AN- You know those ideas that suddenly BAM hit you just before you fall
asleep? Well, this is one of those. I have ideas like that....Check out my
Beni/Ardeth Bay slash fic. Maybe I should become a full-time, professional
author....hmmm.....
I know that DDP stalked Undertaker's wife a few years back. Well, forget that information. I'm forgetting that it exists....This is before the DDP/Christian match was set up. Basically, the story will focus on Undertaker, DDP, Christian, and *maybe* Edge......pretty sure Edge will be in it, but not completely sure. My first WWF Angst fic. R/R! (For those female Edge fans, I will tell you this: If he does get in it, he will be straight.....)
Warning- This fic will contain hints of m/m slash. If this offends you.......why are you reading this? I gave a warning in the summary........
Disclaimer-I hate these dumb things- I don't own any of the characters below. Simple enough?
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Diamond Dallas Page strolled through the broad hallway of the backstage area, flashing his usual dazzling smile. He was depressed over what Christian did to him, of course, but, you can't win them all. No matter, though. He remained a true friend, even if they didn't. Well, onto the next assignment. Trouble is....where was it?
He did something that the average man would never do, but the average woman does all the time....usually. He stopped and asked for directions. When he told the referee where he wanted to go, DDP had to laugh at the man's look of surprise. But, the ref. managed to stammer out the directions: down the hall, to the left, straight, right, can't miss it....are you sure you want to go there??? DDP assured the ref. that he did.
He frowned at the his assignment's door. It was too.......simple. No decorations, nothing. Of course, a plain door would seem to him. His room was right next doors to Chuck and Billy, and, well, everyone knew what *they* were like. Since DDP had just come back from his daily gym workout, he was wearing his usual wrestler's outfit. The blue and name-labeled vest and the matching pants. And, of course, his smile.
He took deep breath, counted to ten, and raised his hand to knock........
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Inside, Undertaker was thinking of Christian also. He was watching the footage of Christian's attack on DDP, and he (Undertaker) nearly threw the remote in his anger. He didn't know anyone who could keep anger and depression bottled up for so long as Christian does. If he had known that the boy would turn out this way, he wouldn't have.........
-Knock, Knock-
Undertaker quickly ejected the tape, and throwing it under his bed. True, most people did respect him enough not to ask questions, but still, he didn't want anyone to know that he had footage of Christian. He stood up from his chair, his mind turning to the person knocking at his door. He stood up, stretched, and then stared down at his carpet in disgust. He had demanded carpet the last place they were in, and well, he got it this time.
Pink carpet. Non-removable. Disgusting.
"Who is it?" he yelled as he finished stretching. His voice naturally carried the "This-better-be good-or-else" undertones. Usually that scared anyone with an ounce of intelligence.........
"Glad you asked, my friend. It's me, It's me....It's DDP!" came the too-hapy reply.
away. Well, apparently DDP was all smile and no brains, Undertaker thought to himself. He felt a headache fastly approaching. Hey, the headache said, you have DDP with you. Let's make it worse by adding us to the mixture! He groaned wearily. With all that was going on, and only a few days left till Wrestlemania X8, DDP offering "Let's-all-think-positive-and-love-ourselves" advice was the last thing he needed. He hoped he could scare the too-happy man away. He opened the door slightly, his murderous glare and powerful aura enough to make any man think twice before approaching him. He hid a smile as he appeared through the doorway. Apparently, DDP had been leaning on the door. So, he had stumbled when it opened inward, causing the smile to disappear as he regained his balance. Unfortunately, it was a quick moment.
"What do you want, Page?" he practically growled. Undertaker was wearing his usual black pants, sleeve-less black shirt, his finger-less black leather gloves, and his gothic black vest. DDP, took no notice of the death-threat standing before him.
"Glad you asked again, my friend. I'm here to help you...like...you. Liking yourself isn't a bad thing. It's, as a matter of fact, a very good thing!"
Undertaker clenched his fists. He would need patience....something he severely lacked. "Look, Page, I'm not interested in your positive-thinking, tree-hugging, love-all bullshit. So you might as well--"
DDP made a big mistake. He interrupted The Deadman.
"Now, no need for foul language my friend! That kind of language isn't nice and tends to hurt other people's feelings. Ya know what? I like me. And that's not a bad thing. It's a very good thing!"
