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Chapter 16 : GTP - Grand theft…Photo?

We made it through December, the three of us, Matt, Jeff and I, figuring out how to get the pictures away from Glenn and planning a pair of weddings. Shane was our inside man, watching backstage so we would know what was going on. It was a regular rescue operation, rescuing the copies of the photos from Glenn and trying to rescue my love life. The one friend of Glenn’s who knew I didn’t do it was in on our little plan too. He would become involved only if needed. Can we say plausible deniability?

We made it back right before the Rumble. Most of the roster gave me dirty looks when I came in. I almost got into a real knockdown-drag out with Noreen Greenwald. Would have if Jeff had let me go for long enough. She and I will ‘talk’ after this whole episode is over. You don’t call me a slut and get away with it. I don’t care who you are.

There was one Saturday show before the January Pay-Per-View, and that was my only chance to get in and get what I needed to prove my innocence. Glenn would be out of the locker room, so would most of the other guys. Jeff, Matt, and Shane were going to keep everyone out as long as they could. I was going to fish around in Glenn’s bags to find the photos. The man keeps everything in his bags and I was reasonably sure I would find them there. If not, Jericho might have a copy; I was betting on Glenn having them.

I love breaking and entering.

The time came late in the show. Matt and Jeff kept lookout in the area the wrestlers were waiting for matches to end, Shane watched the door to the locker room. We were a high tech operation, using Jeff and Matt’s Nextels to signal if anyone was headed for the locker room.

“Faith, don’t get your ass caught.” Shane and I were ducking around, waiting for people to get away from the door, so he could see if anyone else was in there. He looked worried, paler than Vince’s ass on a cold day.

“Quit worrying. Just think of this as one of those comic books you like so much. Except its real life.”

“I don’t think the Green Lantern would be trying to steal some photos from a guy’s bag. Or playing the lookout!” He said it harshly, almost hissing it at me in a sarcastic tone. I stuck my tongue out at him as we waited for the room to clear.

John Cena came out of the locker room and walked away with a few of the guys. Shane walked over, somewhat nonchalantly, and ducked into the locker room. I waited a minute, thinking there was someone in there. He finally ducked his head out and waved me in. I ran down and got in the room, looking around at the bags strewn around.

“It’ll be an Eastpak bag, with a Truman State keychain. Probably blue, black or red.” He looked at me confused. “Look around, damn it, and find it. We don’t have much time!”

Shane started looked around for a bit with me, taking the other side of the room. He found it, next to what was obviously Mark’s stuff. How many people do you know carry a set of saddlebags with the old ‘Taker’ symbol on the side?

I opened it up, looking through all the junk. Glenn’s got a huge penchant for chocolate, puts a PMSing woman to shame. I had to get around the wrappers, clothes and dirty socks to get to the bottom of the bag. I spied a manila envelope that had taken an obvious beating underneath a pair of black boxers. ‘Nice Hun.’

Shane’s head shot up. “There’s people outside! Hurry up Damn it!”

I opened the envelope, confirming the fact they were the so-called ‘Incriminating Evidence’ and closed the bag. “Got em Shane. Let’s get the hell out of here.” I threw them in my backpack and went to the door, Shane looked out to see that the coast was clear. We waited for Matt Hyson and Maven to leave before we could come out. He nodded as they turned the corner and we both ran out of there as fast as our legs would carry us. We ran out, finding Matt and Jeff in the process and telling them to meet us at the hotel.

I shoved fifty bucks into Matt’s hand. “Stop and get a magnifying glass on the way back. We’ll take a damn good look at these tonight.”

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Glenn once said pictures don’t lie. He was wrong. They do when you add computers to the mix. And damn if these didn’t tell the greatest fibs in all of the world.

There were a lot of us in the room Shane and I were sharing when we took our first real look at the photographs of what was supposedly Chris Irvine and I getting it on. Jess and Amy, in to finish planning their weddings, were sitting on the bed, both showing a lot at nearly eight months pregnant. Jeff and Matt were sitting on the floor next to Shane and Shannon Moore, a late convert to our little group. I was laying on the bed, holding a magnifying glass over the top one, Al Sarvin holding a lamp up to ‘illuminate the proof of Jericho’s soon to be near death experience’(his words not mine), behind me.

Remember when I kept talking about the one friend of Glenn’s who still believed me? Meet Allen Sarvin. You know him as Al Snow. They go way back, Glenn and he had wrestled together back in Smokey Mountain Wrestling. He also just happens to be my only still-close-to-Glenn ally. And right now he was helping me spot all the fallacies in the first picture.

“Ok. So First, the bad Blur-lines from adding a different head, the skin tones not matching and, now that Tattoo is wrong. Who ever did this sucked at it. Who can vouch for the fact that this is not the art you have?” He looked at me, standing up straight as I turned to look over at Shane and Shannon, who were waiting anxiously to be told what to do.

“The only one’s who saw it before the whole thing were Glenn and Mark.” I circled the markings of the chick in the picture, careful not to cover them with the red marker.

