Title~ Stand Back! (1/?)

Author~ Cristal

Email~ Talis13@yahoo.com

Rating~ PG13

Spoilers~ Direct effect of 9-23-02 RAW.

Disclaimer~ All characters belong to the WWE. ;)

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Summary~ There's a Hurricane coming through! He's looking for something: but who can help him find it?

            He just…bounced. Right in place. His energy levels tended to absolutely skyrocket when he was nervous. Like when he was chatting up some beautiful girl. Like when he was getting ready to go out to the ring. Like when attended a certain friend's birthday parties. Like when the shop ran out of his favorite comic book before he got there and then he had to drive forty miles out of the way to get a copy. At least he fixed that last problem…now they just hold them for him, bless their greedy hearts. Despite the fact he only got home once every two weeks if that, he always had plenty of reading material. Even if that wasn't what he always wanted when he got home. He wrinkled his nose slightly as he finally stopped moving around a moment. He felt his muscles burn faintly, making him feel a tiny bit better.

            Sighing, he started applying some black makeup around his eyes, going for the full 'raccoon' look that was so very stylish for mask-wearers in the WWE. He smirked as he finished it, looking around for his mask…which was no where in site…thiiiiis wasn't good…He opened his tote bag again, unzipping and starting to toss everything out. Batman t-shirt, Green Lantern t-shirt, Death t-shirt signed by Jill Thompson, work out pants, more track pants, tennis shoes, boxer shorts that probably needed to be washed, a plain white t-shirt, tennis shoes, six comics he never got around to reading, Hurricane shirt…that was the best one in the bag.

            Stopping, he frowned, hands on his hips as he looked around the now quite messy room…what did he do with the damn mask…? Hmmm…It was there not fifteen minutes ago. He sighed, heading towards the door when it was slammed open, showing someone wearing his disappearing mask. And his cape. He posed, using signature Hurricane posturing. "Stand BACK! There's a Hurricane comin' through!!!"

            He arched an eyebrow before smirking. "I think that works a lot better for me than for you Jeff. No offense."

            "None taken." He shrugged with a grin as he came into the room, seeing that the Hurricane was obviously living up to his namesake judging by the junk now strewn across the small room. Shane was slob he knew…he just wasn't sure which of them was actually worse. He knew that it drove both Matt and Shannon absolutely crazy whenever they were in the same room with either himself or Shane. Actually, they both found it funny: crazy neat-freaks.

            "Can I have my mask and cape back now you imposter you?"

            Jeff shrugged, slipping off the mask, handing it to his friend. "I kinda like the cape: all green and sparkly…it matches my eyes."

            Shane watched with a snort as Jeff twirled, the cape flowing around his shoulders. "You…are a freak."

            "Thanks. And you…look like a raccoon. A geeky raccoon if you wanna get into specifics."

            Shane muttered slightly naughty unheroic things under his breath as he fastened the mask back over his green head. He held out a hand with a pout firmly in place. "Cape please."

            Jeff held out one corner of the cape, trying to look at it behind him. "Think the costume ladies would make me one…?"

            Shane rolled his eyes, grabbing the end of the cape and yanking it off, leaving Jeff with a frown. "Thanks." He stopped, looking carefully around the room…one more thing and he'd be ready to go…He grinned, seeing the flash of gold and dug it out from under the t-shirt, tennis shoe and two comic books. Shane pulled out the tag team title belt with a smile directed at Jeff who couldn't help but grin. Both looked up at the heavy knock on the door.

            The door opened, revealing The Hurricane's tag team partner and current co-champion, Kane. His large frame absolutely filled the doorway, the gold gleaming over his broad shoulder. He nodded at Jeff before turning towards Hurricane. "Hey man. Ready?"

            Shane grinned as he stepped out. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's kick some ass."

            Kane stood next to his much smaller partner Hurricane as they surveyed their opponents: Christian and Lance Storm. They wanted a rematch for the titles: which the champions were more than happy to agree too of course. Kane nodded as he stepped out to the corner, letting Hurricane start the match. Lance stepped out, leaving the vicious blonde in the ring.

Christian really was a good guy: he was driven, dedicated and more than willing to put out two hundred percent in every match. But he didn't always play nice when he got going. He apologized if he smacked someone a little too hard or whatever: but he had to apologize quite a bit. Shane shook his head; hiding the smirk as he glared at his opponent across the ring who glared right back, blue eyes glacial in comparison with normal.