Undertaker had about enough of this. It was the almost ungodly smile that never left DDP's face that irritated him most of all. He openend the door the rest of the way, liking the way the it slammed into the wall in his room, causing a heavy echo. DDP's smile wavered, fear going into his eyes. Good. He liked fear. He grabbed DDP by the throat, and smiled....a not very good smile. Well, he thought to himself, if this grinning fool likes to give lessons so much, then it was time for *him* to learn something, with Undertaker as a tutor. If the grinning fool didn't know when to leave......well, it was time for lessons to begin now.
"Time to go to school, Page" he said, throwing DDP into his room. He hit his head hard against the concrete wall, slumping to the floor. Well, the smile was gone at least. DDP fought for conciousness as Undertaker walked closer to his unwilling student.
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Christian walked down the hall to DDP's room. It had taken him all morning to gather up his courage for this. He wore blue jeans, a slightly tight,but still loose, sleeveless white shirt, and a thin green jacket over it. He wrung his hands nervously together. He had to do this. He *had* to.
The only way he would gain any respect was to have his old title back. And who held that title? His mentor, DDP. Christian doesn't fight his friends, so that only left one alternative: He had to break his friendship with DDP. It pained him to do so, but, that was the way a wrestler's life was. Some sacrifices must be made. He leaned against the door, taking a deep, calming breath. At least he learned one thing from the Diamond. He knocked on the door....
Dead silence was the only reply.
Christian knocked again, unease beginning to grow rapidly. He knew DDP's schedule by heart. The man almost never went out around 5pm. That was his dinner time. And on the few occasions that he had, DDP had come back after 10 minutes or so. He knocked again, louder.
The silence was almost unbearable.
Something was wrong. He just got that feeling in his gut.....instinct, psychic, call it what you will.
He glanced around, looking for............Yes! There was one of those back-stage refs. He was reading a newspaper, so Christian assumed the man had been there a while. But, you know what they say about assuming anything..........
He walked over, tapping on the newspaper. The ref looked at Christian like he was the rudest creature on the planet. Then he sneered. Christian knew that look. It was the "smile before the taunts".
"What do you want, Canadian CryBaby? Didn't your mommy teach you any manners? Probably not.....considering her "lessons" had to be bought for a few hours.....on her back, most of the time."
'And what about your mother, you asshole?' he wanted to shout. But he didn't. He wouldn't throw a tantrum, giving the ref a show. He composed his expression to one of boredom. He, as usual, ignored the remarks as best he could. No matter how many times he heard them, though, they still annoyed him to no end.
"Actually, I was wondering if you knew where Diamond Dallas Page went. He, uh, told me to meet him here....something about Wrestlemania. He's not in his room, so do you know where he is?" Christian was told he wasn't a good liar. He paused, hesitated, too long. He hoped the son of a bitch before him didn't notice.
"Yeah, Crybaby, I saw him. He went to Undertaker's room. He......" His look changed from genuine mockery, to genuine concern. With good reason. "Hey, uh, Christian...are....you okay?"
Christian nodded, absentmindedly. His false boredom expression had instantly fallen away, as cold fear sliced through him. He walked away, looking as if he was in some kind of a daze or trance. DDP wouldn't try to spread his positive teachings to the DeadMan himself......would he? But, Christian knew the answer to that, as a memory of a conversation reminded him......
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(A week ago.....flashback)
They, he and DDP, were seated at one of the finest Chinese places in Florida. They were discussing how to control his tantrums, as usual. But, Chrisitan was curious about something.
"So, Diamond, who's your next assignment?" He asked, half-jokingly, taking a sip of some red wine.
"Oh, probably the DeadMan himself. He's not too...positive you know..."
Christian of course, didn't hear this last part. He was too busy choking on his wine in his surprise. When he could finally speak, he said:
"You've got to be kidding, Diamond. *The* DeadMan? *Undertaker*??? A few punches from him and you'll be lucky if you can ever smile again."
DDP laughed. "Well, I'm glad you're staying positive. But, seriously, don't worry about it. At this rate, I'll be busy with you at least until Wrestlemania 20." They both laughed. "Now, repeat after me...."
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"I....like.....me" Christian said in unison with the memory. Guilt, Fear, Rage, and a whole mix of emotions washed of him. If anything happened to DDP, it was my fault, he thought to himself. He leaned against the nearest wall, the fear and rage becoming almost unbearable.
