A/N: I've lost count of how many unfinished stories I currently have going but... here's another one! A lot of changes have gone on in my life and totally removed the writing bug, now that things are finally settled down -mostly-, the bug is back but I'm having a hard time working on any of the other stories. Then came Wrestlemania and an upsurge of Shawn... which is where this came from. So, hopefully this will remove the current 'want to write but can't issues' I'm having on the other stories as well as get me back into the swing of things.
Cast: Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Undertaker, Luna, and more.
Summary: Their relationship was rocky from the start. He was the playboy, egotistical showstopper while she was a valet from a wealthy, privileged background. Both had their wild streaks and their vices. When they collided, everyone watched for them to crash, burn and fall a part.
Story Notes: I've messed up the timeline and events a bit, as I'm wont to do, so if you read something and go 'hey, that's not right', chances are I already know and for the purpose of the story: it IS right. Special shout-out to my chica Jaden for the major assist with this. All the overly brilliant ideas came from her ;) As usual, I own nothing, nor am I implying anything, blah, blah, blah, don't sue.
1: Huntie Boy
RAW: 08/18/97
"You're tagging with Michaels tonight."
Hunter looked up from his place on the bench at that announcement, accepting the bottle of water he was passed.
"Against Foley and 'Taker." Fallon, his valet, added as an afterthought. She folded her arms over her chest, watching as he took a drink of the water before resuming undressing. She had come to work already dressed in black leggings that tucked into a pair of thigh high leather boots and a black corset top with her 'face' on and her ebony hair pinned up on her head. Unlike him, she believed in privacy and not communal nudity. At least when it came to her body. She didn't care about others being naked, in front of others… just her.
Originally, Hunter had been in the market for a 'butch' chick to serve as his bodyguard/valet, but had instead gotten her: a somewhat girly girl who could also watch his "blueblood" backside. Mostly, Fallon was good at swinging chairs, delivering low blows and stirring up shit, while looking 'pretty'.
He had literally picked her up at an autograph signing, one she had not been at by choice he later found out, and struck up a conversation with her when she and her friend had finally gotten to the table. He had surprised her by not being a total prick and she had shocked him by not being a ring rat.
"Michaels, huh?" He finally grunted, shrugging as she moved to stand behind him, feeling her hands on his shoulders. "I wasn't aware he needed a partner, isn't he supposed to be superman?"
"Sarcasm is my thing, honey, I'm much better at it. Besides, you were hand-picked, now aren't you the lucky one?" She drawled, after moving around him to begin massaging his shoulders though her eyes were roaming the other occupants of the room. Most of who did not approve of her being here.
She would have figured that the boys would be pleased with a woman in the locker room. They could crack sexist jokes, try to proposition her, all the normal chauvinist bullshit but no… she made them uncomfortable. Probably because she had succeeded or attempted to harm most of them at point or another. It could have also been her 'I'm not interested in coworkers' thing too. That tended to put her off the market and just make her another person, with female parts, who treated them as props out in the ring.
When the locker room door banged opened, Fallon looked up, her pale green eyes widening slightly as none other than the Show Stopper himself walked in. He had his usual cocky grin on his face and was whistling rather loudly. She shook her head, trying not to smile. He was irritating, obnoxious and egotistical. She found him rather amusing. Of course, she had never had to work directly with him before now so… that opinion was always subject to change and most likely would.
"So, Huntie boy," Shawn waltzed over towards them, not even bothering to notice the disdainful looks that were shot his way. He was used to it by now. When you were on the top, everyone hated you and he was definitely on top. "I hear we're partners tonight."
Hunter just nodded.
Shawn followed the small hands that were rubbing Hunter's shoulders up until he was looking into Fallon's face, the smirk widening. "Hey darlin', you mind rubbing me down when you're done with him?"
"Watch it, Michaels."
"Whoa now, Huntie, no need to be hostile, it was just a question."
Huntie? She bent down to rest her forehead on Hunter's shoulder, trying really hard not to find that amusing, her fingers gripping his upper arms. When she felt him growling, literally felt his body rumble, she knew that he knew she was finding that Huntie reference a bit too funny. "I'm done."
"Good." He was definitely not amused and sincerely hoped that name didn't name. Hunt, yes. Huntie, no.
Fallon finished with the massage before tapping the back of his neck. "Go get ready."
"Damn," Shawn whistled, shaking his head as Hunter stood up from the bench. "She sure is a pushy lil thing, ain't she?"
"For a very good reason." Hunter replied dryly, turning to look down at Fallon for a moment, the reason being that she had learned early on that he liked being pushed. He thrived on it and she seemed to like bossing him around. It worked.
They weren't together in the sense that most people assumed. But eventually, he was hoping that would change. He was just waiting for the right time, friendship first, and no doubt it would naturally progress into something more. He hoped. "Behave." He ordered, eyeballing Michaels before heading into the showers.
When Shawn peeled off his shirt the moment Hunter had disappeared and took his place on the bench, all Fallon could do was cock an eyebrow. Shrugging, she started working on his shoulders, bending down when she realized he was talking, too softly for her to hear him properly.
With a devious smile, Shawn waited until her cheek was practically brushing his before repeating what he had just said.