Matt looked over at me, his brow, furrowed. He got up, standing in front of the window and looked out. He turned back, leaning on the windowpane. His face lit up and he turned to me and Al, who probably thought Matt looked a bit sick. “Where’d you get the roses? You showed up with them about a year ago, before you met Glenn.” He pointed to my ankle, where a band of black and red roses encircled it.

I picked my foot off the bed and rubbed the band, remembering the day I got it, how damned painful it was. “Tattoo Bill’s in Charlotte. Why?”

Jess apparently knew where Matt was headed with this, her eyes lit up like his face did. “Who gave you the characters?”

Al laughed. “If she’s like half the damned roster Mark gave ‘em to her.”

Jess Looked to Al. “He gave me Mine. I've got a row of thorny vines across my lower back with mine and Jeff’s initials in script. Faith, Did Mark give you the characters.”

I nodded and Al let out what sounded to be a sigh of relief. “Mark remembers his work and would remember what he inked on your back. When we confront Glenn we’re going to have to get Mark in there to ID his own art.”

Jeff looked up, his hand raised to get our attention. “Mark’s seen these, he would have seen the faulty tattoo wouldn’t he?”

Shane spoke up, cutting Shannon off. “But if he wasn’t paying attention he wouldn’t have noticed. The damned photo isn’t clear, that’s not what Mark inked on her back, not even close. He most likely just glanced, saw the face and was convinced, falsely I might add.”

Shannon gave Shane an ugly look, finally speaking out. “Plus the fact you can see the lines where her head was added, this is case closed, right?”

Amy shook her head. “No, unless you know how to get two giants in a room, when both are damned unwilling to talk to most of us, especially the one we need to convince them is innocent. Except for Al here, Glenn wants nothing to do with any of us. And Mark is just as Stubborn as Glenn. Why do you think they play brothers.”

I looked over, sitting up and smiling at Al. He looked at me cocking his eyebrow. “Faith, what are you thinking that’s going to get me into trouble?”

“You can get him into a room.”

“Who?”

“Glenn.” I said, still smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Matt spoke over my shoulder, his voice depressed. “And how is Al gonna get Glenn into a room, where you’re at the same time?”

I smiled, getting a really good idea, which might get my ass beat later but would work if done right. “I won’t be there. I’ll be beating the hell out of the Undertaker.”

Jeff and Shane both grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. Jeff got in my face, his eyes wild. “ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS? Mark would kick your ass in a heartbeat. He’s…”

“A lot bigger than I am and its harder for him to get around in the back. I’m not gonna really be able to beat the hell out of him. One smack on the shoulder with a good sturdy stick should be good enough to get him to follow me into that room. After that I might end up dead, but at least Glenn will know I’m innocent. It’ll work.”

Al took my hand and smiled. “The object here is to get you reunited with your boyfriend, not decimated by his best friend. But you’re right it’ll work.”

Matt, Jeff, Jess, Amy, Shane and Shannon looked at Al like he had flipped. Shannon was the only one to speak up. “Al, you’ve been carrying that head around too much. Or you had one too many chair shots to the skull.”

Al shook his head. “It will work. If he can’t catch her until we get him into that room it will work. You’ll have to be fast. And you four will have to be faster.” He pointed to Matt and the boys, who now looked really pale.

Jeff looked up at Jess then at Al. “Why will we have to be fast?” He looked a bit confused and Jess rolled her eyes at him and smirked, like to her it was the most simple explanation on the face of the planet.

“You four are gonna have to catch him, Freak Boy.”

Shannon looked at me like he was gonna lose his lunch. I swear the poor guy looked like he was gonna puke. “You mean you want us to catch what is literally a fucking giant? The man is huge, he’ll kill us!”

Al shook his head. “You might come out with a bruise or two but you’ll live. Rainbow head lived didn’t he?”

Jeff shuddered, apparently remembering the beating he had received at the hands of Mark Callaway. “God, Don’t remind me.”

Matt walked closer to the rest of us, standing up in front of Al. “So what’s the plan? What do we have to do?”

Al sat up straighter, apparently the new mastermind behind this whole thing. “Faith, I should ask for your first born son for this. Ok. Matt and you guys will be in the room hiding. I’ll get Glenn in there. I’ll tell him we need to talk, about how he’s been acting or character development or something. You’ll get him and keep him down. Faith. You will go to the arena. Get there before Mark, no matter what you do. I will page you when we have Glenn set down. You go after Mark. Whack him, verbally abuse him, do whatever to get him in that room. Make him follow you. Two of the boys will get him down. After that its your shindig. Show them. Make them look. Show Mark the art. Make him identify it. We know Glenn’s art was used and it’s not you, but you have to make them see it. Make Glenn see the manipulation and blur lines. I don’t think anyone cares how you make him see it, but only if he and Mark wise up will the rest of the roster believe. You might end up having a few people helping you if you wanted to annihilate Jericho afterward. Right now, everyone needs to go get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow the show won’t be in the ring. It’ll be main event Faith versus Kane in the locker room. It might not be pretty but it just might work.”

Jess looked to Amy who dropped her head. She looked up at everyone and only said one word of encouragement.

“Pray.”
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