WWE Fan Fiction ❯ The Bad Guys Club ❯ Chapter 15

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It was the second week of September, and Adam was in the kitchen microwaving a bowl of instant macaroni and cheese when the phone rang in the kitchen. He picked it up and it was his mom, Judy on the other line. “Mom!” he cried. “Hey, there!”

 

“Adam, I found out about what happened to you, so I decided to call you and see what's up,” she said on the other line.

 

“I'm doing fine and dandy.”

 

“And another thing, this woman keeps calling me and threatening me and you. Do you know her? She had a Spanish-sounding accent.”

 

“You mean Vickie Guerrero? Chavo's aunt? Yeah, uh, see, mom, I didn't want to tell you, but she's my wife.”

 

“You're not too happy about it, are you? Look, son, it's none of my business, but you can't keep bouncing from one woman to the next, and to have one of them threatening me from god knows where—

 

“I understand, mom. What did Vickie tell you?”

 

“She threatened to kick your ass and whatever, and, uh, how much do you weight, now?”

 

“I'm 245 pounds.”

 

“She told me that you were 400, you get so fat—

 

“What?! Vickie called me fat?!”

 

“Yeah. Adam, a word of advice: Either you settle down, or you don't. I didn't raise you to be like this.”

 

After the awkward conversation with the woman who gave birth to him out of wedlock, Adam growled at himself and went back into the kitchen, grabbing a breakfast sandwich with egg, sausage, and cheese that just popped out of the toaster. “Damnit!” he cried, as Shawn watched him from the computer. “I'm hungry, I don't give a fuck. I'll eat the whole fridge.”

 

The Rated R Superstar then poured syrup on top of the breakfast sandwich and took a bite from it, letting the amber liquid drip from his bottom lip as the Heartbreak Kid looked on from the computer, horrified. “What the hell are you looking at?” he said to the Texan.

 

The next morning, the Rated R Superstar got out of the shower. Chris reminded him to wake up Shawn upstairs so he could help them out with groceries as promised. Clad only in a towel, Adam went upstairs to Shawn's room and found the Heartbreak Kid wide awake to light up one of his weird-looking religious candles. “Oh, Chris told me to wake you up,” he said to him, then picked up the unlighted religious candle and sniffed it. “Ugh! This candle smells like shit!”

 

“It's supposed to be for Jesus Christ, jackass!” he retorted.

 

Chavo came into the room at the sound of Shawn yelling at Adam. “You mean that hippie dude?” the blond longhaired Canadian quipped. “My mom said that he was a hippie and is based on his stories whenever he gets high off acid.”

 

“Edge, it really isn't that important,” said Chavo.

 

“You're talking about my religion, Adam!” cried Shawn.

 

“Nuh-uh,” hissed Adam. “I'm just saying that candle you got in your room smells like shit.”

 

“Well, your hypocrisy's full of it.”

 

“You guys are being rude to each other,” Chavo added his two cents, “and Jericho is waiting in the car and will drive off without us if you guys don't get ready.”

 

“I'm not being rude to him, Chavo,” said Adam. “I'm just saying that with the polygamist issue being talked about these days, I don't think it's cool to have that stuffed down our throats. I do believe in God, yes, but I'm not obsessed like some people I know. That's why, Shawn, I judge you 24/7 on what I was raised to believe.”

 

As the two Urchins headed back downstairs, the Heartbreak Kid yelled to Adam. “That still doesn't make you perfect!”

 

“Actually, I am,” he responded. “More perfect than you are.”

 

“No, you're not.”

 

“Yes, I am. And that candle still smells like shit. Turn it off, dude. We can't have the fire department stop by. It's bad enough that we have cops stopping by.”

 

“That's because you and Jericho don't know when you use your inside voices!”

 

Meanwhile, Randy went to the phone room to answer the annoying phone. It was Teresa, still pissed off about the little fling he and Annette had two months ago, and still wouldn't get over it. “Let's recap it, why don't we do that, Randy?” she said.

 

“Let's talk about it through email,” he suggested, getting annoyed with her.

 

“No. I don't want to talk about it through email. If this is your way of avoiding me like this, you have another thing coming.”

 

“Well, I want to talk about through email.”

 

“Well, I don't, Randy. Okay? Because you know why? I can still remember that night two months ago after I left the house, you and Annette fucked.”

 

“Oh, geez! Can't you get over it? Nothing happened that night, okay?”

 

“Don't fucking lie to me, Randy!”

 

“Well, you know what? I had a lot of fun with you, but you wanna go this far to turn it into a relationship. We are not in a relationship, Teresa. We were never were. You can go around to your stupid bar buddies and say that we're dating, but as far as you and me are concerned, we're through. And I am not gonna sit here and get bitched at by you, that's not how it works.”

