A/N: Not quite sure what the twist is gonna be yet. But I know that there is going to be no slash in this...if I can help it. More like a traditional romance hopefully. Anyways Thank You to all my readers and those that reviewed the first chappy. Hugs and M&M cookies for all.
Glen had finished the book by the time the plane landed. The ending had blown him away and he was still trying to wrap his head around it as they disembarked. The detective had stumbled upon the the killer accidentally. The killer then seduced the detective and killed her while they were having sex. It was the first time he had ever seen a book end with not only a lesbian sex scene, but also with the main character getting killed off. Other than one other thing stuck out in his mind. The detective's superior officer was like a mix of his ring character and Mark. The attitude was cold and detached, yet he could tell that he had emotions running just under the surface. The description was almost a dead ringer for Mark, from the auburn hair down to his stride. The only difference was that the writer didn't mention anything about tattoos.
Even the amusing sight of Mark chasing Jeff Hardy through the airport couldn't shake him from his thoughts about the book. Mickie passed him in the terminal and he hurried to catch up with her. Gently he grabbed her arm, then handed the book back to her when she turned around.
"Wow, done already?" She asked as she looked at the cover.
"Yea. It was really good." He said with a slight blush.
"She's explicit isn't she?" Mickie smirked.
"You could say that..."
"That's why I like her. That and her dominate male characters remind me of someone."
"Who?" Glen asked, wondering if she that the same thing he had.
"That's just it I dunno. It really like a melding of two people. Sometimes it bugs the hell out of me because it's probably right in front of my face." Her smirk turned into an embarrassed smile.
"She's got other books out?" Glen's interest was peaked, if all her books were like the one he handed Mickie they'd be worth checking out.
"Yea, she's got about six others out...I have four of them on me you if want to borrow them."
"Sure...I mean if you don't mind."
"Nah, besides I have her new one that I want to read, which you can borrow after I'm done."
Mickie dug into her carry-on and pulled out four other books and handed them to Glen. His blush grew deeper as he stuffed them deep into his bag and smiled when he looked back up. She patted his arm and walked away, joining Beth and Victoria by the baggage claim. His heart was racing as he thought about what the other books would contain. Would they be like first one he read and be set in a crime? Or would they encompass different time periods? As his mind ran in circles over the possibilities Mark and Jeff went racing past him again and without thinking he stuck his foot out and tripped Mark, making the older man land face first on the terminal floor. Jeff turned around and laughed once before melting into the sea of his fellow superstars.
"Is there a reason why you saved Hardy boy?" Mark growled as he got back to his feet.
"Yea." Glen replied absentmindedly.
"And that would be?" Mark pressed when Glen didn't go any further.
"Huh?"
"Why did you save the Hardy boy's worthless hide?"
"Oh, because we're supposed to act our age. And while it's almost ok for Jeff to run around like an eight year old, it's not for you."
"I couldn't have said it better myself." Vince said as he walked up behind them. "How can I get the younger guys to behave when some of the older members of the rosters don't. I expect this type of thing from Jeff, but not you Mark."
Both men turned around and ducked their heads sheepishly, murmuring apologizes lowly. Vince laughed and walked on, heading over to a group of the younger stars, turning his Mr. McMahon face on as he approached them. Mark looked over at Glen and shoved him, smiling as he then started over to the baggage claim. With a smirk Glen followed, his mind back on the books that were safely stowed in his bag. F. Daegan was about to become one of his favorite authors, he just didn't know it at that point in time.
Fiona was looking over the spacious bi-level she had just purchased. It was out in the country and sat on a few acres, it had an old decrepit stable behind the house that she planned of fixing up. She could just see the faint outline of her neighbors house off in the distance and it was comforting thought if there was any type of trouble they were close enough to help, but not close enough to be nosey. A gust of chilly wind rushed past her and she hugged herself as she continued to stare at the stark beauty of the land. She could almost picture what the fields would look like come spring, when everything was awash in colors. That thought in itself made Fiona smile and with one last look at the landscape she walked inside.
