shawn,” said Hunter. “You're a grown man. No one went and placed a gun to your head and said, `Take the picture'.”

 

“Yeah, man.” The Legend Killer agreed. “Even I still think it wasn't a good idea for you to tell Jericho about the picture.”

 

“No, no, no.” Shawn sighed. “I said to Chris, `I don't know how to explain this to you, yada, yada, yada—

 

Hunter rolled his eyes at the Texan's plea bargain, for he believed that he was going too “soft” on him. He didn't even know what to think of him. It pissed the Cerebral Assassin off that whenever Shawn tried to be the good Christian and tried to do the right thing, he never did it right.

 

Back in the house…

 

“Do you think you can live with him in this house and be okay?” Chavo asked the Urchin leader.

 

“I don't know,” he replied.

 

“Well, what if someone—I'm not gonna go from the Raw brand, since the majority in this house, excluding me, Hunter, and Edge are from there—What if someone from ECW for example comes in and starts acting up, worse than you, and you get into it with him, and you get send home suspended eventually? Then, we would've been like, `Damn, we could've had Triple H here'.”

 

“I see what you're saying.”

 

“You see what I'm saying?”

 

“But, you already know what you're dealing with when it comes to this crazy man,” said Adam. “It's like we're damned if we do, we're damned if we don't.”

 

Chris sighed. “Yeah.”

 

“It's up to you, man. Whatever you say, I'm right behind you.”

 

“You're right behind me?”

 

“Yes, you need to make a decision, make it right now, Chris!” The Rated R Superstar slammed the tabletop. “Quit going back and forth!”

 

Power. Adam loved it! It was actually nice for a change. Whatever Chris decided, he was behind him. Shortly afterwards, the Party Animals went back inside the house and met with the Street Urchins in the living room. There were blank stares towards the Urchins as Chavo nibbled on his finger and Adam kept fixing his blond half-ponytail. Hunter was wide-eyed and he nibbled his lip in nerves. “Look, I don't want any problems in this house,” Chris said to the King of Kings. “I really don't. I've thought it through, and I don't think it's fair that I'm the one who got a second chance and not you. Yes, you can stay. It doesn't mean that we're on the same page, or that we have to be buddy-buddy. I'm just being fair.”

 

Seriously, Chavo thought to himself as he bowed his head down, I don't want Hunter in this house. I don't know what the hell is Chris thinking. I really don't.

 

“I appreciate you guys letting me stay,” said Hunter, “due to the fact that I need to work my problems out. `Cause, I don't really learn anything if I go home.”

 

To Shawn, on the other hand, if the tables were turned, Hunter and Randy would've sent Chris home. This just proved that the Street Urchins had bigger hearts, were good people, and weren't as bad as the Heartbreak Kid thought they were. “Fine,” Chris continued on, “whatever you say, Hunter. I just hope I don't end up eating my words.”

 

I can't believe that I got all five guys to vote `yes', Hunter thought happily. That's so dumb of them to vote me to stay because if I had the chance to vote them off, then I would've definitely would've voted them out.

 

He and Randy went upstairs to change, fixed their hair, and hung out on the patio. “Man, I don't know what to say,” he hesitantly said. “I'm speechless.”

 

“I know, right?” he agreed. “Did you see my face once the Urchins decided to keep you?”

 

“Yeah. I didn't even know what to say. You know what, Randy? I'm very disappointed in Shawn.”

 

“And how many times have we told him, `Shawn, don't incriminate us?'”

 

“I hate to say it, but Jericho was right all along about him. He likes to deceive people, especially his friends. I didn't see this coming until now once he went behind our backs and told him about the picture. We still get to talk and hang out, but I can't let him do that crap anymore. I knew once we formed our group against the Urchins, Shawn was gonna crack.”

 

“And he did.” Randy did admire Shawn as a person with a good heart and morals, but he had lost his trust.

 

In Adam and Chris's bedroom, Chris wanted to take a nap when Adam and Chavo asked him if he wanted to go to the gym with them. “No, you guys can go,” replied the Ayatollah of Rock `N Rolla in a slur.