 

For the past two months, the Legend Killer realized how much Teresa really liked him more than he liked her. She had no idea how much he felt for her. To him, Teresa was masochistic (he believed that she wanted him to beat him like all the abusive ex-boyfriends did to her, and Randy was raised never to hit a woman), a crybaby, a snob, and kind of a cunt. “You don't call me,” the biracial blonde continued on the phone. “Fucking—

 

“Well, I have to go, Teresa,” said Randy, and hung up on her a second later. “I will email you later. Goodbye. Fucking cunt!”

 

On the way to the grocery store, the Urchins and Shawn discussed their first job before getting hired by Vince, actually the Urchins were. Shawn was asleep in the backseat of the van. “Yeah, when I was working as a cashier,” Chris said as he drove the vehicle, “I used to get tips like crazy. It wasn't because of my looks—

 

“Chris, you're beautiful,” exclaimed Adam. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

 

“Well, I have a beautiful personality as well—

 

“Yeah, well people will pick up on your personality the first ten seconds they meet you.”

 

Chris turned to stare at him in weird way, then back to the road. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

 

“Like when I used to work at this pizza place in Toronto, this lady yelled at me. She was like, `That's all you have? Is light ranch dressing?' And I said, `Well, you should be thankful that we have light ranch dressing, because you actually need it, you fat cow!'”

 

Chavo's eyes widened at the comment as he responded, “Whoa, what'd you say to her?”

 

“She did need the dressing, man! I was doing her a favor.”

 

“No, that's not how it works,” Chris said bluntly. “If you're gonna do that shit to someone, then you're really feeling low about yourself.”

 

Adam was mean! He was a mean person, and he didn't realize that the things he says sometimes can shatter someone's self-esteem. “Disgusting bitch,” the Rated R Superstar continued as Shawn snored so loudly in the backseat with him. “Old stretch marks and cottage cheese running up and down her thighs. Fat bitch.”

 

“Damn, we got a bear in the car with us?” asked Chavo.

 

“No, that's Shawn,” responded Chris. “Relax, Chavo.”

 

“Yeah,” said Adam. “We don't want to kill him. After all, animals are God's children, too. Just that this one's losing his hair.”

 

All of a sudden, Shawn woke up and deeply stared at Adam's scared green eyes, then covered his head with his cowboy hat in shame.

 

Back at the house, Randy discussed the latest details with Batista about Teresa. “Yeah, I've been using her,” he said. “So what?”

 

Although he and Randy were friends since they were in Evolution, the Animal didn't approve of the Legend Killer's womanizing ways. But, as long as Randy didn't beat on them and knocked them up, then he was cool. Just then, they heard the phone rang, and Batista went and answered it. It was Teresa causing more drama, and that she really had something important to tell Randy, but obviously Randy wasn't going to answer, she thought one of the Bad Guys in the house could give the Legend Killer the message. And the Animal did, and Randy gave him a cold response that send chills down his spine, “I'm gonna tell her to fuck off and she can take her ugly hoodie and her stupid ceramic ashtray with my face on it that she made.”

 

“Whoa, she made an ashtray with a painting of your face in it?” he asked. “That's awesome.”

 

“I know, right? I don't know what the hell is it, but women tend to see something in me, before I fuck them. Either that, with that woman, I feel like taking a knife down her chest and just leave it there.”

 

“You're a lot of things, Orton. You really are.”

 

When the Urchins and Shawn got back home from the grocery store, Batista went after Chris on the tip from Randy that there was some money stolen from his wallet, and thought Chris was the one that took it because they were a bit short on grocery money. Well, things got a bit intense as once again, Chris threw another glass at the Animal, which missed and shattered to the floor in pieces. Then, Chavo, Shawn, and Randy held the two back as they all yelled and cursed at each other. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” yelled Chris. “I swear, man! It's always me getting blamed for petty shit like this in this fucking house!”

 

“Because you're the only one that's always up to something, Jericho!” Dave yelled back as he and the Legend Killer went back into their room.

 

Then Chris grabbed the cake knife from the dish rack and shrieked so loudly that the neighbors next door threatened to call the police…again. “I'M GONNA FUCKING STAB HIM!! OOOHHH!! I CAN'T STAND THEM!!”

 

Jericho needs to be in a mental hospital, Batista thought to himself. Goddamn psycho!

 

“Chris, calm down,” the Heartbreak Kid calmed the five-time champion down as he pulled the knife from his hand. “We're not going to start that again.”

 

“But,” he whined. “I get blamed for no reason. First, Randy yelled at me for making fun of him when it was Adam and Chavo doing all the mocking, now Batista wants to blame me for stealing money out of his wallet? What the hell, Shawn? Whatever, I'm going outside.”

 

“And I'll watch out for the cops,” Shawn gleamed sardonically as he peeked out the front door for a certain white car with a blue stripe across.

“What's wrong, man?” Adam asked his fellow blond Urchin.

 

“Nothing, man,” he sighed. “It's fucking Dave. Two months he's been in this house, and already he and Orton are back to doing Evolution crap. I mean, I can handle all the DX crap when Hunter was staying in this house, but you know what—

 

“Yeah, it's like Randy and Batista want to feel like they belong by joining a clique or tagging together. They have no fucking backbone. It's like fucking high school. Jeez. That's why I decided not to team up with Orton anymore because it's what he does. He wants you to feel sorry for him. Then when you have his back, he tends to stab you in the fucking back. I feel sorry for Batista when it comes to him. Orton reminds you of somebody, does it?”