Calm down, Christian, Calm dow---
Fuck that, he thought to himself again. Undertaker had gone too far now. Undertaker goes too far a lot of times, but this time, it affected him personally. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to get rid of the other memory trying to resurface. He wouldn't think on that. He was just a foolish youth then, no older than 18. He was young and stupid at the time. He got up from his leaning spot, and ran down the hall, in the directions he'd been given to the bastard's lair. He would forget that young and foolish time in his life. But, no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't go away.
Question was: Had the Undertaker forgetten about it too?
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Undertaker leered down at his student, whom, now sported a bloody nose, maybe broken, many bruises, and fought for conciousness.
"Thanks for the practice, Page. Maybe next time, if there is one, you'll think twice about disrespecting anyone....especially me. Oh, and just so you know...." He crouched down, so he was almost eye level with DDP, who was sitting up against the wall for support, "I like me just fine."
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Christian reached the door..finally. He leaned his ear to to it, trying to listen in.
Silence greeted him again.
Diamond Dallas Page had taught him control. But, when your teacher and friend could be in danger, control flies out the window. He ran back a little, throwing his green jacket off. All the doors of the other locker rooms were very weak, so that when the fighting happened in the back room, it looks more real. He figured Undertaker's was the same. He ran straight at the door, putting all his weight into his right shoulder.
The impact on his bare arm was excruciating. He fell back, unable to keep his balance, onto his back on the floor. He held his shoulder, trying to ease the drilling pain.
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The sound awoke DDP up a little more in his struggle to stay concious. Undertaker noticed it too, and stood, listening. DDP used this time to check if his nose was broken.
DAMN!
It hurt like hell, but it was only bloodied. He tried to stand, but his legs had long ago turned numb. He fell back, his useless legs crumbling under him, and he hit his head again. The battle was lost.
DDP closed his eyes as his world went black.
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Christian was up, his ear to the door. He held his hurting shoulder, while he listenend. Silence still.......nothing more....
-Thud......slump.....-
Christian leaned in closer. It sounded like somebody being hit and then falling to the floor....(dead) unconcious. He shook his head. No. Undertaker had never gone that far, and he wouldn't start now.....or would he? He grimaced as he straightened out his right arm, feeling his muscles groan in protest. He began kicking the door, his fear adding to his courage......or stupidity.
"UNDERTAKER!!!" He yelled, hoping to get the DeadMan's attention. Whatever happened to him, he could deal with. But he couldn't deal with the fact that his mentor, teacher, and friend might be dead. Might be. He hadn't broken the door down, obviously, in his last attempt. But he had dented it. He walked back a few paces, ignoring the now dulling pain in his right arm. He ran at the door, with more force this time.......... Just as he was about to hit the door again....
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Undertaker opened it. The steel chair he was sitting in earlier while watching that movie was directly, a little ways back of course, right in front of the door. He was getting ready to deal a serious blow to whomever disturbed him, again, but his thoughts broke up as Christian came running through.
Christian collided with the chair, his momentum too great for him to stop. He skidded, before finally falling to the floor, the chair folding up and landing on his chest. He held his arm with more pressure, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, as he took deep breaths. His body natural reaction was to fold up into a ball. Before he could do that, however, he felt a weight press down onto the chair on his chest. Since he was holding his useless right arm, that left his left arm pinned under the chair as well.
He was trapped.
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Undertaker kept his left knee on the ground, balancing his weight more on that knee, as he pressed down, carefully yet forcefully, onto the chair with his other knee. Christian's eyes were still shut tight, as his body reacted to the pain. A strand of hair had fallen over the youth's eyes and Undertaker gently brushed it away. Only a small portion of his mind was thinking of the unconcious all-too-happy Diamond Dallas Page slumped over in the corner. Most of his mind was focused on the beautiful youth pinned down below him. He traced his fingers gently over Christian's face, recalling every detail that was so familiar to him.
Christian had quieted his shaking down, but he still kept his eyes closed. That was fine, Undertaker thought. He leaned down and kissed each one of those beautiful lashes. All thoughts of DDP were completely gone now as Christian opened his exquisite, forest-green eyes.
And for the first time in four years, the two ex-lovers were meeting eye-to-eye.
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AN- Yes, I know Kane and Undertaker had beaten Edge and Christian for the tag team belts a while back...But, like the fact of DDP being a stalker, I'm eliminating it. Anyway, I know it's an odd concept and I'm twisting a lot of facts around, but, pllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeeee R/R!!!!!!! I want to know what everyone thinks of this; if you want to know more....or, it'll just become a waste of my time. It's 1:30 AM now....I started writing this, copying it from my notebook, at 11:30. There wasn't much angst now.....but there will be lots more next chapter.....that is, if people want ot know the second chapter.....