 

“You sure?” asked Chavo.

 

“Yeah.”

 

Adam went down the hallway, about to go into the huge walk in closet to change when Shawn called him out from Randy and Hunter's room in his boxers. “Hey, read them!” he continued, pointing to his behind where five words in bright green lettering stood out.

 

“It says, `Where the sun doesn't shine'.” read the Rated R Superstar after Chavo joined him.

 

“He he, isn't it cool?” The Heartbreak Kid flopped on Hunter's bed like a little kid.

 

“You're funny, Shawn,” said Chavo. “Hey, would you like to go to the gym with us?”

 

“Really? When are y'all going?”

 

“Right now, we're gonna go change.”

 

“Oh, but I—

 

“It's all right, it'll only take a few seconds. You ain't gonna go in your underwear like that.”

 

Moments later, as Shawn changed into a t-shirt and gym shorts, he went back into Hunter and Randy's room to find his sneakers when he found the Legend Killer on his bed with a suspicious look on his face. “You're gonna go workout with them?” he asked the Heartbreak Kid.

 

“Yeah. I need some energy back.”

 

“Are you joining a new group?”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you joining a new group?”

 

“No! I told you that I needed some energy.” Shawn put on his sneakers. “I don't wanna stay in the house another day. Come with us.”

 

Randy scoffed. “Hell no, not with those bastards. I'm pissed off.”

 

It's really immature of Randy to judge on whether or not I'm choosing sides with the Urchins, Shawn thought as he grabbed his jacket. It's stupid, man!

 

“Shawn!” Chavo yelled from the front door. “We're leaving!”

 

“I can't find my bag!” he yelled back.

 

“I got it!' said Adam.

 

They all drove off in the van, heading to the gym located in the city's Uptown neighborhood. Adam wanted to do some cardio, so he headed off to the treadmills while Chavo and Shawn worked on their arms. “So,” the Mexican Warrior said while breathing heavily, “Triple H gets to stay.”

 

“What made you three decide on that?” he asked him.

 

“Because the person that we get might be worse than Hunter. He might make Jericho go home. And, if he does something after this, we can't do anything. We wanted Hunter to understand that we could've sent him home. Like that.”

 

Meanwhile, at the house pool, Hunter and Randy hung out to avoid Chris's snoring. They couldn't take it with Shawn stabbing them in the back. Randy wanted the old Heartbreak Kid back in their group. He admired him, but he couldn't trust him, especially after he told Chris about the picture. Hunter, on the other hand, wasn't the type to like people he didn't trust, especially if the person were the best of friends since…whatever. “No, we just need to watch what we say,” said the Legend Killer.

 

“I don't like him, anymore,” Hunter said as he sighed. “Shawn cannot play both sides of the fence here. We're clipping his ass. He had just been eliminated. It's you and me, baby. Our tribe is down to two.”

 

“Rock and roll, that's fine by me.”

 

The next mid-morning, Shawn heard the phone in the phone room ringing. He went inside to answer it. “Hello?” he said, smacking his the sleep off his lips.

 

“Shawn?” Pearl responded on the other line. “This is Pearl.”

 

“Good morning, Pearl. How are you?”

 

“I'm doing well, thanks. Hey, do you have the music lined up for the party?”

 

“As a matter of fact, I do. I have a deejay hooked up for you and everything. She's booked up her flight from San Antonio, and will be here the day of the party. I'm gonna have to be a little bitty awkward here because she's actually my wife.”

 

“So she will be there?”

 

“Yeah. All she needs is a six-foot-long table to put the equipment on.”

 

“I think Ken's friend Logan has that at her house. She's letting us use her house for the party. I'll let Ken know.”

 

“Great. We'll see you there. Bye.”

 

“Bye-bye.”