 

“Yeah, Hunter. He's a bad influence.”

 

“Yeah, King of the White Trash. So's Randy. Do not share a locker room with him. He burps, farts, and scratches his balls in front of people. Then he dirties the room with trash. I mean what is it with people these days? You have the blond-haired, blue-eyed ones that manipulate you and start and finish their shit! They have problems, and the Jews got killed because of them.”

 

Chris's eyes widened as the Ultimate Opportunist kept spewing his judgmental and racist comments. He had enough of it for one day, so he went back into his bedroom where Chavo was looking for his shoes. “What's wrong with you, now?” the Mexican Warrior asked him.

 

“I'm getting sick and tired of this house,” he replied as he lay on his bed staring at the blood red ceiling. “And I'm not leaving, because it's something I wouldn't do. Yes, I do manipulate people. Yes, I start stuff and finish it. Randy and Dave can go around accusing me of stealing money from them all they want, but once they unleash that deeper side of me, one of them is going to get hurt.”

 

“I feel you, man. But don't let that get to you. You knew there was gonna be more drama once Batista stayed and once Triple H left. Randy's doing that as revenge for whatever we did that he has said to Batista about. We haven't made fun of him, and we never have, especially since Hunter left.”

 

“He's like treating us like we're the only three bullies in the house when he's been doing the same shit when Hunter was still staying, and even thought they are still friends, Michaels was smart enough to distance himself away from them.”

 

“Yeah, and even though you and I stopped bothering Randy, Edge still wants to start shit.”

 

“I know, man. He won't stop running his mouth. He keeps making judgmental racist comments about everything. Like today in the pool, he told me, a person with blond hair and blue eyes, that people with blue eyes and blond hair should be put down because they're the ones responsible for behavioral meds and they're the ones that killed the Jews.”

 

Chavo's eyes widened at the comments Adam had made. “What? I don't even go and say that. That's really—

 

“Yeah, he totally went over the line, and I'm so pissed off at him. You know, Chavo, as much as I hate Adam, then love him, and want to get inside his pants, if we weren't in this house, and we weren't traveling together, this relationship between him and I wouldn't exist. He discriminates against anyone or anything, from the fat lady to me, an alleged Jew killer, and to Shawn's religion. I know that he's the type to talk behind your back and your front, but it's to a point where he goes overboard and I want to beat the fuck out of him.”

 

“I'm getting sick of it as you, Chris. He also, all of a sudden, got something against Mexicans. He was like we were his biggest pet peeve in the world. Why. Would. He. Say. That? He's fucking married to one! I expected way more from him as a person.”

 

“I know, man. We come from different walks of life, and Adam needs to watch his fucking mouth. God knows I'm not trying to attack the man. He's a great performer in the ring, but once he started hooked up with Vickie, the other side of him came out, and it's through his mouth. I'm surprised his mother regrets that she should've used something to reprimand him for his actions. It's better off here that I can train him, for in case he moves out of Toronto or Tampa, he's not gonna get his ass handed to him in his new hometown. You know, Chavo, if Adam lived in Winnipeg, they'll fuck him up.”

 

“Yeah, they'll fuck him up.”

 

“They'll fuck him up.”

 

“If he ever moved to El Paso, Jericho, my friends will fuck him up.”

 

“Yeah, they'll fuck him up.”

 

“They'll fuck him up.”

 

“They'll fuck him up.”

 

“They'll fuck him up, yeah.”

 

“They'll fuck him up.”

 

“They'll fuck him up.”

 

The next morning, Batista was outside by the pool sunbathing when Chavo came up to him. Batista wasn't having any of it from Chris or the other Urchins this morning, but the Mexican Warrior wanted peace. “Do you want something to drink?” he asked the Animal nicely.

 

“Nope,” he replied coldly.

 

“Wanna breakfast cookie?”

 

“Nope.”

 

Chavo sighed. “Look, I didn't do nothing to you, so I don't know why you have a problem with me. You really need to apologize to Jericho for yesterday. He was very upset that you went and accused him of something like that. I know Chris. He's not the type to steal something like money. If you have a problem with him, then take it to him, but don't go taking it out on me, Shawn, or Edge.”

 

Batista always had a theory on what people thought of him. He wasn't an instigator and adversarial like the Canadians in the house. He was a big spender on things, he loved to eat, but most importantly, he thought men were threatened by him and they were jealous of him, and they wanted to start trouble on a continued oasis. “Well, I'll tell you what,” he finally said. “I don't trust Chris Jericho, and I didn't ask Vince if I can room with him. He placed me in to fill the void, and Jericho's got some damn nerve to control this house. I don't care if he never stole money before. I know what he's capable of, and from Randy is telling me, I think everyone should stay away from him.”

