The gang began piling through the door & looked about warily at their spooky surroundings. John frowned upon seeing the unimpressed expression on Phil's face.

"Oh Phil, stop frontin', you know this place is a little bit scary to you."

"Nope. I'm not impressed yet."

As they kept walking fog & mist filled the air along with howling & ghoulish laughter. There were several skeletons & corpse figures along the floor & walls. There were little people dressed as little monsters running about & zombies jumping out at people. There was an old witch following creepily slow behind what looked to be a version of Snow White; red apple & all. There was a guy dressed up as a sorcerer, who was shouting aloud what was supposed to be spells.

In one of the rooms they came across there was an area that looked like it came out of the movie Saw. It had a person sitting in a chair with blood dripping from their had where some odd contraption was attached to the head. Another was chained to the wall looking as if she was trying to saw off her feet. & there was another in a large tank of what looked like the dirtiest water any of them had ever seen. The guy had cuffs on his hands & feet & there were chains attached to a collar around his neck. He looked as if he was fighting a useless fight to get himself free on the tank.

Phil shook his head, "now I'll admit that that is pretty fucking creepy."

"Hell yea it is," Cody chimed in, voice laced with fear.

Mark laughed, "this shit is better than I thought it was going to be. I might have to steal one of those & put it in the house for the Halloween party," he stated pointing at a statue of what looked like could be himself in full Undertaker gear.

"You fucking wish!" Phil snorted, "I've already got one deadman walking, I can't take another."

"Oh shit you guys, look! There's the gypsy's room. Let's go check her out," Jay shouted.

They all walked towards the far corner of the building. As they walked it seemed as their surrounding became darker & darker with each step. Phil shivered a bit & grabbed tightly on to Mark's arm getting closer to him. Mark lifted him into his arms & kissed his cheek.

"You aren't scared are you, Prince?" he whispered.

"No, I-I just wanted to make sure that you weren't scared," Phil lied.

"Well thanks, I guess," Mark chuckled lightly as Phil wrapped an arm around the back of his neck.

Everyone stopped when they got to a huge, black, door encrusted with skeletons & skulls. When they stepped closer, it looked as if blood was trickling down from the top. Jay shivered as he knocked on the door, noting that he'd not seen that the other time he was there. As the door crept open, they heard a quiet laughter, unlike the ghoulish laughter they'd heard coming in. This sound was more... devilish.

"You know, I'm starting to have second thoughts about this," John stated.

"What?! How are you scared when you've seen all of this before?" Glen asked.

"No, I haven't. It wasn't like this when we came the last time. These skeleton & shit weren't all over the door & there for damn sure was no fucking blood running from the top of it to the ground. This shit is new!" John's face read horror.

"Yea, I don't remember that either. I mean, it's just not something that ya overlook," Cody added.

"This place is fucking creepy.... I'm never letting you jerks trick me into some shit like this again," Adam said.

They walked further into the room & found a large round table covered in a purple cloth, adorned with a black lace one. In the middle was a huge crystal ball that flashed several variations of color & lightning. Cautiously, the gang took their seats around the table. Each one looking around at each other, & for the old gypsy woman.

"Well, gee, this is a fucking waste already. I thought the gypsy was supposed to already be here waiting for us so she can ask us all of our names & shit," Phil huffed.

"She probably already knows your name," Matt chuckled.

"Of course she does. She'll come out here & ask me what my name is, then pretend like she's having some kind of lucid vision where her eyes roll into the back her head & she looks to the sky as if some 'spirit' has overtaken her; then she'll come down from her high & say, 'oh wait! you, you must be, Phillip!' & you all 'oooh' & 'ahhh' & I just die a little inside," Phil rolled his eyes.

"Actually, I would have said, 'oh, you're that little brat with the pious attitude & the big mouth!"

The voice seemed to come from nowhere. They each looked around as the small lady walked towards the table. She was covered in several colors of cloth & had a myriad of jewelry pieces hanging from her & neck, & decked out across her fingers. She had nails so long that they slightly curled at the end, each one had a hooped ring at the tip. She had brown sking & long curly hair that came down to her midsection. She eyed Phil in a way that would make a grown man scream like a little girl on the inside. However, Phil seemed unimpressed & folded his arms over his chest. Sensing his self-pride, she decided to choose his fortune first.