I know that DDP stalked Undertaker's wife a few years back. Well, forget that information. I'm forgetting that it exists....This is before the DDP/Christian match was set up. Basically, the story will focus on Undertaker, DDP, Christian, and *maybe* Edge......pretty sure Edge will be in it, but not completely sure. My first WWF Angst fic. R/R! (For those female Edge fans, I will tell you this: If he does get in it, he will be straight.....)
Warning- This fic will contain hints of m/m slash. If this offends you.......why are you reading this? I gave a warning in the summary........
Disclaimer-I hate these dumb things- I don't own any of the characters below. Simple enough?
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Diamond Dallas Page strolled through the broad hallway of the backstage area, flashing his usual dazzling smile. He was depressed over what Christian did to him, of course, but, you can't win them all. No matter, though. He remained a true friend, even if they didn't. Well, onto the next assignment. Trouble is....where was it?
He did something that the average man would never do, but the average woman does all the time....usually. He stopped and asked for directions. When he told the referee where he wanted to go, DDP had to laugh at the man's look of surprise. But, the ref. managed to stammer out the directions: down the hall, to the left, straight, right, can't miss it....are you sure you want to go there??? DDP assured the ref. that he did.
He frowned at the his assignment's door. It was too.......simple. No decorations, nothing. Of course, a plain door would seem to him. His room was right next doors to Chuck and Billy, and, well, everyone knew what *they* were like. Since DDP had just come back from his daily gym workout, he was wearing his usual wrestler's outfit. The blue and name-labeled vest and the matching pants. And, of course, his smile.
He took deep breath, counted to ten, and raised his hand to knock........
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Inside, Undertaker was thinking of Christian also. He was watching the footage of Christian's attack on DDP, and he (Undertaker) nearly threw the remote in his anger. He didn't know anyone who could keep anger and depression bottled up for so long as Christian does. If he had known that the boy would turn out this way, he wouldn't have.........
-Knock, Knock-
Undertaker quickly ejected the tape, and throwing it under his bed. True, most people did respect him enough not to ask questions, but still, he didn't want anyone to know that he had footage of Christian. He stood up from his chair, his mind turning to the person knocking at his door. He stood up, stretched, and then stared down at his carpet in disgust. He had demanded carpet the last place they were in, and well, he got it this time.
Pink carpet. Non-removable. Disgusting.
"Who is it?" he yelled as he finished stretching. His voice naturally carried the "This-better-be good-or-else" undertones. Usually that scared anyone with an ounce of intelligence.........
"Glad you asked, my friend. It's me, It's me....It's DDP!" came the too-hapy reply.
away. Well, apparently DDP was all smile and no brains, Undertaker thought to himself. He felt a headache fastly approaching. Hey, the headache said, you have DDP with you. Let's make it worse by adding us to the mixture! He groaned wearily. With all that was going on, and only a few days left till Wrestlemania X8, DDP offering "Let's-all-think-positive-and-love-ourselves" advice was the last thing he needed. He hoped he could scare the too-happy man away. He opened the door slightly, his murderous glare and powerful aura enough to make any man think twice before approaching him. He hid a smile as he appeared through the doorway. Apparently, DDP had been leaning on the door. So, he had stumbled when it opened inward, causing the smile to disappear as he regained his balance. Unfortunately, it was a quick moment.
"What do you want, Page?" he practically growled. Undertaker was wearing his usual black pants, sleeve-less black shirt, his finger-less black leather gloves, and his gothic black vest. DDP, took no notice of the death-threat standing before him.
"Glad you asked again, my friend. I'm here to help you...like...you. Liking yourself isn't a bad thing. It's, as a matter of fact, a very good thing!"
Undertaker clenched his fists. He would need patience....something he severely lacked. "Look, Page, I'm not interested in your positive-thinking, tree-hugging, love-all bullshit. So you might as well--"
DDP made a big mistake. He interrupted The Deadman.
"Now, no need for foul language my friend! That kind of language isn't nice and tends to hurt other people's feelings. Ya know what? I like me. And that's not a bad thing. It's a very good thing!"