 

The Mexican Warrior sighed again as he went back into Adam and Chris's room. “If you need anything, yell.”

 

“Then he's like, we're all so scared of Jericho,” Chavo repeated the conversation he had in the pool with the Animal to Adam. “That's why everyone didn't stick up for him. I ain't gonna go there because I know I was with him when that happened.”

 

“What?” Adam cried. “And what did you do when he said that?”

 

“Nothing, man. I just walked away.”

 

The Rated R Superstar muttered to himself, “Stupid bastard.”

 

Then he thought, Batista is out on the fucking pool saying all kinds of shit about Chris. Chavo and Shawn were the ones that stuck up for Chris and held him back, and I was outside. To say that I was intimidated by Chris—Whoa, whoa, whoa, son of a bitch, I ain't intimidated by anyone. Let's not get our panties in bunch. I dare Dave to come out and say that to my face, and we'll see who's scared.

 

The Urchins joined their leader and the Animal in the kitchen. Chavo and Adam waited for Chris or Batista to pop off, and the Animal did. “Did you think you overreacted yesterday, Chris?” he said to the Sexy Beast standing on the counter.

 

“Fuck off,” he coldly retorted. “Don't even go there with me this morning. Give me a week to chill, all right?”

 

“Shouldn't I be the one that needs a week to chill out?”

 

Chris's face turned a bright pink. “GIVE ME A FUCKING WEEK, DAVE! LET IT GO!!”

 

“I asked you a question. You don't have to get hostile.”

 

“I wouldn't if you want to play the `Let's Frame Chris Jericho' game.”

 

“Well, you know what? We have another two months of living in this house, so I'm still going to ask you more questions and I'm gonna straighten out that nasty attitude of yours—

 

“Oh, no, no, no, no. This is how it's going to go for the next two months: Stay on your side, and I'll stay on mines.”

 

Just then, at the right time, Adam instigated in Chris and Dave's confrontation. “Yeah, and also, Batista, the reason why I wasn't in that fight yesterday because you said that apparently we're all scared of Chris and we need to watch out for him.”

 

“What?!” cried Chris.

 

“Oh, yeah.”

 

“I never said anything like that,” cried the Animal.

 

“Yeah, you did,” Shawn said from the living room. “You said that we're all scared of Jericho.”

 

“No, I didn't.”

 

“Yeah, you did,” scoffed Adam. “I'm not scared of anyone in this—

 

“First of all, that's not the words I used. I said, `intimidated'. There's a difference, Edge.”

 

“Well, that's not the case. Next time, Batista, don't say you're intimidated by someone when you don't know the fucking situation. You've been here since July and it's going on September—

 

“Wait a minute! Since when was this your concern? This is between me and Chris here.”

 

Adam let out a haughty laugh. “Uh, no. This does concern me and everyone because you said that we're all scared of Chris. If you don't know someone for a very long time, don't judge. Because I don't make judgments until I know the fucking person. Now, you're pissing me off, so I'm gonna judge.”

 

“Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?” Dave's face turned into deadpan sarcasm. “Make judgments, buddy. I don't care.”

 

“Hey, I'm five years younger than you are!” Adam screeched. “Don't call me buddy.”

 

“Well, I don't know why you wanna instigate into to our little conversation in the first place.”

 

“What conversation? Chris just said that he didn't want to talk to you. So…I heard you said that we were intimidated, and I'm sorry that I'm speaking for myself and everyone in this house. I'll cut to the chase and say that I like Chris. He's a decent human being; he's brought everything he can in this business. You, on the other hand, disgust me.”

 

“I don't give a fuck if you can't stand me.”

 

Then, Shawn, Chris and Chavo stared to jeer. “You have to care!” said Adam. “I'm just letting you know. I'm letting you know the fucking truth, Batista.”

 

“But you—

 

“YOU. DON'T. KNOW. THE TRUTH!”

 

“Buddy, you're full of shit. Clean your mouth next time you yell. I feel like I'm getting spit on from you.”

 

“So? And your nipples keep leaking fluid. Are you lactating? Get the hell away from me or I'll knock your teeth out.”

 

Just then, Dave marched around in front of Adam and pointed to his chin. “Do it!”

 

“I'll rub your face all over the driveway!”

 

“Why don't you do it now, tough guy?!”

 

Suddenly, Chavo got in between the two to avoid either one of them getting sent home suspended. “Hit me and you know what happens!” Batista continued. “Come on, Adam!”

 

Again the Rated R Superstar let out a laugh. “I ain't stupid, you dumb ass bitch! Ugly body-builder, steroid-taking freak!”

 

Just then, Chris yelled, “Chavo, move! Because if Dave hits him—

 

“Hit me,” Adam mocked the Animal. “Hit me!”

 

“No one's hitting anyone,” said Chavo. “Hit me.”

 

“I wanna see the show, man!” Chris teased.

 

“No.” The Mexican Warrior glared at Chris. “No more.”

 

“Isn't jealousy a bitch, Edge?” Batista asked Adam.

 

“Jealous?” he retorted. “Of what?”