So far the only things that she had in the house was her bedroom set, her boxes and her dogs. Both of which were snoozing in front on the fireplace. At the sound of her steps in the kitchen the rottweiler lifted his head and looked around, thumping his tail happily when she came into view. She knelt down and scratched him behind his ear, giggling as he covered her face with sloppy dog kisses. The shepard just shifted over to his side, lifting his front paws into the air begging silently for her to rub his stomach.
"Well boys, looks like we're home." She said as she got back to her feet and headed over to island in the kitchen where her laptop was sitting.
She sat down on her chair and opened the computer to stare at the beginning of her next book. The words blurred together and she shut the computer again, sighing as she rested her head on her hand and looked out the sliding glass doors. She had been grappling with writers block since before the move and Fiona had been hoping that the change in scenery would smash through the block but so far nothing was helping. She got up and move restlessly through the house, ending up in her room staring at her tv. Like every other time she had writers block she turned to the one thing that could always jump start her creativity. The WWE.
She rifled through the box marked movies until she found the latest pay-per-view she had gotten, Cyber Sunday. Both of her favorite superstars were in it and after she popped into the player she settled back on the bed, her dogs joining her. With remote in hand she pressed play, ready to lose herself to her guilty little pleasure. With a grin she listened to King and Cole bickering back and forth, Lawler had always been one of her favorite commentators, the other being JBL. As Kane faced off against Rey she found herself creating an internal dialogue for the Big Red Monster.
Like always it prompted her jot down fragments of dialogue and a basic outline for her next leading man. She strove to capture the brutal beauty of Kane, his was a thoughtful, misunderstood persona. She didn't once think that he really liked to inflict pain, but it was all he had been taught to do. In fact she liked to believe that he felt the pain he inflicted onto others and the only way to stop the feeling was to hurt the other person until they could no longer feel. It was like her ace in the hole, and she almost always based her male leads off of Kane and his brother The Undertaker.
They always seemed to motivate her and sometimes Fiona felt as if she was writing down her fantasies rather than the story she had carefully thought out. In her latest book she had spent more time developing the attitude of her male lead, which just happened to bear the name Cain. Normally she used 'Taker's look with Kane's attitude, but in this case she reversed the equation. She used Masked Kane's body template and Ministry of Darkness 'Taker's attitude. The finally result was a dark and seductive manipulator that felt he was doing the work of a higher power by killing innocent women. Of course the other lead in the book was male as well, leading into a homosexual encounter between the two. For that character she lapsed back into her original formula, Kane's personality and Taker's body. It was set back in renaissance time England, which also lead to a brief cameo by a Finlay like character.
Surprisingly it sold rather well, moving up to number two on the New York's best seller list. At first she was worried that someone might recognize the lay out for the characters, but as time went on she grew more comfortable. If they realized, they didn't care, but then again most women would love to be in the situations she wrote about. Not the murder scenes but definitely the visceral sex scenes. As Fiona watched the men move on the screen she started to wonder about the real men under the gimmick.
She had done some research on them, mainly so that she could blend the outrageous gimmick persona with a softer everyman persona, and wondered what they were like in person. She pictured 'Taker as a sexually aggressive alpha male, he just seemed to exude that aura. It was part of the reason that she had liked the American Badass gimmick, she felt like she was seeing the real him. Kane hit her as being an intellectual, more interested in the mechanics of something yet not afraid to get his hands dirty. His more human mentality that they showed during his run with Helms gave her a peek into his lighter, more humorous side and she liked what she had seen.
Mark and Glen. The names stuck out in her mind. She tried to stay away from using those names in her writing, she was convinced that if she did then her readers would make the connection and she'd be in deep trouble. And the last thing she needed was for Vincent Kennedy McMahon to be breathing down her neck for copyright infringement. Fiona drifted off to sleep with the gongs ringing, a smile on her face as the Brothers of Destruction invaded her dreams.