Undertaker had about enough of this. It was the almost ungodly smile that never left DDP's face that irritated him most of all. He openend the door the rest of the way, liking the way the it slammed into the wall in his room, causing a heavy echo. DDP's smile wavered, fear going into his eyes. Good. He liked fear. He grabbed DDP by the throat, and smiled....a not very good smile. Well, he thought to himself, if this grinning fool likes to give lessons so much, then it was time for *him* to learn something, with Undertaker as a tutor. If the grinning fool didn't know when to leave......well, it was time for lessons to begin now.
"Time to go to school, Page" he said, throwing DDP into his room. He hit his head hard against the concrete wall, slumping to the floor. Well, the smile was gone at least. DDP fought for conciousness as Undertaker walked closer to his unwilling student.
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Christian walked down the hall to DDP's room. It had taken him all morning to gather up his courage for this. He wore blue jeans, a slightly tight,but still loose, sleeveless white shirt, and a thin green jacket over it. He wrung his hands nervously together. He had to do this. He *had* to.
The only way he would gain any respect was to have his old title back. And who held that title? His mentor, DDP. Christian doesn't fight his friends, so that only left one alternative: He had to break his friendship with DDP. It pained him to do so, but, that was the way a wrestler's life was. Some sacrifices must be made. He leaned against the door, taking a deep, calming breath. At least he learned one thing from the Diamond. He knocked on the door....
Dead silence was the only reply.
Christian knocked again, unease beginning to grow rapidly. He knew DDP's schedule by heart. The man almost never went out around 5pm. That was his dinner time. And on the few occasions that he had, DDP had come back after 10 minutes or so. He knocked again, louder.
The silence was almost unbearable.
Something was wrong. He just got that feeling in his gut.....instinct, psychic, call it what you will.
He glanced around, looking for............Yes! There was one of those back-stage refs. He was reading a newspaper, so Christian assumed the man had been there a while. But, you know what they say about assuming anything..........
He walked over, tapping on the newspaper. The ref looked at Christian like he was the rudest creature on the planet. Then he sneered. Christian knew that look. It was the "smile before the taunts".
"What do you want, Canadian CryBaby? Didn't your mommy teach you any manners? Probably not.....considering her "lessons" had to be bought for a few hours.....on her back, most of the time."
'And what about your mother, you asshole?' he wanted to shout. But he didn't. He wouldn't throw a tantrum, giving the ref a show. He composed his expression to one of boredom. He, as usual, ignored the remarks as best he could. No matter how many times he heard them, though, they still annoyed him to no end.
"Actually, I was wondering if you knew where Diamond Dallas Page went. He, uh, told me to meet him here....something about Wrestlemania. He's not in his room, so do you know where he is?" Christian was told he wasn't a good liar. He paused, hesitated, too long. He hoped the son of a bitch before him didn't notice.
"Yeah, Crybaby, I saw him. He went to Undertaker's room. He......" His look changed from genuine mockery, to genuine concern. With good reason. "Hey, uh, Christian...are....you okay?"
Christian nodded, absentmindedly. His false boredom expression had instantly fallen away, as cold fear sliced through him. He walked away, looking as if he was in some kind of a daze or trance. DDP wouldn't try to spread his positive teachings to the DeadMan himself......would he? But, Christian knew the answer to that, as a memory of a conversation reminded him......
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(A week ago.....flashback)
They, he and DDP, were seated at one of the finest Chinese places in Florida. They were discussing how to control his tantrums, as usual. But, Chrisitan was curious about something.
"So, Diamond, who's your next assignment?" He asked, half-jokingly, taking a sip of some red wine.
"Oh, probably the DeadMan himself. He's not too...positive you know..."
Christian of course, didn't hear this last part. He was too busy choking on his wine in his surprise. When he could finally speak, he said:
"You've got to be kidding, Diamond. *The* DeadMan? *Undertaker*??? A few punches from him and you'll be lucky if you can ever smile again."
DDP laughed. "Well, I'm glad you're staying positive. But, seriously, don't worry about it. At this rate, I'll be busy with you at least until Wrestlemania 20." They both laughed. "Now, repeat after me...."
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"I....like.....me" Christian said in unison with the memory. Guilt, Fear, Rage, and a whole mix of emotions washed of him. If anything happened to DDP, it was my fault, he thought to himself. He leaned against the nearest wall, the fear and rage becoming almost unbearable.
Calm down, Christian, Calm dow---
Fuck that, he thought to himself again. Undertaker had gone too far now. Undertaker goes too far a lot of times, but this time, it affected him personally. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to get rid of the other memory trying to resurface. He wouldn't think on that. He was just a foolish youth then, no older than 18. He was young and stupid at the time. He got up from his leaning spot, and ran down the hall, in the directions he'd been given to the bastard's lair. He would forget that young and foolish time in his life. But, no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't go away.