 

“Jealous.” The Animal slowly walked to his room. “It's all jealousy. I'm aware of it, now.”

 

“Jealous of what?!” Adam yelled back. “Of a fake body and personality? I'm not jealous of that!”

 

Later on in the afternoon, Chris and Batista took naps in their respective rooms while Randy tried one more time calling Teresa in the phone room. “Try to be nice, man,” he muttered to himself as the other line rang. “I'm just gonna return your stuff.”

 

“This is Teresa,” the biracial blonde spoke on the other line.

 

“Teresa!”

 

CLICK.

 

DIAL TONE.

 

“Oh, that's just fine by me!” Randy hung up the phone and stormed to his room where the Animal was napping and grabbed the hoodie and ashtray Teresa had given him as gifts. He grabbed a can of green spray paint from Chris and Adam's room, where the shorthaired blond Canuck was sleeping.

 

It's quite a rift between

Your words and what you mean

Get used to the idea

To nod, `cause you've been seen

 

I don't know what to do

But what you did to me

I took a piece of you

I threw it in the sea

 

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

 

“Orton, what are you gonna do to that nice sweater?” Shawn wanted to know as he saw the Legend Killer come to the kitchen to prepare his revenge: Taking his anger on Teresa's hoodie.

 

You got your big ideas

They ain't as big as mine

I'll tell you this again

But only one more time

 

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

 

He shook up the green spray paint can and sprayed the word CUNT on the front of the hoodie. The Heartbreak Kid's eyes widened at the mess Randy made on that hoodie. He could've least gave it to him since he and Randy wore the same size, despite the fact that Randy was much taller. The Legend Killer then took the hoodie and ashtray and threw it out the window, then dragged the hoodie (dirtying it) outside by the front door.

 

It's quite a rift between

Your words and what you mean

Get used to the idea

To nod, `cause you've been seen

 

I don't know what to do

But what you did to me

I took a piece of you

I threw it in the sea

 

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

 

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

You can't do that to me

 

Meanwhile, out on the road, Adam had to curse out this woman because she was driving too slow, and being that he hated Chicago rush hour traffic, and Chavo was getting sick and tired of it. Earlier in the day, he had instigated drama with Batista, now he's cursing out this woman, and calling her judgmental remarks. They exited the expressway, with the Rated R Superstar yelling out, “Fat cunt!”

 

“It sounds so hurtful when you say that,” Chavo scolded him. “I used to do that shit. Fat bitch, fat cunt, four eyes—I had glasses, too! So why was I saying that? I don't know.”

 

Back in the day, Chavo used to make fun of people, and now he realized that it wasn't cool anymore. It wasn't worth it. If looks were all that for you to get ahead, then you were sadly mistaken. “Hey, Adam?” he continued on. “Chris is still pissed off for what you said about him. It was nice of you to defend him against Batista, but it wasn't necessary for you to run your mouth like that. He even told me after that, `If that's all he's gonna do for me, then what does he think of me?'”

 

“I'm expressing myself,” the longhaired Canadian quipped. “I think I have a right to do so.”

 

“Well, Chris is still going to be pissed at you for that comment the other day. That's the whole thing here, with hair and eyes.”

 

“So? Let him.”

 

Back at the house, Randy checked out his WWE Universe profile, and got a message from Teresa. He decided to read the whole thing to Shawn, who had another bowl of Lucky Charms:

 

Dear Randy,

 

You're nothing but a fucking pig and a whore. You not only have sex, but you fuck people over in the worse way. No wonder your parents want nothing to do with you, especially your father. They've probably realized how it was a waste of time raising your dumb ass. Good luck finding anything essential in your life. How dare you, you son of a bitch? I really loved you, but now I've seen your true colors, and if you do come back to Chicago, make sure you make that worth your while when I sue you over child support because I'm two months pregnant, and you're the last person I was with. So, what now, Mr. Legend Killer (So that's what they call you)? Are you going to abandon our child like you did to me?

 

Teresa

 

“WHAT?!” cried Shawn. “You've really done it, now! What are you gonna do?”

 

“I'm gonna respond to it,” said Randy.

 

Teresa,

 

First off, I never liked you. I never wanted to hit you, since you're the type of person who lets insecure men beat on you, and my parents have raised me right, thank you very much! They've also raised me NEVER to hit on a woman! Last time we fucked, I had a rubber on me. That's not my kid, so don't bother me with that child support crap. You can go ahead and put us on Maury to test me. You bore me, and you should be put into a mental hospital. Stay the fuck out of my life.

 

RKO

 

PS- Have a nice life, bitch! Your stupid stuff's outside the house. You know where to find it.

 

The phone rang again, and Shawn ran over to get it. “Bad Guys Club,” he answered.

 

“Is Randy there?” a woman said on the other line.

 

“Yes, he is. Whom am I speaking to?”

 

“Annette.”

 

“Okay, lemme get him.” Suddenly, the Heartbreak Kid yelled so loud, the glass in the door almost vibrated. “RANDY!! TELEPHONE!!”