 

Shawn was so excited to bring his wife Rebecca to deejay for the party. Not only did he love her as a wife and mother of two, but as a friend who had his heart. As he skipped to serve himself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch, Chavo and Chris stopped by in front of Randy and Hunter's bedroom, finding them laying in their beds. “Randy, you take everything as far as the food goes?” the Mexican Warrior asked the Legend Killer.

 

“I don't know,” he replied. “I've gotta call Kennedy.”

 

“Okay, make sure you get that done, because we're four days away from the party, and you guys are sleeping.”

 

As the point person assigned for their first “work” party, Chavo wanted to strangle both Randy and Triple H. They were the laziest people he ever met in his life. The two Urchins met Shawn in the kitchen, and Chris was so frustrated with the two Party Animals that he yelled across the kitchen, “Is that all they're gonna do all damn day?! Huh?! Sit on their fucking asses?! This is ridiculous!”

 

“I know, man!” Chavo agreed on the other end of the shorthaired Canadian's yelling. “No matter what I tell them in any way, shape, or form, they're still gonna be the laziest, trashy ass fucks that they are!”

 

“Hey, language!” Shawn calmed them down.

 

The Urchins noticed the Texan eating his cereal at the counter. “Sorry, Shawn,” said Chavo. “Did you get someone for the music?”

 

“My wife will be here in a few days. Yes, she's a well-known deejay back in San Antonio, despite the fact that she was a former Nitro Girl.”

 

“At least someone does his job,” Chris said mordantly, “unlike Blue Balls Orton and Pinocchio in their fucking rooms!”

 

Meanwhile, Hunter and Randy scoffed at the Urchins' bitching about. “They need to cut it out,” said the Game.

 

The Legend Killer rolled his eyes and scoffed, “I don't know. They're just cursing. What the hell have I done to deserve to live with three loud, cackling, merciless, contemptible mental patients? I know I've hurt some women in the past, and I've done some horrible things, but is it well deserving of this?”

 

The day of the party sneaked through a week later, which was good enough for the Bad Guys, being that Logan, the owner of the house they were throwing the party at, had to get her carpet shampooed and the walls repainted, causing Ken and Pearl to push the day forward in case of any last-minute details. The phone room rang again, and this time Chavo answered the phone. “Hello, is Randy there?” Teresa spoke from the other line.

 

“Randy is not here,” he said. “Can I take a message?”

 

“Yeah, tell him that Teresa called.”

 

“Yeah, I'll be sure to pass that on, Teresa. Bye.” Chavo gleefully slammed the receiver and stormed out of the phone room. “PSYCHHHHHHH!!! HA HA!! Open your legs for that puto another day, bitch!”

 

In the dressing room upstairs, Shawn and Randy fixed themselves from their hair to their skin as the Heartbreak Kid asked the Legend Killer, “What time are you going to the meeting?”

 

“I want to go to the meeting on time,” he replied, whining. “But I don't wanna get in the car with the Urchins.”

 

“I'll go with you, then. But what time do you want to leave though? Because Rebecca's—

 

“I know, but I want to get there. On time.”

 

“You're still dropping us off at Chicago Joe's at 5:30?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

All week, and the week before, Shawn has been reminding Randy that his wife Rebecca was going to be in town for the party, and that they (including Hunter) were going to go to Chicago Joe's for dinner after they set up the party with Ken and Pearl, in which the Missourian offered. An hour later, the Party Animals and the Showstopper arrived at Logan's house, which was located in the Albany Park neighborhood. They met the homeowner herself, who was openly lesbian, and from Hunter's point-of-view, she and Chris could be long lost twins from looks, but he knew that couldn't be biologically possible. “Hi, I'm Shawn,” the Showstopper introduced himself, shaking her hand.

 

He saw his wife over by the living room, and ran over there to hug and kiss her. “Hey Rebecca,” Randy and Hunter greeted her.

 

“Rebecca, did you lose some weight?” Hunter asked her inappropriately.

 

Minutes later, the Street Urchins arrived at the house with Adam complaining to Chavo and Chris about how Randy and Hunter do nothing but eat, drink, and shit in the house. Ken opened the door for the Urchins, noticing a white box in Chris's arms. He asked them, “Is that a gift for me?”

