Disclaimer: WWFE stuff isn't mine, the guys (and Lita) aren't mine.though I
wish some of them were. Song is copyrighted to Jewel Kilcher.
1 Karaoke Chronicles:
Undertaker's Heaven
She was on the stage, singing into the microphone, her eyes shut. The music was familiar, but Mark couldn't remember the original singer.
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People living their lives for you on TV
They say they're better than you and you agree
Another burger, another hot dog, some fries
A wish in the well, hope your health don't go to hell, well
Another doctor's bill, another lawyer's bill
Another cute cheap thrill
You know you love him if you put him in your will
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He laughed at the words, studying her face. Golden blonde hair framed it in softly waving locks. Her complexion was camellia pale, lips a rosy pink. Her eyes were cat shaped, and when she finally opened them while singing the chorus, he saw they were bright green.
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Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower
Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
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She smiled, swinging her hips a little, enjoying herself on the stage. Some guys started to whistle, and Shane was eyeing the woman appreciatively. Mark watched as his eyes travelled over her body, clad in a long floral skirt and a form fitting scoop-necked sweater. He let his own eyes travel as well, admiring her curves. Real curves, not like the most of the women in the WWF.
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We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them
The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue
Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower
Went up to where the homeless had their homes
So we pray to as many gods are there are flowers
But we call religion our friend
We're so worried about saving our souls
Afraid that God will take His toll
That we forget to begin
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Her eyes were travelling around the room, as if looking for someone. Then they settled on Mark, and he tried to look away. But her green eyes held his, and he was forced to look at her. She knew he had been watching her intently, he knew she knew. But how she knew, with all the people in the bar and their group seated in the back, he couldn't figure out. Then he noticed the pendant around her neck, settling in the hollow of her throat. It was bright green, like her eyes. It caught the light, looking as if it winked at him. He blinked. She smiled.
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Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower
Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
You get social security, but that don't pay your bills
There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay
So you bargain with the Devil, say you're o.k. for today,
You say that you love them, take their money and run
Say, it's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things
Those flings, those strings you've got to cut,
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts.
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She finished the song off, her voice throaty and sweet at the same time. It seemed as if she sang the words directly to Mark, her green eyes boring a hole in his soul.
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Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower
Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
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The song ended and the karaoke emcee got up on the stage with his microphone.
"Let's give Heavynne a big round of applause!" he yelled into the mic. The crowd screamed even louder. Shane, Edge and Jeff were all whistling.
Mark just glowered at them. His brother nudged him in the ribs with his massive elbow.
"Glenn," Mark said warningly, his deep voice letting his brother know not to ask what was wrong with him. Why he felt jealous, and protective, over a girl he didn't even know was beyond him. He had NEVER been jealous. Not about a woman, anyways.
But a girl like that, dressed like that, would go for Shane O'Mac before she even glanced at the Undertaker. With Greenwich college boy good looks, clean cut, sweaters and chinos, they would pair up perfectly. Mark looked down at himself. Tattoos, black T-shirt, black leather vest, black jeans encasing long legs. Long hair, goatee. More tattoos. He didn't stand a chance.
Before he knew it, Shane already introduced himself to Heavynne, inviting her and her friend to come sit with them. She squeezed onto the bench between Shane and Edge, directly across from Mark. Glenn chuckled, seeing his brother's stare. Now he knew what was up. He nudged edge, nodded towards 'Taker.
"This is Heavynne, everyone," Shane was introducing her. "And her friend Calliope."
Then he introduced everyone around the table. Edge, Jeff and Matt, Lita, Glenn, Jericho, Austin, and Mark.
"So you're all in the WWF?" Calliope asked, seating herself beside Austin at the end of the table.
"WCW," Shane corrected her.
"Okay," she looked confused, pulling on her brown curly hair, contemplating that.
Heavynne looked at Mark across the table. "You liked the song," she said in a soft voice. "I saw you laugh during the first verse."
He nodded, grunting something unintelligible.
She laughed, a sparkling sound, like light chimes. "Do you sing?"
"Oh, my man can sing!" Edge stood, pulling Mark up with him. "Let's go big guy-we'll sing our song!"
The rest of the group stood, minus Lita, Austin and the two newcomers. Edge led the way to the stage, speaking to the emcee, while the guys assembled themselves onstage. Mark looked into the audience, but could only see Heavynne's eyes, and the light gleaming off the green stone at her throat.
