Batista's bunch
Chapter 1- Called to arms once more- Triple H
You think by now we would have gotten rid of all the pig people? No, we haven't. It's been a long summer to say the least. Stephanie had taken control of the dragon business, in which I will admit is better run. Kahn we just learned could also turn into a dragon, which forced his hand into the business. Well, actually, we forced him into it.
Taker's kids had been running amuck in the locker room, and it hasn't gotten much better. Recently his Mrs. Announced she had enough of the dragon business and wanted out, she wanted him out of it too. Of course the Deadman isn't one to leave behind a friend in need. Mainly Kane in particular, so this little adventure has caused some friction within the dragons.
Since I had been drafted to Smackdown, I find that I, along with Jeff and the Deadman are the only dragons here. Well… Taker's been gone due to an angle, in which he has taught his kids the dragon business. He much rather have them in that, than in the ring. The boys picked up on it quickly, but the girls were rather against the idea. They much rather do other things, in which he understood. Unlike Kane's girls who are all gun ho for this! If you ever seen the girls in action, you would understand!
Anyway, we (the dragons) were getting together for a group pow wow sort of speak. We got to use the boardroom at Titan Towers as Stephanie went over the schedule. She had announced the business was slowing down, which was good. "It gives us all a break… Kevin in particular" she said as Thorn was dead asleep in the corner.
Creatively, there had been nothing for him, so he had taken on a lot of realm jobs. He just returned from the last one no more than two minutes ago. Stuff liked a Christmas turkey. I shuttered to the sight of him as I was still getting use to this, it's not an easy adjustment.
"My kids are staying with Princess Kitana, lucky for me they are taking prisoners of other realms. Also lucky for me, they are swine," Taker announced.
"Indeed, so Stephanie, anything major coming up?" Kane asked.
She had this odd look on her face as she nodded. "I don't really know how to explain this though…" she paused as Kahn sat her down and took over.
He flipped over the board and wrote down 'the festival of death' cheery huh?
"That doesn't sound like fun, Festivals are suppose to be fun Kahn. With rides, cotton candy and candy apples! Not about death!" announced Matt Hardy. "What is it anyway?"
"The centaurs are a proud and noble race of warriors, I know I had used some back in my dark days. The Festival of Death is something they take very seriously, as well. You dragons should too!"
"What is it Kahn?" Demanded Taker.
"They day they empty out their jail cells and put to death everyone on death row," he explained. "There are a lot of them, due to lack of war, some centaur feel it is necessary to take out the weak and elderly. That is not their way. Any beast found guilty of murder is given the sentence of death! No ifs, ands or buts!" he went on farther to explain that they had run out of grave space since they also need to grow food. "The festival is reeking havoc with their ego system, therefore this year, they have decided on dragons" he gave everyone in the room a devious look.
Chris Jericho looked rather stunned. "Uh, I can't have horse like people… it kinda creeps me out" he explained.
"Yeah, they are half human. How the hell are they going to expect us to stomach that?" Questioned Kane.
Kahn had then placed a vial on the table and smiled. "My own concoction. This is fed to the guilty party, they are turned into more… edible beasts of your liking" he explained.
"That's all well and good, but what happens if someone innocent accidently ingests this?" I asked.
"Cannot happen. Special chemical reacts to a guilty conscious of those who have murdered. My own little special trick"
"We worked on that together Kahn," muttered Kane. "So the question remains as to who is going, and who is staying. They want well named dragons on this, not just our kids" Kane announced.
The table was silent, yet Taker's hand went up. "I'm still 'out' as it where so I guess I will go" he explained.
Kane looked about as his hand went up. "I have no choice in going. Kevin" Kane leaned back and saw Thorn was just starting to get coherent. "You sit this one out"
"Well that's a given" muttered Batista.
Everyone noticed how down Dave was. "Something on your mind?" I asked of him.
He growled lowly and didn't bother to answer the question. "Come on, we need more than two dragons on this. I'm even going!" Kahn announced, this was getting serious.
"Punk and Hunter can't go due to their commitment, Matt is US champion. Jeff? Wanna go?" asked Stephanie.
He shrugged his shoulders. "What the hell, why not. Beth wants a new diamond necklace anyway" he grinned as his feet came up onto the table.
"I guess I'll go," muttered Jericho. "Not like I'm doing anything important"
"Same" said Batista. "Are we done now?"
Stephanie nodded as he got up and out of the room. Taker and Kane said they would bring the kids to help out. It would be a lot less work for all of them, as well as less meat to shove into their holes, yet Dave seems off as of late. No one knows why.
I talked to him later on that day outside of the boardroom. He told me that he's a forty-year-old man, and wants more kids. "I look at Kane and Taker having kids, and I want some too. I want to be a dragon dad!" he said to me.
I was rather taken back by it. "You want to be a dragon father? Why? You saw what they had to endure!"
"I know, but I still want that, you know. To feel a special bond with a child, I mean how may dads get that chance?" he asked.
"You just need to find a woman who really understands that. Not many are going to take kindly to a man that can transform before their very eyes into a hulking reptile!" I explained.
He nodded in agreement with me. "Well, maybe this festival will cheer me up"
Man this is serious, how can he believe when a festival is called 'the festival of death' there is any cheering up what so ever! I just didn't notice at the time someone lingering behind the wall of the boardroom, listening in on every word.