 

“No, that's champagne” Chris replied, then winked at him. “I have something for you later on.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Dude! I'm kidding.”

 

“Sure you were, Chris.” Ken pointed to the backyard outside. “Put the box there on the table. Logan will take care of that. Pearl, Rebecca, and Shawn need your help with the décor outside, so could you?”

 

“Yeah, we got the helium tank,” said Chavo.

 

The Urchins joined Shawn, Rebecca, and Pearl outside in the backyard while Hunter noticed them outside setting up and said to Logan, “Hey, you know that guy that looks like you that just came in?”

 

“Yeah?” she replied.

 

“That's Chris Jericho. I punched him in the face.”

 

“Did you really?”

 

“Yeah. He just gets out of control. When you sock a sociopathic Canadian, he ain't gonna be too happy.”

 

Outside, the Street Urchins and Shawn blew up balloons and hung them up. Rebecca played some music as Shawn and Adam danced as they placed a red tablecloth on the tables. The more he hung out with the Urchins, the more the Heartbreak Kid felt comfortable. It really annoyed Hunter and Randy, and they wanted to kill him. When the Bad Guys were done setting up for the party tonight, Pearl asked them, “What time are you coming back here?”

 

“Probably by 8:30,” Chavo replied.

 

“Yeah, uh,” Randy explained. “We're leaving the ice here in the cooler, then Hunter and I are dropping Shawn's ass to Chinatown.”

 

“Yeah, that's what we'll do,” said Hunter.

 

“Cool,” said the brunette.

 

But the Party Animals were just sick of Shawn. The Heartbreak Kid kept mentioning to them about eating at Chicago Joe's, but the whole time he's been hanging out with the Street Urchins. If Chris, Chavo, and Adam were all of a sudden buddies with Shawn, the Game thought to himself, why wouldn't they help him? Why do Randy and I have to do everything around here? No, that's insane.

 

So, the Game and the Legend Killer headed off in the car. “You know what?” said the Game. “We're not dropping Shawn and Rebecca off. They're taking a cab.”

 

And, unaware that the Party Animals abandoned Shawn on purpose, the Heartbreak Kid called Randy on his cell. “We'll be there in a few minutes,” replied the Legend Killer.

 

“Well, could y'all please hurry?” said Shawn. “It's almost four, and Rebecca and—

 

“Don't worry about it, man, we'll be there.”

 

The Texan realized that Hunter and Randy had abandoned him on purpose. He also realized how manipulative Hunter can be, and how he can turn Randy into his little sidekick. If that was the case all along, so be it. Rebecca went to console him on the lawn. “It'll be all right,” she told him.

 

“But honey,” he whined. “I had reservations to Chinatown.”

 

“I thought we were going to Chicago Joe's?”

 

“Oh, yah. I'm sorry, really. I can't believe those guys.”

 

“Well, how about a burger joint? You want burgers?”

 

And all Shawn could do is sit on the steps of Logan's house and sigh and mope, while his wife comforted him. A few minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. HBK found the Street Urchins stacking up the plywood in the shed, and he asked them, “Hey, could me and Rebecca ride along with you?”

 

“What happened?” Chavo asked him. “Triple H and Orton didn't pick you up?”

 

“Yeah, and I told them the plan all last week before we set up for the party tonight.”

 

“Yeah, I heard you remind them,” said Adam.

 

“I told those guys numerous times, and they knew.”

 

“So they abandoned you? That's typical of them. But, just so you know, they're your friends, and they're gonna treat you like that anyway, and that's fucked up.”

 

So, Shawn and Rebecca joined the Street Urchins in the van as Chavo said to the Showstopper, “Of course they knew. They're very inconsiderate. At least you're changing your ways. We're not gonna abandon you. You can talk to us.”