 

The Legend Killer went into the phone room and took the receiver from Shawn's hand. “Dude, what the hell are you trying to do to me?” he scolded him. “I'm not deaf, man. Hello?”

 

“Randy,” Annette chirped on the other line. “It's Annette.”

 

“Hey, what's up, Annette?”

 

“Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to let you know what's going on. Teresa's been calling me and told me she's pregnant. Baby's doing fine—

 

“I don't want to hear about that. I don't know what's up with her with the paternity drama. I used a rubber that night. If it broke, oh, fucking well. Other than that, she started calling the house and cursed me out almost like my ex-fiancée used to do. So, thanks for letting me know.”

 

“Well, just so you know, Teresa texted me and said that Hunter told her that you were using her and all that.”

 

Randy thanked her and hung up. He sat on the chair in shock to find out what Hunter did to him. Hunter had been kicked out of the house for two months, and he decided to preserve the friendship he had with Randy by telling Teresa that the Legend Killer had been using her. Why would he do that? Randy thought. I thought we were supposed to be friends.

 

“GODDAMN TRIPLE H!!” he yelled as he stormed out of the phone room.

 

“Now, what happened?” Shawn asked him.

 

“You know what, Shawn? I don't know why you still want to be friends with Hunter. He's a snake.”

 

“What did Triple H do?”

 

“After he left the house, he told Teresa that I was using her, probably after she got pregnant. The last time we had sex was the night before Cena left the house. I guess Hunter's true colors showed again. It always has to be about him.”

 

“What?”

 

“His true colors shined through.”

 

“Duh, I knew that. Hunter's Hunter. It's one of these days where I have to distance myself from him, and living in this house is one of these days.”

 

“I'm surprised he's not doing the same to you after all these years.”

 

Just then, they heard Chris get up and walked into the kitchen. He scolded the Heartbreak Kid for eating all the Lucky Charms and poured himself a bowl. Outside, Adam and Chavo parked in front of the house and noticed the hoodie lying out on the garbage canister. “Orton made Teresa's sweater dirty,” said Adam as he got out from the driver's seat and picked it up to see the spray painted word on the front. “What the eff?”

He and Chavo burst into laughter as they went inside to the kitchen and joined Chris, Shawn, and Randy. “Why'd you ruined Teresa's hoodie?” Chavo asked the Legend Killer.

 

“'Cause Hunter is a conniving bastard,” he replied.

 

“What'd he do to you?” Chris wanted to know.

 

“He went and told Teresa that I was using her after she got pregnant two months ago. She says that it's mine—

 

“And you denied it?” Chris rolled his eyes. “I'm surprised.”

 

“Hunter? Yeah!”

 

“Not that bastard! I'm talking about you, Orton.”

 

“Chris, let's not go there.”

 

“Screw that,” said Chavo. “Now you know how Triple H is, man.”

 

“You know me, and I always got along easy with guys because they're guys.”

 

“We told you so,” said Adam. “The only person you can trust and be real with is Shawn over here.”

 

And, they were right, indeed. They warned Randy and Shawn that the King of Kings was not to be trusted. But, Randy had no idea that Hunter can betray him like this and not this quick. Later in the night, the three Urchins hung around the kitchen when Chris caught Adam on the computer making rude and vulgar racist comments on a video on YouTube. “Adam!” he yelled. “Come here, I wanna talk to you.”

 

“What I'd do?” he wanted to know.

 

“NOW!”

 

Adam followed Chris and Chavo to Adam and Chris's room at the end of the hallway. Chris decided to make it clear to him: As long as Adam continued to be judgmental, then Chris would not have anything to do with him. “Hey, let me ask you something,” Chris said to him. “Are we on the right page as far as you and I go?”

 

“Yeah, man,” he replied.

 

“So, what if we weren't? Would we still be friends?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“No, I don't think so,” Chris began to explain. “When it comes to picking on people like Randy or Shawn, or Batista, we're playing around and we don't mean it. But, when we go overboard with it, like out of anger, we don't think. So, the other day, when I was pissed as Dave for accusing me of stealing money from him, I wanted some type of comfort. But you said something about people with blue eyes and blond hair, and how they should be killed for the Holocaust. I felt insulted by it since I'm the only one the house with blond hair and blue eyes, and I'm sitting next to a friend of mine whom I've slept with accusing me of being anti-Semitic because of how I physically look.”

 

“And another thing,” Chavo added, “Like the first night all of us went out, you said something against Mexicans, and you're happened to be married to one, who's my aunt. You have a problem with us or something? Say it now.”

 

The Rated R Superstar scoffed. “That's not what I—I was drunk that night!”

 

“Still, the problem is, Edge, you don't think before you speak,” said Chris. “You don't even consider it. When a friend is saying that your words are hurting them, a real friend would stop or they would try to stop.”

 

“But why?”

 

“We're telling you how we feel when you say shit like this out of anger,” said Chavo. “All Jericho and I are telling you is to tone it down and consider thinking what you say before you actually say it.”