"So tell me, Mr. Self-Righteous. Do you not believe that I have the power to predict your future? Because I can. & I can tell your future just by sitting here staring at you. Would you like to know what it is?"

"Not really. But since it is your job to tell me, you know, since you work here; then I'm cool with it."

"Philly, don't be rude," Mark snapped.

"I'm not being rude. I'm just saying that this is her job. She can't really predict my future. & there's no way she's going to use her... obviously chemically influenced mind, or 'powers,' to get me to see it any different."

"Phillip Jack Brooks, you are an ass," Jeff stated. "Even if it is her 'job' as you say, you should still respect her & let her do it."

Phil snorted & rolled his eyes. He was about to make another statement but the glare he got from Mark told him that he had better keep his mouth shut. Noting that, the gypsy smirked.

"In your future I, surprisingly, see good for you. No heartache, no pain other than that which your career places against you, & a love that will probably last forever," she smiled.

Phil's eyes widened as he stared at her, mouth parted. "... What the fuck was that?! Did your boss write that corn-bally shit for you to tell me? Let me guess, you're wearing an earpiece & he's in the back telling you to say to me, all of these nice predictions so that you don't get fired."

"Phil--"

"No wait, seriously. What kind of 'fortune' was that? You may as well have said that I'm going to get married, have a huge house with a large pickett fence & two darling children."

"Just one, actually," she smirked.

"Big fucking difference!" Phil shouted standing up. "I don't know about you guys, but I have to go. I can't sit through another minute of this pointless crap. I just can't do it."

"Are you sure that you wouldn't like to hear the rest of your fortune? It may be of some kind of interest to you."

"The rest of my fortune! Oh wait, you mean to tell me that there's more to my life than that pickett fence? Ha.& no, no I don't want to hear anymore of your, probably ganja induced, hypocrisy. No, no thanks I'll totally pass on that because none of this is real," Phil pointed at several points of the building. "Furthermore, you're not real. & your fortune telling is pretty damn bogus. So I'm--"

"You dare call me a fake?! I am never one to be a fake, mister. Every, & anything, I tell the people when them come here is all of the truth. I have no time to play the games of your minds. The spirit, it speaks directly to me & tell me what is in ya future. & right I see..."

The lights began to flicker, & the table began to shake as the gypsy woman began to speak in tongue. She extended her hand into Phil's directions, smiling wickedly as she placed a curse on him. "... You will soon see that everything you failed to believe in will soon be so much more of that to you. Your smug attitude has allowed me to lay upon you this curse! A curse that begins tonight..." she laughed loud & wickedly as she became covered in smoke & disappeared.

"Well, that was just rude. She didn't even stick around to read the rest of our fortunes," Adam huffed.

"& what do you think she would have told you, Copeland?" Tommy asked.

"... That I was going to get married, live in a big house, minus the kids though. I'll take a dog."

"Typical," Chris joked.

The gang got up & headed out the the building. They are said their goodbyes & headed to their respective cars. Once Phil & Mark were settled into their vehicle, Mark grabbed Phil's hand & popped him.

"Ow! Why'd you do that for?" He asked rubbing his arm.

"I don't like how you acted tonight, Philly. That was inconsiderate, rude, & it was mean."

"But--"

"But nothing. I'm pretty sure that the whole gypsy gig wasn't on some real shit, but it was that woman's job to entertain. How does it make you feel when people say that wrestling is fake?"

"Well--"

"I'm pretty sure you're not happy about it when they say it. Don't you ever, & I mean ever, let me see, or hear about, you acting in such an asinine manner again. You know better, little boy. Don't you?"

"Yes. I'm sorry," Phil folded his hands, looking down in his lap. "I can make it up to you?"

"Exactly how are you going to make it up to me?"

Phil smirked, "how would you like me to make it up to you?"

Mark chuckled, "oh I think that there's a way." He started up the engine & they headed home.

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Mark was practically pounding into Phil as the raven-haired vixen writhed & moaned in pleasure under his older lover. Phil wrapped his legs around Mark & began kissing him feverishly. He whined beautifully as Mark stabbed at his prostate over & over.

"Mmm, Mark, please..."

Mark grinned & grabbed his baby's cock, stroking him to climax. The contractions of Phil's muscles brought Mark to release, filling his lover with his seed. Mark pulled out of Phil & grabbed him up into his arms, kissing his forehead. The two fell off into a deep, & peaceful sleep. Little did they know that it would be one of their last peaceful nights.