 

It was seven, and the Bad Guys were dressed up in business suits and flair (no pun intended on the Naitch), and Shawn's cab ride arrived. He fixed the kinks from his light brown ponytail and left the house. He was finally glad to have distanced himself from Hunter, despite the fact that they were good friends. He wasn't the type to blow up Twinkies and spike drinks with hot sauce, and he didn't like himself when he hung out with the Cerebral Assassin. It was a shame that their friendship had to be strained like this. The Party Animals and the Street Urchins arrived to the party, and like Shawn, they were unaware that they were two hours late. “Nice of you to show up,” Ken encountered the Urchins. “We started without you, hope that was cool.”

 

“Hey,” said Chavo.

 

“What are you doing here at 10:30?”

 

“Traffic,” said Chris.

 

“Traffic? My ass!”

 

“We're not kidding!” exclaimed Adam.

 

“It's 10:30!”

 

But, all in all, the Bad Guys had fun. They danced the night away as Rebecca spun the records and mixed the tunes as if she was a bartender mixing drinks. Shawn danced with Logan, Pearl, and Ken, and he even taught them and Logan's partner the Electric Slide, while the Urchins cheered him on. They weren't that much people, as Logan had to abide by the building ordinance, but she had a blast learning from the Heartbreak Kid, as he was now known as the “Slide Showstopper”. “Do you know the Cha-Cha Slide?” she asked him.

 

“Just don't kick them, Shawn,” Chris warned the Showstopper.

 

Of all the people who were having fun at the party, one of them wasn't in the mood. That was Teresa, Randy's biracial blonde girl-toy. She was still upset at Randy for abandoning her, not calling her, etc, etc. She found the Legend Killer having a smoke on the stairs in front of Logan's house. “I want you to understand,” she continued confronting him, “that you can always tell me the deal.”

 

“You're looking for a declaration of a relationship,” he replied, rolling his eyes and scoffing.

 

“From now on, can you be honest with me?”

 

“I fucking told you, Teresa. When I met you, I was still engaged! I had a ring on my finger—

 

“Then two fucking seconds later, you switched hands? You know something, Randy? That sends a different signal than what it was, so you know, I'm not gonna sit here just to be run over. What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?”

 

Randy got up from the steps and began to walk away from her. “I don't know, really. I gotta go.”

 

An hour later, it was time for the Bad Guys to go home for the night (The Security had to give them a curfew or else Vince would fire them, not the guys), so Ken and Pearl told the Urchins their clean-up shift, then Pearl went to Hunter and Shawn and said, “Hey, you guys come in tomorrow at 3:00 to clean. I mean it, and Shawn? I'm giving you a separate shift, so could you stay with Rebecca for a while I discuss it with Ken?”

 

“Sure,” replied the Heartbreak Kid.

 

The Cerebral Assassin thought about his shift for a second as soon as he got out from the bathroom. Cleaning up was the last thing he wanted to do, so he made a plan with Randy to leave the entire cleaning and hard labor to the Street Urchins. He may got his second chance, but Hunter wanted to keep doing what he wanted to do, when he wanted to, and if everyone's toes were stepped on, oh, well.

 

The next morning, Shawn and Rebecca hung out in Shawn's room at the house. They decided to go out for breakfast at the Golden Nugget Pancake House. Rebecca wanted to know if the other guys were tagging along. “No, it'll be you and me,” he replied.

 

“Are you gonna take the car?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Good, because I don't wanna get stuck with you all like last night. That was ridiculous.”

 

Hunter was someone Shawn didn't need in his life for now. Shawn was the type of person to get broken down, and once he had that breaking point, there was no turning back. At Logan's house, it was almost 2:35 in the afternoon, and the Street Urchins were sweaty and still cleaning every nook and cranny. “Where are they?” Chavo asked from the bathroom.

 

“I don't know,” said Chris.

 

“Do they know they have to clean up today?”

 

“They know,” said Adam.

 

“You know what time?”

 

“3:00.”

 

“You sure?”

 

“Yes.”

 

The Mexican Warrior sighed, got out of the bathroom, and mopped the kitchen floor. “Okay.”