 

Why the hell are these two after me because of what I say? Adam thought. They say mean stuff like I am, and I can't get away with it like they can. Whatever. Nice of them to tell me how they feel, but I'm gonna go play on the internet.

 

The Urchins went back into the kitchen, where Randy was on the computer writing a cold message to Hunter on the WWE Universe site. Adam wanted to use the computer, and so he argued with the Legend Killer. “Ten minutes, Adam,” he said to the impatient Canadian.

 

But Adam had a plan. “Bullshit.”

 

He decided to unplug the computer after Randy had sent the message. “That's your computer, too, you son of a bitch!” Randy yelled.

 

“Yeah, and it's so sad that you have to plug them all in, and I laugh at you—

 

“You're so miserable, man. Why do you have to do this?”

 

“Actually, I'd be more miserable if I was a stripper and a porn star getting people to buy your bullshit, and here I am thinking, `Damn. Why can't I have Randy Orton's life?'”

 

“That shit doesn't work for me, Edge. It makes me feel sad for you.”

 

Adam was sarcastic, giving low blows to the Legend Killer until he was tired. “Well, thank you, Randy. I'm glad that you're concerned for me, when you really don't give a damn. Remember the last days of Rated RKO?”

 

“Do not bring that up in here, Adam Copeland!” Randy got up. “Take the computer! I'm fucking done with it, and I'm fucking done with you! The reason why Rated RKO broke up was because you can't stop running your mouth! You think you can go around being mean to other people, and they can't do it to you? They can't do it to you, man?”

 

Adam sat by the computer, rolling his eyes. “I fucking get it now!” he continued yelling at the Legend Killer. “You think I'm miserable, let's leave it at that!”

 

“I don't get you, Adam! Why do you have to be such a nasty, disgusting, mean little cunt? Every time you yell, spit flies out your gross mouth!”

 

“What?! You're a disgusting, cheating pig! You're a fucking stripper, you do porn and worst of all, you use women and get them pregnant! What kind of a man are you? I'll tell you the reason why Rated RKO broke up is one: You always had a bottle of gin with you, and you still do it! Two: You're an insecure narcissist. Three: You're sloppy, and you're mopey, and you're dopey! There! You're a sloppy bastard, and you think I'm a mean, nasty cunt? Fine! We're cool!”

 

Randy had enough, and so, he went outside by the pool. Adam just rolled his eyes, plugged the computer back on, and surf the internet like no tomorrow. Adam is not here to change, Chris thought as he went to bed. Adam is here to be Adam. But, that's the purpose of living in this house: Is to change what's not working for all of us.

 

After Chris and Chavo chewed him out and forced him to apologize, Adam joined the Legend Killer outside by the pool. “What do you want now?” he asked the Rated R Superstar.

 

“Look,” he explained. “I'm seriously apologizing. You should know me by now that I say things like that when I'm angry.”

 

“Edge, we're not here to be bad guys and outdo each other. We're not competing for a title here. Like it or not, Vince literally suspended all of us for four months by putting us in one house so we could change our ways! And you need to get that through your fucking head, man! I don't think you don't understand the caliber of what you say, but you go right down to the meanest thing that pops out your head.”

 

“I am changing, Randy! I just apologized to you! Look, if that's you think of me or if that's what other people think of me on a continued oasis, then so be it.”

 

“But it doesn't have to be that way.”

 

Adam hated he had a conscience, and he couldn't even pronounce it, so what? Part of him wanted to be an asshole to everyone, and part of him had his heart feel and beat, and crap, and he hated it. To him, he wanted to know why, all of a sudden, everyone started to give a damn. The world wasn't a pretty place to live with people holding hands. The next morning, Randy got a threatening phone call from of all people, Triple H.

 

“Orton, we need to talk,” the King of Kings demanded, but his voice still didn't fully wake the Legend Killer up. “I didn't tell Teresa anything two months ago!”

 

“Don't lie to me, Hunter!” whined Randy. “I think you went and told Teresa, and I'm mad about it.”

 

Before he was kicked out of Evolution, Randy figured out that Hunter always forced him to be friends by making you feel sorry for him, and maybe Shawn knew about that, maybe he didn't. But, Randy wasn't going to go for the Game's crap anymore. “Randy, you're the one who pissed me of,” Hunter continued, “I introduce you to my friends here, and you betrayed me by using her and getting her pregnant. Now, you're denying that you're the father of this child? If this little catty ass shit is going to get in the way—

 

Randy slammed the phone and went back into his room. He wished he didn't met Hunter in the beginning, and he wished he knew what he was capable of then. “You know what?” Shawn told him in his room. “If I hadn't gone in the Lord's path, I would've done more that what Hunter is doing. We're still friends, but I'm learning how to cherish that friendship slowly.”

 

“Yeah, and I'm glad that I got kicked out of Evolution,” he replied. “Otherwise, I would've done more than 90% of the shit that he's done. For real.”

