A/N: Yes I realize it's Christmas Eve…but I'm getting this project finished. There will be 12 short oneshots, hence the title 'Twelve Days of Christmas'. Each oneshot will take place in a different time period, w/different wrestlers from said periods from 1984-current. Most of these will be slash pairings, a couple as is this first one, are just basically friendship. There might be a some little slashy hints, but nothing big. I doubt there will be any sexins goin on. These are for Christmas, mostly cute or funny, so please enjoy and feel free to comment. Here's the first. :) I would like to have these all up by tomorrow night, but I do have to work tomorrow, so they might not all get done by tomorrow but they WILL be done. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all. P.S. To anyone reading Coldest End, I have not forgotten. The next ch is in the works.
Includes: Roddy Piper, Cowboy 'Ace' Bob Orton, and Dusty Rhodes.
Santa Boogie - 1984
Bob rubbed at the bridge of his nose as Roddy pulled him through the hotel lobby. He loved the guy—he really, really did, but sometimes the loudness just became overwhelming. It was probably due in part to an ear injury Rod had sustained in a brutal match against Greg Valentine, but Bob figured that Roddy would still be loud, hearing loss or not. Despite the occasional annoyance of it, it was just one of the many things that made Roddy special. If he wasn't boisterous, he wouldn't be right. Bob was just tired, and the Christmas holiday was approaching, and he was more than ready to fly home and spend some quiet, quality time with his wife and young son Randy in front of their fireplace. The though of curling up with his wife and boy made his lips curve into a small, pleased smile.
"Aw, lookit Acey, ain't they cute?" Roddy tugged at Bob's sleeve, and pointed to a flock of children gathered around a Christmas beautiful Christmas tree that was set up in the hotel lobby. Bob's smile grew.
"Sure are Rod. Makes me pine away for my family even more. I told Elaine not to put the star up top the tree yet, I wanted to wait til I got home, so I can put Randy up on my shoulders and let him do it." Bob paused to watch the gathered children a bit, running his hand through his soft curls. "He's five already, Rod. Time does fly, don't it?"
"You got that right, Acey." Roddy agreed, patting the big man's chest with his palm. He too was watching the kids, and a moment later he moved towards them, and knelt putting his arms around two of them. "Have all of ya been good this year so Santa Claus can bring ya some nice things?"
Roddy grinned joyously at the children. He loved kids, and the big smile and happy crinkle of his eyes easily conveyed that. Bob was stood by with his arms crossed over his wide chest, watching the scene with an easy smile, enjoying the gauzy glow that the blinking tree lights cast over the faces of Roddy and the children.
The little boy under Roddy's arm grinned big—showing off his freckles and missing front teeth. The little girl, who was on the other side, looked up shyly through a curtain of blond bangs.
"I been good!" The little boy attested, giving his head a decisive nod. A few of the other children piped up, voicing that they too had been good and their faces were full of excitement for Santa—until a big girl in the back spoke up.
"Santa's not real." Her voice cut the joy into pieces, and Bob winced as the children's faces—almost all at the same time—fell into frowns of disappointment and upset. There were a few sniffles, and the shy little girl was now glaring at the bigger one who had killed the cheer. Her glare was topped only by the one coming from Roddy, but in a moment, he eased his expression back into a smile.
"Santa is too real. Don't you little ones listen to her, she's probably just upset 'cause Santa's gonna bring her a big ol' lump a coal!"
Bob almost laughed, but was able to disguise it into a cough at the last moment.
"Come on Roddy, we better get a movin' to our room." Bob reached down, and trailed his fingers through Roddy's shaggy hair. Roddy tweeked the little boys nose, and kissed the little girls forehead. Bob was grinning again, as Rod stood up to his feet. The bigger girl pushed past a couple of smaller children, stepping on someones toe and wringing a shriek from the boo-boo bearer.
"You are a liar, Mister!" She jabbed her finger at Roddy, looking smug behind a pair of plastic glasses. She twirled one of her pigtails, just waiting for Roddy's response. "I am not getting' a lump of coal, 'cause Santa isn't real…and all of you are big babies." She said to the other children, and stuck her tongue out. For a moment, Bob imagined Roddy giving some sort of high-strung Piper style rant to this child, and then sticking his tongue out right back at her—another cough-laugh was in order for that mental image.
"Oooh little girl…" Roddy wagged his finger, his annoyance evident in his voice. Bob was almost ready to whisper close to his ear: Come on Rod, let's go, she's just a kid… Bob remembered a time when Bobby Heenan had blared out in an interview near Christmas time, that Santa wasn't real, and Rod had knocked him out of his chair for it. "Little girl. Listen to you, would ya? What a shame. Well I happen to know that all of you don't need to worry 'bout what this here little girl is sayin'…because…Santa Claus is real, and he's stayin' right here in this hotel tonight!"
A unified gasp arose from the group of children, and many wide, once more excited eyes gazed at Roddy and the cowboy who was facepalming.
"Can we see him?" A little boy in the back of the group piped up, standing up on his tippy toes. Bob could see it in Roddy's eyes, the wheels of his quick mind were turning, and Bob wondered just what Rod was dreaming up now. The hazel eyes flashed, ideas coming to life behind them.
"A 'course ya can see him! You just wait right here, an' he'll be down in a bit."
Roddy picked up his suitcase, and patted Bob.