 

Adam rolled his eyes at the mess he had to clean up. It was pretty fucked up, in his view. Hunter and Randy haven't shown up, thought the Rated R Superstar, and they're supposed to be cleaning, too.

 

“Chris?” Chavo said as he swept into the living room.

 

“Yeah?” said the Ayatollah of Rock `N Rolla.

 

“I wanna throw battery acid on Triple H.”

 

“Battery acid?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“That'll fuck him up.”

 

“I feel like we keep getting punk'd all the time. Man, while we're here slaving our asses, him and Randy are chilling out. They don't fucking care.”

 

“No, they don't.”

 

Chavo's assumptions were right, as Hunter and Randy spent the whole day eating sushi and getting drunk at a Japanese restaurant. “Man, does this look good or what?” the Game said to the Legend Killer, then exchanged giggles.

 

When the Urchins were done, Adam found Logan and her partner hanging out on the stairs and asked her, “Hey, did you see a guy like this tall and thick who comes across as some redneck biker?”

 

“Oh, I know who you're talking about,” she replied, then pointed to Chris. “He was talking about how he punched you in the face—

 

“What?” exclaimed Chris, his ocean blue eyes widened. “He never punched me in my face! He suckered punched me, that's exactly what he did.”

 

“You're gonna get Triple H's ass beat again,” said Adam.

 

Logan was supposed to be a professional contact, which Hunter didn't know the meaning of being professional, nor did he knew how to be a proper gentleman. They got home, and found Shawn reading the newspaper. “You guys look exhausted!” the Heartbreak Kid exclaimed.

 

“Yeah, we are,” said Adam. “Did Rebecca go home?”

 

“Yeah, she did. So, what happened?”

 

“No one helped clean up,” said Chavo.

 

“Yeah,” said Adam. “Nobody showed up. It was just us three.”

 

“Seriously?” said Shawn.

 

“Yeah,” said Chavo.

 

“I know I did my part last night because of my wife.”

 

“Oh, we understand that,” said Chris.

 

“We felt bad for you, Shawn,” said Chavo, “still, Hunter and Randy didn't bother to show up.”

 

“We mopped, we swept, we vacuumed, we dusted. We worked like dogs, and we're sore all over.”

 

“Did you tell him what Hunter said to Logan?” Adam asked.

 

“Oh, and another thing, Hunter went and bragged to Logan out of nowhere that he punched me in my face. Now—

 

“You're kidding me!” Shawn exclaimed, his eyes widened.

 

“I'm not kidding.”

 

“Well, was he on something?”

 

“I really don't know, to be honest.”

 

“He's crazy!” said Chavo. “He's completely crazy, especially for pulling this stunt.”

 

“As long as I've known Hunter,” said Shawn, “I've never seen him act this inconsiderate, trashy, and childish.”

 

“They are!” cried the Urchins.

 

“All he and Randy care about are themselves, if that.”

 

The Street Urchins went into the kitchen to fix themselves a small snack. They were upset that Hunter was up to no good on Shawn and them. “They're the most disrespectful bastards ever,” said Adam.

 

“If we would've sent Triple H's ass home,” said Chavo, “this wouldn't happen. I feel dumb!”

 

“So do I,” Chris agreed. “But it was all because we put our differences aside and considered, `Well, this. Well, that. Well, this'. It was in our hands.”

 

I'm so pissed off, Chavo thought to himself as he went into the phone room a few minutes later. I am so pissed off! I'm so pissed off that I let this man stay in this house, and I knew that he was gonna fuck us over again! And he did.

 

“What's wrong?” Chavo's other uncle, Hector responded on the other line.

 

“I just don't feel good, Hector,” scoffed Chavo. “I really don't.”

 

“What happened? Did you drink a lot?”

 

Then out of anguish, tears came down across Chavo's cheeks as Adam joined him. “Today's not a good day!”

 

“¿Que paso?”