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continued...
1 Karaoke Chronicles:
Undertaker's Heaven
She was on the stage, singing into the microphone, her eyes shut. The music was familiar, but Mark couldn't remember the original singer.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
People living their lives for you on TV
They say they're better than you and you agree
Another burger, another hot dog, some fries
A wish in the well, hope your health don't go to hell, well
Another doctor's bill, another lawyer's bill
Another cute cheap thrill
You know you love him if you put him in your will
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
He laughed at the words, studying her face. Golden blonde hair framed it in softly waving locks. Her complexion was camellia pale, lips a rosy pink. Her eyes were cat shaped, and when she finally opened them while singing the chorus, he saw they were bright green.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower
Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She smiled, swinging her hips a little, enjoying herself on the stage. Some guys started to whistle, and Shane was eyeing the woman appreciatively. Mark watched as his eyes travelled over her body, clad in a long floral skirt and a form fitting scoop-necked sweater. He let his own eyes travel as well, admiring her curves. Real curves, not like the most of the women in the WWF.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them
The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue
Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower
Went up to where the homeless had their homes
So we pray to as many gods are there are flowers
But we call religion our friend
We're so worried about saving our souls
Afraid that God will take His toll
That we forget to begin
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Her eyes were travelling around the room, as if looking for someone. Then they settled on Mark, and he tried to look away. But her green eyes held his, and he was forced to look at her. She knew he had been watching her intently, he knew she knew. But how she knew, with all the people in the bar and their group seated in the back, he couldn't figure out. Then he noticed the pendant around her neck, settling in the hollow of her throat. It was bright green, like her eyes. It caught the light, looking as if it winked at him. He blinked. She smiled.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower
Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
You get social security, but that don't pay your bills
There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay
So you bargain with the Devil, say you're o.k. for today,
You say that you love them, take their money and run
Say, it's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things
Those flings, those strings you've got to cut,
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She finished the song off, her voice throaty and sweet at the same time. It seemed as if she sang the words directly to Mark, her green eyes boring a hole in his soul.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower
Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The song ended and the karaoke emcee got up on the stage with his microphone.
"Let's give Heavynne a big round of applause!" he yelled into the mic. The crowd screamed even louder. Shane, Edge and Jeff were all whistling.
Mark just glowered at them. His brother nudged him in the ribs with his massive elbow.
"Glenn," Mark said warningly, his deep voice letting his brother know not to ask what was wrong with him. Why he felt jealous, and protective, over a girl he didn't even know was beyond him. He had NEVER been jealous. Not about a woman, anyways.
But a girl like that, dressed like that, would go for Shane O'Mac before she even glanced at the Undertaker. With Greenwich college boy good looks, clean cut, sweaters and chinos, they would pair up perfectly. Mark looked down at himself. Tattoos, black T-shirt, black leather vest, black jeans encasing long legs. Long hair, goatee. More tattoos. He didn't stand a chance.
Before he knew it, Shane already introduced himself to Heavynne, inviting her and her friend to come sit with them. She squeezed onto the bench between Shane and Edge, directly across from Mark. Glenn chuckled, seeing his brother's stare. Now he knew what was up. He nudged edge, nodded towards 'Taker.
"This is Heavynne, everyone," Shane was introducing her. "And her friend Calliope."
Then he introduced everyone around the table. Edge, Jeff and Matt, Lita, Glenn, Jericho, Austin, and Mark.
"So you're all in the WWF?" Calliope asked, seating herself beside Austin at the end of the table.
"WCW," Shane corrected her.
"Okay," she looked confused, pulling on her brown curly hair, contemplating that.
Heavynne looked at Mark across the table. "You liked the song," she said in a soft voice. "I saw you laugh during the first verse."
He nodded, grunting something unintelligible.
She laughed, a sparkling sound, like light chimes. "Do you sing?"
"Oh, my man can sing!" Edge stood, pulling Mark up with him. "Let's go big guy-we'll sing our song!"
The rest of the group stood, minus Lita, Austin and the two newcomers. Edge led the way to the stage, speaking to the emcee, while the guys assembled themselves onstage. Mark looked into the audience, but could only see Heavynne's eyes, and the light gleaming off the green stone at her throat.
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continued...