It took her a moment to cotton on that he was talking about the upcoming match, a slow smirk spreading across her ruby red painted lips. "You really want me to do that?" She murmured quietly, knowing any of these idiots surrounding them would sell them out to 'Taker if they knew what Shawn was planning. When Shawn nodded, she straightened back up. The man was a card, she'd give him that.
"I know it might seem over the top but... that's what we do, go above and beyond. For the fans, gotta give them a show." Shawn didn't mean a lick of that, well, mostly, at least not in this situation. He simply wanted to see the Undertaker suffer at the hands of this lovely vixen. It would be entertaining.
Shawn did not care about 'going above and beyond', he just wanted to see 'Taker hurt, but she was okay with that. She had no ties to the Deadman and technically, it was her job to help Hunter. This meant tonight she also helped Shawn.
"Let's keep it between just us. Huntie boy doesn't seem to like me and I doubt he'd approve." Shawn added in a stage-whisper, then let out a low moan as she worked out what had apparently been a tight spot. "Let's also keep your magical hands between us too." He doubted Hunter would be appreciative of Fallon passing out massages. Even if it was for a good cause, such as helping out a 'team' member.
"You're good to go." Fallon announced finally, having finished working out the knot in his shoulder and stepped away from him, leaning back against the lockers. She watched as he stood up, stretched and rolled his shoulder experimentally. "Do I need to tell you to get around as well?" As he was already in his wrestling gear, she highly doubted it.
"No ma'am, I think I can handle my own." He winked at her, glancing looked towards the showers, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You know, honey, I wouldn't mind takin' you out sometime… if you're interested."
"Ask me again after the match, we'll see if you're in any condition to take me out." Fallon said, idly wondering if he actually meant taking her out or just taking her. Shawn did have quite the reputation and as cute as he was, she wasn't a notch in anyone's belt, not even his.
She was distracted from her thoughts by a very horrible image that she hoped wasn't going to be burned into her retinas for life. "Sid! Put it away!" She ordered as he sauntered by, naked as the day he was born. She knew he was doing it to both irritate her and remind her that she was in a room she technically had no business in being in.
Snorting, Sid wrapped a towel around his waist, returning her baleful stare. "Why don't you find a room that's not… here?" He suggested, more than a bit annoyed that she was in the men's dressing room night after night. "Like, the one designated for the women?"
Shawn had watched the brief exchange out of narrowed eyes. "How bout you back off, big man, and leave the lady alone?"
Sid just snorted again.
"Before we make you." Hunter added, coming to stand besides Shawn, and folded his arms over his beefy chest. He had emerged from the showers, dressed and ready to go, and also not surprised at the scene before him. It wasn't anything unusual for Sid and Fallon to have at least one exchange per week. Usually it was more like two or three though.
Fallon was a bit surprised when Shawn gently nudged her out of the way, wondering if he was being chivalrous or just trying to earn brownie points that would be put towards his 'taking her out'.
"I would love to you, or you-" Sid looked between the pair. "try. That tramp needs to take a hike."
"Enough, all of you."
Hunter stepped back, not about to test the Undertaker's patience right not, especially considering they were about to face him and Foley soon.
Shawn wasn't stepping down; he was blatantly ignoring the Deadman. "Apologize to her. Now." He ordered, staring daggers through Sid.
"I am not apologizing to her." Sid growled, ignoring 'Taker as well and mimicked Hunter, folding his arms over his chest. He drew himself up to his full height, towering over everyone in the dressing room. "She don't belong in here and it's time she learned it. There's a room for the women to use, she can-"
Fallon stepped forward to grab Shawn by the hand when he moved towards Sid, gently tugging him back, or attempting too. "He's not worth it. Sid is just upset that he doesn't get to work with the good looking boys like I do, isn't that right, Sid?"
"Why you little-"
She sidestepped along with Hunter and Shawn when he advanced rapidly, all three watching as he tripped over the bench they had been using and went face first into the lockers that lined the wall.
Sid's almost immediate curses of pain had Shawn grinning broadly and he wrapped an arm around both Hunter and Fallon, giving them a shake. "Now that, my friends, is entertainment!"
Sid was right however, at least in 'Taker's view, there was no reason for Fallon to be in the locker room. Not because she was a woman, but because her presence tended to cause issues, and tonight, an almost fight. It was beginning to get under his skin. His gaze moved over Hunter, who so far was proving to be mediocre, and Shawn –who he despised- to the woman in question. He was curious as to what role she would play in tonight's match.
As if knowing he was thinking of her, Fallon raised her eyes to meet his and blinked once, a hint of a smile flickering across her lips. "On that note, gentlemen, I do believe I will vacate before Sid gets up and decides he's feeling froggy." She turned to face Hunter and Shawn, sparing a quick, unconcerned glance at Sid, who was holding his now bleeding nose . "Play nice boys, I'll see you when it's time for the match." She patted Hunter's shoulder as she squeezed through them, heading for the door.
Shaking his head, 'Taker also turned away from the duo. He had more important things to worry about then a woman with pale green eyes and lipstick that was too bright.
"I overheard what you said, Michaels." Hunter said, drawing Shawn's attention to him once Fallon was gone. The moment Shawn faced him properly; he was greeted with a hard punch in the right shoulder. "She's not interested."
Rubbing his shoulder, Shawn simply smirked. "We'll see about that, Huntie boy."