Question was: Had the Undertaker forgetten about it too?
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Undertaker leered down at his student, whom, now sported a bloody nose, maybe broken, many bruises, and fought for conciousness.
"Thanks for the practice, Page. Maybe next time, if there is one, you'll think twice about disrespecting anyone....especially me. Oh, and just so you know...." He crouched down, so he was almost eye level with DDP, who was sitting up against the wall for support, "I like me just fine."
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Christian reached the door..finally. He leaned his ear to to it, trying to listen in.
Silence greeted him again.
Diamond Dallas Page had taught him control. But, when your teacher and friend could be in danger, control flies out the window. He ran back a little, throwing his green jacket off. All the doors of the other locker rooms were very weak, so that when the fighting happened in the back room, it looks more real. He figured Undertaker's was the same. He ran straight at the door, putting all his weight into his right shoulder.
The impact on his bare arm was excruciating. He fell back, unable to keep his balance, onto his back on the floor. He held his shoulder, trying to ease the drilling pain.
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The sound awoke DDP up a little more in his struggle to stay concious. Undertaker noticed it too, and stood, listening. DDP used this time to check if his nose was broken.
DAMN!
It hurt like hell, but it was only bloodied. He tried to stand, but his legs had long ago turned numb. He fell back, his useless legs crumbling under him, and he hit his head again. The battle was lost.
DDP closed his eyes as his world went black.
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Christian was up, his ear to the door. He held his hurting shoulder, while he listenend. Silence still.......nothing more....
-Thud......slump.....-
Christian leaned in closer. It sounded like somebody being hit and then falling to the floor....(dead) unconcious. He shook his head. No. Undertaker had never gone that far, and he wouldn't start now.....or would he? He grimaced as he straightened out his right arm, feeling his muscles groan in protest. He began kicking the door, his fear adding to his courage......or stupidity.
"UNDERTAKER!!!" He yelled, hoping to get the DeadMan's attention. Whatever happened to him, he could deal with. But he couldn't deal with the fact that his mentor, teacher, and friend might be dead. Might be. He hadn't broken the door down, obviously, in his last attempt. But he had dented it. He walked back a few paces, ignoring the now dulling pain in his right arm. He ran at the door, with more force this time.......... Just as he was about to hit the door again....
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Undertaker opened it. The steel chair he was sitting in earlier while watching that movie was directly, a little ways back of course, right in front of the door. He was getting ready to deal a serious blow to whomever disturbed him, again, but his thoughts broke up as Christian came running through.
Christian collided with the chair, his momentum too great for him to stop. He skidded, before finally falling to the floor, the chair folding up and landing on his chest. He held his arm with more pressure, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, as he took deep breaths. His body natural reaction was to fold up into a ball. Before he could do that, however, he felt a weight press down onto the chair on his chest. Since he was holding his useless right arm, that left his left arm pinned under the chair as well.
He was trapped.
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Undertaker kept his left knee on the ground, balancing his weight more on that knee, as he pressed down, carefully yet forcefully, onto the chair with his other knee. Christian's eyes were still shut tight, as his body reacted to the pain. A strand of hair had fallen over the youth's eyes and Undertaker gently brushed it away. Only a small portion of his mind was thinking of the unconcious all-too-happy Diamond Dallas Page slumped over in the corner. Most of his mind was focused on the beautiful youth pinned down below him. He traced his fingers gently over Christian's face, recalling every detail that was so familiar to him.
Christian had quieted his shaking down, but he still kept his eyes closed. That was fine, Undertaker thought. He leaned down and kissed each one of those beautiful lashes. All thoughts of DDP were completely gone now as Christian opened his exquisite, forest-green eyes.
And for the first time in four years, the two ex-lovers were meeting eye-to-eye.
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AN- Yes, I know Kane and Undertaker had beaten Edge and Christian for the tag team belts a while back...But, like the fact of DDP being a stalker, I'm eliminating it. Anyway, I know it's an odd concept and I'm twisting a lot of facts around, but, pllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeeee R/R!!!!!!! I want to know what everyone thinks of this; if you want to know more....or, it'll just become a waste of my time. It's 1:30 AM now....I started writing this, copying it from my notebook, at 11:30. There wasn't much angst now.....but there will be lots more next chapter.....that is, if people want ot know the second chapter.....