 

“Mano, I am crying out of frustration right now! I'm so frustrated! Mira, let me tell you what happened. We had a choice of sending Triple H home, and we let him fucking stay here, Hector, and he fucking played us! I wanna choke this man! I wanna choke him, but I can't! I can't!”

 

“No, you can't, but that's all right. You're frustrated, and you're crying, and you're getting it out of your system. Which is good, right?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Consider it a lesson learned.”

 

In front of the phone room door, Adam could see that Chavo was upset for what Hunter did. He hoped that the Mexican Warrior would calm down, and not have that spiral to anger. Later that night, after the Street Urchins and Shawn had taken their catnaps, they heard the Party Animals come in. They followed them to the kitchen, where Hunter was surfing the web and Randy drinking a bottle of vodka. All Chavo, Shawn, and Adam could do was stared at the Cerebral Assassin. “What?” he asked them coldly.

 

“That was rude what you guys did this morning,” Adam scolded him.

 

“Did what?”

 

“You know what you did,” said Chavo.

 

“And you did it on purpose, Hunter,” Adam continued, his green eyes darkened with every scolding word.

 

“We didn't do anything on purpose,” said Hunter.

 

“Yeah, you did! Don't lie!”

 

“All I have to say to you, Hunter,” Chris placed his word in, “was that we were in a professional place, despite the fact that it was someone's house. Logan told us this morning that you bragged about how you punched me in the face. If that sort of thing makes you feel better, you go ahead. The mere fact is—

 

“Well, I heard you guys said something about me—

 

“Not before you did, you son of a bitch!” Chavo yelled across the room, for he had enough of Hunter's hypocrisy and lies. He was about to fight the Game, but Chris and Adam held him back.

 

Hunter smiled evilly. “Really?”

 

“Yeah, really! That is so! That is so!”

 

“Chavo, calm down,” Chris pleaded while Adam laughed as usual when fights broke out or when someone was cursing the other out.

 

“You want a piece of me, Chavo?” said Hunter. “Go ahead, because I'll beat your ass the chance I get!”

 

“PLEASE! I WILL CUT YOU THE FUCK UP! I'M A GUERRERO, FUCKFACE!! WE DON'T FIGHT FAIR, STUPID BASTARD!! WE USE WEAPONS, LYING ASS PUTO!!”

 

They started to argue, with Randy holding Hunter back, and the two Canadian Urchins holding Chavo back. “CLEAN UP NOW!” The Mexican Warrior continued. “CLEAN UP NOW! YOU WHITE TRASH PIG!!”

 

“I don't run my mouth and talk shit!” said Hunter.

 

“That's enough!” Chris yelled. “Hunter, we gave you a second chance, and this is what you do after we had put our discrepancies aside?”

 

“Hey, that crazy son-of-a-bitch? No, I won't accept that!”

 

“Hey, you don't fool nobody, anyway!” Chavo yelled as Chris and Adam held him back. “We let you stay because we felt bad for your stinking, broke ass!”

 

“I don't let anyone talk to me like that!”

 

“I don't give a fuck! I don't care!”

 

Chavo's crazy! Randy thought. He should use his inside voices when dealing with people. He might get his way more often.

 

“That's enough,” said Chris. “Chavo, let it go. Let's bring it down, man.”

 

“Hunter,” Randy said. “Want a smoke outside?”

 

As the Legend Killer and the Game headed outside by the pool, the remaining words that exploded out of Chavo's mouth were, “I'll bust that pussy's ass!”

 

Outside by the pool…

 

“Does that make you feel happy that he was talking so much crap,” Randy said, “and you're the one who won?”

 

“Oh, yeah,” said Hunter. “I blew up his Twinkies in the microwave, I spiked his drink, I sprayed out his cologne, and I'm sitting right here drinking a glass of wine.”

 

“If the roles were reversed, I would've voted them off so fast.”

 

“Well, let me tell you something, if we had the chance to vote them off, they're gone!” Hunter clinked his wine glass with Randy's. “Hey, cheers, buddy!”

 

They laughed evilly, finally appreciating of their tricks and lies…

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…