 

That afternoon, Adam went into the phone room and spoke to his longtime friend, Jay Reso. Adam talked to him about his experience in the house, and Jay confronted him. “You're the most closed-minded person in the world,” he told him. “You really are.”

 

“Why am I so closed-minded?” he wanted to know. “What do you want me to do? Sympathize with Orton and get used to him being an adult entertainer?”

 

“I'm not gonna talk to you about this because it's gonna make me wanna curse you out.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because you don't understand where other people come from.”

 

“Yeah, I do!”

 

“Whatever. I gotta go.”

 

Adam hung up the phone and told Randy and Shawn in the kitchen the news. “Apparenty, to Jay, I'm closed-minded.”

 

“You are,” Shawn agreed.

 

“And I'm judgmental.”

 

“That, too.”

 

“Look, I always said that strippers are whore, strippers are whores. You do agree with me, right?”

 

“That ain't my place to say,” said Randy.

 

“But if you had to say—

 

“Not in my—

 

“But if you had to stereotype—

 

“No, and I don't like to do that. Okay! Adam, you're here because you're trying to get rid of stereotypes. That's why people call you judgmental because of the generalizations you make. You have proven yourself to not pass judgment on people, so why do you wanna act like you're ignorant?”

 

“Because…I feel it…I'm nuts! Damnit! I can't even speak the truth anymore!”

 

So yah, I do pass judgment all the time, the Rated R Superstar thought to himself back in his and Chris's room while Chris was still sleeping in his bed that night. People do it to me, so I'm gonna do it to them. Some say that my mom didn't know when to give me `whuppings', and that Vickie treated him like crap. Yeah, Vickie did say a lot of messed up shit, even when Chavo was around. You know what the problem is? It's women. I hate women! Those guys are cunts, bitches, and they are disgusting!

 

In the kitchen, Randy made out a lost dog flyer with Hunter's picture on it. Adam and Chavo decided to record it on the camcorder. The Legend Killer decided to read it out loud what he wrote on the flyer:

 

We have lost our dog. Watch out! He's not neutered, hasn't had his shots, and we fear he might have STD's and Rabies. Use caution when dealing with this worthless bastard. He is known to be very two-faced, manipulative, and very dirty. If you come in contact with him or a sledgehammer, be sure to go to your local hospital. Don't bother to contact us; we are ecstatic that he has run away.

 

“You should've added that he hangs out at strip clubs and back alleys,” said Adam.

 

“Hey, this flyer was Jericho's idea. I just added the words.” Normally, Randy would smooth things over with the King of Kings. Not anymore. “Okay, we're going in teams of two and post copies of this all over downtown Chicago, until we get in trouble.”

 

You get me hot, you get me so hot
You get me pissed, so pissed
And, I can't have you

`Cause you can't be me
This ain't gonna be so easy

 

And, so the guys did, minus Chris and Dave, who decided to hit the sack early, but without Chris's collaboration on the flyer, this wouldn't happen. The guys hit State Street and gave random people flyers of Hunter. “We lost our dog!” cried Randy, to a man passing by them. “If you've come across him, be careful.”

 

The man grabbed the flyer and went on his way. Chavo and Shawn went across the street and did the same thing, then went downstairs to the subway station and taped them on the bulletin boards. Adam and Randy taped the whole thing, while taping the flyers at various poles, and passing out to people.

 

Wanna fuck?

Or wanna fight?
Don't wanna fuck?

Turn off the light
I'm gonna drink

And get wasted
Can't you see?

It's not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
It's not about you

Don't care where you are tonight
Don't care who you're holding tight
`Cause I know you think of me
I can feel you out there breathing

And when you see me

On the street
Look ahead

Don't look at me
`Cause I know if you do
I might doubt why

I'm not with you

It's not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
It's not about you

 

It's not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
It's not about you

Oh, I know how it feels to be, oh, so low
But I can say it's better this way, baby
No, I can't stay, but I still love you anyway

“Have you've seen our dog?” cried Randy, and a woman asked for the flyer, which he gave it to her. “Thank you!”

 

They have come from different backgrounds where everyone was top dog in their respective circles. They view life as a battle, and Randy won the match against Hunter fair and square. They traveled all over downtown Chicago posting flyers on random places, and passing them to random people. On the corner of Michigan Avenue and Ohio Avenue, Adam passed a flyer to a homeless guy on the sidewalk and said, “Hey, Swine Awareness Week. Trying to save your life here.”

It's not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
It's not about you

 

It's not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
Not about you (Whoa)
It's not about you

 

Yeah, I know we had something good

But you know what?

All good things come to an end

And, pretty soon you'll be out with your friends (Shit, man)

Drinking and smoking, and fucking

That's right, baby

Everything's gonna be just fine

 

After they got back to the house, the Bad Guys sat in the living room laughing hysterically at how Hunter was going to handle it, how the people downtown were rude, quiet, and crazy. But it was Hunter's kind of people, or so Shawn said. Adam smiled at the camcorder and decided to post the video on his WWE Universe profile where everyone could see, even the Kings of Kings, the Game, Triple H.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…