"Come on Bob, we gotta go tell Santa to get ready for these here kids."
Bob nodded, and headed upstairs with Roddy.
They made detour to their room, and dropped their bags off, and then Roddy led Bob down the hall to someone elses room. Rod banged on the door, yelling for the occupant.
"Hey 'Merican Dream—open up, you and your child bearin' hips gotta come see ol' Rowdy Roddy!"
Bob stood behind Roddy, now highly amused. He understood now—Rod was going to try and make Dusty into some impromptu Santa for the children. Dusty was the logical choice, but as far as Bob could remember, Santa had a big white beard, and didn't normally wear jeans and cowboy boots. There was the slight chance however, that perhaps Santa had finally grown tired of the frigid North Pole and relocated to a more sunny climate, say, in Texas or something. The door swung open, and the space was filled with the big jolly blond man.
"Well, howdy theyah, if it ain' ol Ace an' his bodeh guard, Hot Rod! Ya'll come in, ya'll is always welcome boys. Mah hole in the wall, is your hole in the wall!" He motioned them inside, and Roddy gave Dusty a big hug.
"Well that's great Dusty, I love sharin' holes er…in walls…ya know what, never you mind about that. Ha! Hey look here Dusty, I uh…kinda got a favor to ask of ya." Roddy turned to Bob and added: "Don't we Ace?"
Bob nodded.
"Yep."
"He's a big talker, Bob is." Roddy went on, jerking a thumb at the curly headed man.
"You doan say? What kine a thang ya'll have in mine?" Dusty wrapped one arm around Roddy, who was still half-hugging him.
"How 'bout bein' Santa for some kids down in the lobby?" Roddy asked with a grin.
"Ooh! Ah say-that would be some kine a fun now Roddeh, it mos' certainly would! Ah jus' doan know where ah'd fine me a costume at this shawt a notice, boys."
"I'm sure we can rustle you somethin' up to make a decent Santa, right Ace?"
"You're always right, Rod." Bob grinned.
"I like this guy." Roddy told Dusty, pointing to Bob. "He's a stand up kinda guy! You too Dusty—you're a real stand up kinda guy and we'll make you into a fine Santa, you just wait!"
Dusty seemed legit excited, his smile was wide in his round face, his eyes crinkled with happiness. He moved around the room, and went to his suitcase which was sitting on a small table. He dug through it, and produced the first piece needed in the Santa costume puzzle.
"Ah do got this heyah hat, boys! Ah do have mahself a bit a the Chri'mas bug an' ah am glad ah bought this. Seem it gonna be put to some good use ahready!" Dusty pulled the hat onto his head, and Roddy gave the fuzzy little balled tip of it a tug.
"Don't you look just jolly!" He gushed. "You ain't got a red shirt or nothin' in there, do ya?" Rod pointed to the suitcase.
"Ah'm 'fraid not, an' ah'm a rather big sorta fella, if ya'll ain't notice…ah rather do enjoy me some bahbeque now an' then. Ah might have to skip the red part a' the costume, but ah do got the sexeh bodeh for it!" Dusty patted his belly. "Ah do howevah need a bit a hair on mah face to pull it off, doan ah boys?" Dusty stroked his chin, devoid of Santa's trademark beard.
"We'll make somethin' work." Roddy grabbed Bob's hand, and tugged him towards the door. "Come on Bob—we're on a mission, baby!"
The two came back to Dusty's room a bit later, with Bob carrying an armful of stuff Roddy had managed to gather from various superstars. Dusty picked through the items dumped out onto the bed, and as he touched each one, Rod launched into who it was from, and how he talked them in to giving it over to Roddy for costume purposes.
"We got a red sweater from Adrian Adonis. It might work out, seein' as how he's a pretty big guy too, there Dusty. An' this here came from Ventura. That guys got some crazy stuff in his collection." Roddy picked up a fuzzy white hat of some sort. "Was thinkin' we could maybe cut this somehow, make it into a beard."
The three went to work outfitting Dusty, and when they were finished, he looked passable to the eye of a child. He wore a tight fitting red sweater, jeans, someones black ring boots which had been donated to the cause, a makeshift beard from an article that Jesse would never get back—at least not in one piece—and his Santa hat.
"Ho ho ho, boys. Ah do believe Dusteh Claus is readeh to get down an' boogeh!" Rod and Bob laughed, amused as Dusty gave a little dance and wiggle in his new do. The three of them headed downstairs, where the group of children-minus the mean little girl from earlier-were waiting eagerly for Dusty Claus. A few parents had showed up, most likely roped into staying to see this mysterious Santa Claus after some begging from their children. The little ones flocked to Dusty as soon as he sat down upon a sofa that was near the Christmas display in the lobby. He pulled one of them onto his knee, and took right to it, making the children giggle, and seeming to be a natural. Roddy leaned into Bob, pleased as he watched the children, who were once again all smiles. Bob wrapped his arm around Rod.
"Roddy, you really are somethin'." He said quietly. "This is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen."
Roddy raised an eyebrow at Bob. It was pretty cute, actually, it was heartwarming all the way down to the toes. But Roddy just couldn't let that slide, it wasn't in his nature.
"Cutest thing you've ever seen, apart from me, right Acey?"
Bob laughed, and ruffled Roddy's hair.
"I told you once, I've told you a thousand times, Rod. You're always right."