They went forward, locking up in the center of the ring, Christian taking the upper hand with a tight headlock. Shane paused a moment, managing to relax and slip out, tossing the blonde into the ropes. He bounced back, slipping under the clothesline, hitting the opposite ropes and smacking Hurricane in the back of the head with an elbow. He grabbed the other man's arm, using an arm wrench and pulling him over to the corner, tagging in Lance.

Lance landed a kick right to the gut as Christian let go and got out to the corner. He was looking to set up Hurricane for a superkick, right to the chin, but he ducked, hearing the wind whistle overhead. He grabbed Lance, whipping him back to the corner, watching him bounce slightly out of the corner. He ran up behind Lance, grabbing and twisting, a floating neckbreaker given for his efforts.

Hurricane went for the pin, getting one and a half before being smacked hard from behind by Christian who was taunting him mercilessly as the referee tried to push him back out of the ring. "Come on you little Hurri-Geek!! You call that wrestling?!?"

Hurricane jumped, the referee coming between he and the mouthy blonde. Lance took the opportunity, pulling Hurricane into a rollup before he broke the count at two. Lance grabbed his arm, swinging him out into the ropes, Hurricane ducking before catching Lance under the chin with a kick that you could hear in the front seats. Hurricane made it to his corner, tagging in his tag partner, Kane. Lance took two steps back, looking way up at Kane's masked face. He bit his lip as Kane advanced: he immediately turned, blind-tagging in Christian who did not look happy at that development.

Kane stood in the center of the ring, gesturing for the blonde to enter. Christian stepped in, meeting Kane's blue eyes a moment before laying in with punches. Kane reached one thick hand out, wrapping it around the other man's neck and lifting the much smaller blonde off of his feet. Lance started into the ring, drawing the ref's attention. As he did so Christian managed a low blow on Kane, sending the big man to his knees. Lance backed out, leaving the ref to push Hurricane back to his corner after he started yanking Christian around by the hair.

Hurricane beat a fist on the turnbuckle, watching as Kane fell victim to a nasty kick from the blonde, it connecting with a crack. Christian stood gloating a moment, celebrating felling the big man. Back turned, he failed to see Kane rise once more. Lance was pointing frantically behind his partner and Christian just gave him that 'what the hell' look. Kane swung Christian back into his corner, Hurricane taking liberties and smacking him in the back of the head. Christian turned quickly taking a swing as Hurricane ducked and Kane stepped in slamming Christian back into the corner. He bounced back and fell to his knees, dazed as Kane tagged in Hurricane.

Hurricane came in, quickly sizing up Christian before taking a quick pose and then sweeping out, catching the other man with a Shining Wizard kick. He covered quickly getting two before moving, Lance in his periphery vision, dropping an elbow right in the center of Christian's chest, the blonde now writhing in pain. Kane grabbed Lance, tossing him outside the ring, Hurricane covering the blonde again. He finally heard the blessed three count, heavily moving away.

"Your winners and still tag team champions, The Hurricane and Kane!!" Kane stepped over, helping his tag partner up the ramp after grabbing their belts, both relieved the match went as well as it did.

Shane finished his shower and had changed finally. He was relieved to be done for the night. He wanted to grab something to eat…actually, several somethings. That match worked up an appetite. He sighed, finishing drying his green hair out, tossing the towel in his bag before heading out to the hallway, following his nose towards where he knew the food was. He passed a couple of people in the hallway, waving with a smile. He passed a doorway before stopping stepping back and knocking.

"Come in…"

Shane arched an eyebrow before shrugging and entering. He saw Christian sitting back in a chair, a large plate filled with food in his lap as he watched a monitor. "Oooh…where's the food?"

"And…why should I tell YOU?" Christian smirked as he took a bite of sandwich. "I got a bloody nose from you."

"Me?!" Shane sat, still eyeballing Christian's plate. "It was a tag match man!"

"Yeah, Kane does things like a Shining Wizard all the time."

"Smartass."

He smirked again, handing half a sandwich to Shane. "Stop staring at my food. It's down in the main hall."

"Awesome! Thanks!" he waved the half sandwich leaving quickly.

Shane quickly polished off the sandwich and finally made his way to the lovely tables all lined with food. He grabbed two plates and happily filled them both. Sandwiches, fruit, and vegetables. He smiled stacking one plate on the other and grabbing a bottle of water too before having a seat at one of the tables, digging in. It was a very good day…

End Chapter 1